I don’t know how it works for everyone else, but if you were to graph my maturity level over time, it wouldn’t be a straight line, rising to the right; it would look like a flight of stairs. I seem to undergo relatively little growth for long periods of time, until some large event happens that prompts me to change the way I conduct my life.

The conclusions to romantic relationships in my life have always (more…)

I think this is generally where I’m supposed to say something like, “Wow, it’s been a long time since I updated this,” or, “Sorry I haven’t posted in a while,” or, “I’ve been too busy,” etc, but the truth is that I haven’t too busy;  I kind of forgot my blog existed.

I’ve always been this way: I get interested with something, be it writing music, writing stories, making videos, keeping a blog, knitting, working out, reading, or a plethora of other endeavors, and I work on it with a certain zeal, and then I suddenly find myself interested in something else.  I think I’ve inherited this trait from my father, though it afflicts him in a different way: he spends a bunch of money on books or equipment in preparation for a given hobby, but tends to lose interest before actually getting into it.

To a certain extent, (more…)