Memoir

A funny memory I like to recall frequently was from a time when I was a much less responsible and intelligent person. Flashback to when I was ten years old. I had a close friend who lived merely two houses down in my neighborhood. We would play games and hangout almost every single day back then. We used to do the craziest things and have the craziest times. Well, that day, it was a warm summer day and I decided I would go over to the neighbors and spend the day there. My mom was gone for the day with my Grandma and my dad was working a side job for a friend, so rather than stay home alone all day, I wanted to hang out with my friend. My friend had this older brother who was four or five years older than us and was old enough to know right from wrong. He used to force us into these stupid situations where one of us would either wind up hurt or in trouble. I don't know if he thought it was fun to take advantage of us, but it was idiotic and childish and it happened pretty frequently. For some strange reason, we always listened to him and trusted him too, no matter what stupid things he made us do. So anyways, back on point. I was over there that day and they had a swimming pool so we decided to go for a quick swim, considering how hot it was outside. After swimming for a while, we went inside where it was cool and we all decided to watch TV. The Disney movie, Aristocats was on and considering me and my friend were pretty young, and Disney movies are pretty cool, even looking back as an adult, we decided to watch it. Well, about halfway through, my friend's older brother decided to join us, which looking back was fine and all, but it was what happened afterward that drove me to stop trusting him. He had this habit of making us play stupid games with him where he would boss us around and make us do humiliating things. Well, his brilliant plan for us was to pretend to be cats. Like I said, I was young and stupid and looking back, I was ridiculous as a child. So my friend and I had to pretend to be cats while he was our owner. He locked us in a plastic Fisher-Price castle and told us each to sit in the round corner tower. Well, these castles had a plastic round platform in the tower at midlevel, so the kids playing in it could stand on it and look out of the tower. He had my friend sit underneath of it and me on top of it. We had this glassware container in the middle of the castle sitting on the ground, full of Cheez-Its. We had to ask his permission to eat any. Now I kind of realize he had a thing for control. So I had been asking and asking for some and finally he gave me the go-ahead. I reached for the crackers and learned then that you weren't supposed to sit on those plastic platforms. I fell face-first forward into this bowl and cracked my head open. Naturally we all freaked out and ran upstairs, where their father proceeded to tell me I would need stitches. So we called my parents and my dad came and picked me up and took me to emergency where the doctor stitched me up. My friend's brother felt like an ass after all this happened, and for good reason. I never listened to him and his stupid plans nor played any of his dumb games again.

Wednesday, January 23rd

Ok, so apparently I have today and tomorrow off. Hell yes! More relaxing and Magic today! On a different note I still cannot figure out how to use this blogger program. I cant do page breaks or anything and its sort of depressing. Usually I'm really tech savvy but this is rather unfortunate. Oh well, I'm sure I shall figure it out at some point. See, right here is supposed to be a page break, but there isn't. Darn. Oh well, like I said, I'll figure it out eventually. I don't really know what else to say; my life is kind of uneventful at the moment. So instead, here's another cat picture.

Tuesday, January 22nd

So I was getting ready for work today and I get a text message from my manager: I have the day off! It was so kickass, I literally spent the entirety of the rest of the day relaxing and playing Magic: The Gathering with my floormates. So yeah, I play Magic, I know it's super nerdy and whatnot but it is probably one of the funnest games ever. Magic is a collectible trading card game but it takes a lot of thought and strategy to play. I always thought it looked really dumb and whatnot and when I was younger a bunch of my friends tried to get me to play, but I never would. But then one of my closest friends convinced me to buy a starter kit and I was hooked immediately. I drop almost all my money on it, but its okay. Its pretty much one of my only hobbies these days, but I am not concerned. I did get my girlfriend to start playing and its really awesome because now I'll always have someone to play with. I've been teaching her a little bit as we go but she's starting to get good. Her brother heard us talking about it one time too and I even got him hooked. But yeah, so that's how I spent my day off.

Monday, January 21st

So I'll admit, I was a little frustrated today when I found out the bank was closed. I needed my paycheck today but I couldn't get it. I am glad we didn't have class though. I worked today with a guy who only just started working at our Subway (he got transferred from a different store) and he was telling me about this girl that he had been talking to. A kid in my hometown recently was on that show, Catfish. I had never heard about it before until everyone from high school was like freaking out about it on Facebook. The shows about people who meet up on the internet and then the show introduces them to one another in person, and sometimes it turns out that one of the two people was fake or whatever. Anyways, my coworker was saying how this girl wanted him to date her but he had never actually met her. She also told him she couldn't skype with him or text him/ call him because she didn't have a phone. I thought the whole thing was pretty dang sketchy. I even warned him and only after I expressed to him the pit that this left in my stomach did he say the whole thing weirded him out. These days, you've got to be so careful with who you talk to online. For all you know, that 21 year old girl you've been flirting with over Facebook could be a 40 year old dude. There's this saying that I've always rather liked: On the internet, nobody knows you're a cat. And with this, I'm out.

Saturday, January 19th

So I had work off today and it was great! I hail from the small town of Lapeer, Michigan and I live on campus at Oakland University. I have a girlfriend at home so I go home on the weekends that I don't work so that I can spend time with her. She's also my mom's assistant cheerleading coach. My mom's a middle school cheer coach. Fun. But anyways, the point I'm getting to is this weekend I went with her to a cheer competition and I realized that middle school kids these days are way different than how I was in middle school. They say and do things I'd never have even thought of saying at that age. And the drama, man it's awful. But other than all of that, today was pretty great! I got to go on a double date with some friends I haven't seen in a long time and then got to stay the night with my girl. I always enjoy going home on the weekends.

Friday, January 18th

I worked tonight (that's always entertaining- not.)
It's not that I dislike my job, not in the slightest, it's just that I always told myself that I would never work in the food industry for multiple reasons, the first and foremost of these reasons being that I don't get along with people very well. Rather, let me rephrase that. I don't have a very high opinion of most people, and this leads me to be a little judgmental at times. People are super rude sometimes and I've always been real big on equality and fairness in life and for the life of me can't understand why people think they can get away with being rude to people in the food business. I want to be like: Sir, I am making your food, I'd change that tone if I were you.
The second reason is that I knew if I worked at a restaurant, that I would lose my taste for their food, and its true. I eat Subway almost every single day and it just doesn't resonate with me as well as it used to. You know, before I started working there. Now every sub I eat is just 'bleh' because I am so used to eating them all of the bloody time for dinner.
The third reason is rather minor but it's a reason nonetheless: I don't like smelling like food. Plain and simple.
I guess it seems like I'm complaining, but on the whole I really am not. I like my job. I like my coworkers, and most of the work is easy. I like earning money and stuff, it's just that sometimes I get frustrated, and when I get frustrated I tend to want to vent.

No Reason

Why does our society rely so much on stereotypes? Something that always bothers me is when people say stuff like: Oh, he's asian, therefore he's smart. Stereotypes are stupid, I've met plenty of asians who aren't all that smart. Or: He's a christian, therefore he must be a religious zealot. People in our day and age kinda suck sometimes.
I work in the food industry and you see people at their worst.  Some of the people who come in and order, I'm astounded they were able to get out of bed and dress themselves in the morning.

Oh, a disclaimer, I suppose: I am a very opinionated person. I don't intend to offend anyone but if I do, my bad.

Anyways, that's just something that's been bothering me lately: I see people treat each other so poorly and act so scummy to one another it just gets old after awhile is all.