Crystal?

28 09 2005

Let’s get one thing clear.

I am Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh. Sort of. This blog can therefore be construed as my art (however many grammatical mistakes it might contain) over a period of time. It has changed a lot before, and I’m sure it will change a lot in the future.

It goes through periods. I have changed motivations, ideas, thoughts, and feelings. But I’m the same person.
Nothing in life is permanent.

But I’m not gone, just like that. Don’t you worry.




I would walk five hundred miles…

26 09 2005

Well, it’s been an interesting weekend. Plus on the alcohol– I hadn’t actually drank on a Thursday, Friday, Saturday in succession since the good ol’ days of Mews Residence Hall.

I’m feeling a bit better– like maybe I am coming out of my slump? I don’t know, things aren’t the same anymore– no matter how hard I have pretended to ignore that in the last 2 months. Whatever was done to me was– I don’t want to use the word irreparable– but it wasn’t superficial. And I don’t know, maybe I’ve handled it miserably, maybe everyone else has handled it miserably. I don’t know if you can actually figure something like that out. It might be one of those things where everyone sees everything through rose-colored glasses. I see one thing, someone else sees another thing. And no matter how everyone tries to explain their side of the story, their feelings, their mindset– you really can’t get it across. I can sit here and bemoan the world, and how I fucked up, and how much people can really be assholes, fuckers, and just plain ignorant towards me, but if that’s not the way another person sees it, then the point never gets across. Which of course may not make much sense, because that would make every single personal inconsolable to every hurtful act ever (though who knows, maybe I’m the inconsolable one?) Personal mindsets can be wonderful or terrible. I was mad all this time because I wasted time on something that never really existed. And THAT’S what sucks. Because I’ve wasted my time on plenty of things that have been there, and I’ve made worse. Or things that I thought were different from what they were. But something that doesn’t exist; well life’s just unfair. I also get too angry over individual flaws. That was a post a while back– But people do things without thinking, sometimes for selfish reasons, sometimes because they don’t understand the repercussions of their actions. That bothers me. It’s completely irrational, I know. But I almost find it unforgivable. Maybe it’s ME being selfish. I don’t know. Maybe I just want a little remorse shown. I don’t want someone to hear me get the courage to bring up something that angered me, or bothered me, or hurt me and to have the reply of “oh, sorry,” and then move on their merry, little, way, in essence going “whatever, I learned nothing,” or harsher “yeah, OK, but I really don’t see that important enough to change for you.” It’s even more aggravating when the same scenario repeats itself. You learn the hot buttons, yet you press them anyways. Why? But I might never have a valid solution to that. Or did I get one on Friday night?

“i don’t think you realize on how much of a higher level you think than us. you sit here and wait for people to read your subtle signals, and to think of someone other than themselves, and that everyone feels for you like you feel for everyone else.”
“you try to gently nudge people towards the side of compassion, good, and caring by leading by example– an unlike some, you’ve stuck with it even if every effort you ever make is just thrown right back in your face.”
“you’re like a walking novel from the 1800’s, like you are actually the fantastic image of a fictional person that some writer penned in their head. you sit up there and hope and wish and have faith that everyone else will change because you see everything on a different, higher level as everyone else, but 99% of people on this planet are selfish, egotistical, out to further their own goals, ambitions, life. they do what makes them feel good, even if it makes someone else feel far worse. if anyone tells you that this isn’t how it actually is, they are lying. probably for some selfish reason of course”
“those people just chew people like you up and spit you out– BUT they don’t know it. they don’t mean to, it’s just innate, just like eating, sleeping, sex, etc”
“of course, you finally hit it now, because you have left the group of high school “innocence” and are seeing people’s “true colors” when they are taken out of the shelter, and allowed to become their own individual. it’s how the human race has been for however long we haven’t been chimps, and it’ll be around forever– and im sure it’ll cause the eventual demise of mankind. i don’t what i can personally tell you, other than the fact that you just have to have faith that you think the way you do for a reason, and if you make one life better because you think that way, you improve the overall karma of the universe by one fraction of a point.
“you’re not wrong, you’re special, albeit through blind luck of natural selection or by divine intervention you are tremendously unique; but being different breeds lonliness, isolation, anger, frustration, depression, weakness, lethargy, and so on. the only thing you can do is try to move on, and keep spreading the word. someday you’ll hit home somewhere, with someone, in regards to something. and you’ll have been worthwhile.”

Hmm? Drunk/sober? Good points? I don’t know what to make of it, but I’ll give you points for creativity.

Lack of quality perhaps, sorry, I got sidetracked while writing my astro paper. I find it funny how if I’ll leave iTunes on replay, and through my writing, you can pick up exactly what type of song I was listening to, when.




Such great heights…

22 09 2005

I have to let everything go. I can’t let this wave of regret sweep over me in a cyclic manner. I concede. I lost. I fucked something up. Whatever; my psyche was shattered, and dreaming about the impossible, or getting angry over the probable is not going to help me or anyone else.

I had an epiphany tonight. I read an away message. Guess who’s. She was waiting. It wasn’t addressed to me. But then, then I knew why I’m in this funk. I know, I’ve said that before, but this; this just feels like the answer. The point is, I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling that someone was actually waiting for me. For my phone call, for my text message, for my attention. I loved the fact that if something happened, I was the first to know, that someone thought, “man, wait ’til I tell Colin about this!” If I can invite one person, I want it to be Colin. I’m in lives, but I’m second tier– I’m not the first one that comes to anyone’s mind. And maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s not that I DON’T have friends or that none of my friends give a flying fuck, it’s just that I’m not the first option. I’m not the best. I’m not the go-to guy. There’s always someone standing in front of me. When I’m called upon it’s because primary resources failed. I hate that. THAT’S why I felt so good. I thought for a change I wasn’t the one playing second fiddle. I was, in hindsight, stupid to believe that. You see, someone will inevitably end up getting hurt when one person is #1 on one’s list, and one is lower than that on the others. Case in point, me. Whether it was my fault that I made up things that weren’t really there (reasoning that I was never actually #1), or whether someone else supplanted me before I could do something meaningful (the fact that someone came in and passed me for #1, relegating me to the bottom of the totem pole). I don’t care. I still to this day have no clue where I went wrong, what I did to allow me to fall/get pushed off the ledge. But I suppose there’s just no point in jealousy or anger or bitterness anymore. I got my hopes up, my mind/heart/whatever got excited. All over nothing. I hate buildup. Check that. I LOVE buildup. I HATE the inevitable letdown. This summer, my expectations perked. And were fueled. Was I really someone special? I’m usually a low-bar kind of guy, and suddenly it got raised. And I jumped. And I hit the bar. And when I was falling I went “Fuck, this one is going to hurt when I hit the ground.” Reality check. You never were #1. You just thought that, because you’ve never really experienced being #1. You idiot. And the reason why I get all angry and crazy and bitter is because I try forcing it. Or trying to prove it. That I’m a better #1. Why pick someone else over me? I don’t have another #1. Please. Let me be you’re #1. I can do anything you’d ever ask. I can be one step better than anyone else. I’ll sacrifice for you. You don’t have to fight for me. You just have to say the word. Do you not see it? I care. Tremendously. But apparently that’s the wrong way to think about it. Well, it’s natural, it’s just not productive. It’s beating a dead horse. It’s going to get me nowhere and just make things more awkward (which is probably hard to do). So I guess my only option– against everything my hearts says– is to let it go. I gave it my best shot, and not surprisingly my best shot once again was a miserable failure (you’d reckon these failures would help me not fail so much as time goes on– funny, huh?)

It’s my inherent nature. I don’t know what I do that causes it, but it’s clearly the case. It’s evident in both Ithaca and home. I’m the one that always wonders if he left his phone on silent, because no one ever calls. I’m the one that wonders if my connection is gone because there are no IMs when I get back. I’m the one that has to go ask people what they are doing tonight because no one asks me. I like having a lot of friends, and I do take stock into people telling me I’m a nice guy, I really do– but now I realize it’s in human (or at least my) nature to have that one-on-one relationship. To have someone to turn to, to know that someone out there spontaneously thinks about you. Someone who will put aside plans for you, someone who makes you their priority. Someone who has that twinge of fear when you aren’t online by 3 even though you’re away message said back at noon. That appeared to happen to me. And stopped happening equally as quickly. And if confused and befuddled and quite frankly, angered me. I felt/feel I got played. Played for the fool. Dragged around as a pawn in someone’s game, looking for the same thing I was looking for, but found an upgrade, whereas I didn’t. I don’t like getting cracked like that, especially since I felt I had done nothing to deserve it. And to top it off, I don’t know if my misery is even making anyone’s life any better. Talk about balancing out the universe, huh? Maybe it’s just me, all these notions are incredible, but I don’t know if anything other than time will reveal the answer.

Some philosopher once said that the measure of a man comes not through life’s achievements, but at the sorrow of his death. Either a philosopher said that or I just made that up, in which case I should be the philosopher. So that got me thinking. I’m not sure WHAT would happen if I died right now. There’d be grief, I’m sure– I’m not proposing that everyone would just ignore it. Some would take it harder than others. But I don’t know if it’d be life-altering for anyone. And while that’s not a great way of thinking about it, this means I’m not involved in someone’s life enough for it to actually mean something significant when I’m not there. This bothers me, however morbid and sadistic it might seem. I want someone to be deeply and in a sense, permanently affected by my presence. That’s what I want.

It’s like I ascended someone’s personal ladder. And then randomly got kicked down a couple rungs. I don’t know precisely what happened (my human nature suggests people “more desirable” than me swooped in, but I really don’t even care why at this point). All I know is I’m back where I started. No phone calls, no text messages, no one to look out for, and no one to look out for me. Except myself. The way it’s always been. Hopefully not the way it will always be. I need someone. Anyone. Someone to love me, someone to like me, hell someone to just say “Hey the Sox game’s on,” and the first person they think of is me. That’d at least be a step in the right direction. Oh what I’d give—-

Well, the job is now/still/will be available. I’m taking any and all comers.




I did not have…

21 09 2005

From the AP:

BEIJING - A rubber company in China has begun marketing condoms under the brand names Clinton and Lewinsky, apparently seeking to exploit the White House affair that led to the impeachment of America’s 42nd president.

Spokesman Liu Wenhua of the Guangzhou Rubber Group said the company was handing out 100,000 free Clinton and Lewinsky condoms as part of a promotion to raise consumer awareness of its new products.

He said that after the promotion ends, the Clinton condoms will go on sale in southern China for 29.8 Yuan ($3.72) for a box of 12, while the Lewinsky model will be priced at 18.8 Yuan ($2.35) for the same quantity.

“The Clinton condom will be the top of our line,” he said. “The Lewinsky condom is not quite as good.”

Liu said the company had chosen to use the Clinton name because consumers viewed the former president as a responsible person, who would want to stress safe sex as an effective way to prevent the spread of the HIV virus.

“The names we chose are symbols of people who are responsible and dedicated to their jobs,” he said. “I believe Bill Clinton cannot be unhappy about this because he’s a very generous man.”

Liu said the company did not believe using the Clinton and Lewinsky names constituted a violation of copyright or other laws.

“We have received full approval from the local Industrial and Commercial Bureau to start production,” he said.

Clinton has campaigned aggressively for heightened AIDS awareness in China, where the disease is spreading rapidly.

In impeachment proceedings conducted by the U.S. Senate in 1999, he was acquitted on charges of perjury and obstruction of justice. The charges stemmed from denials he made about a sexual relationship he maintained with Lewinsky, a former White House intern.




The folly of the human mind…

19 09 2005

OK, we all know I have a lack of faith in the integrity and intelligence of the human mind. Yeah. Proof from a crappy weekend.

3.) While discussing the SONG “Don’t Stop Believing” by the BAND Journey, we have an unsuspecting Asian who says THIS: “Wait, who did Journey? Counting Crows?” So stupid. So ignorant.

2.) “that it how it is, i do go after the wrong guys, but it’s because they give me attention, and i just like it, i like being payed attention to, but then i fall for them and get blown off, a lot” Yes, because that’s nothing at ALL like what’s happened to me. I mean, c’mon– the only reason you allowed yourself to get blown off was because you blew me off. After I have given you more attention than Jesus Christ walking on water. So no. I’m offering comfort and that’s akin to a slap in the face.

1.) And our top quote of the weekend is a two parter.

“nah, i think i’m just going to stay in tonight and get some hmwk done or something. just call me later.”

Which was soon followed by me finding out what happened, and the confrontation begins;

“but colin i do’nt think you understand, i was REALLY drunk. you know how it is!!”

That’s copied. Verbatim. Who-re.

Wow.




Fuck.

18 09 2005

I have a gambling problem.

… and I’m also iron-deficient. So THAT’S why I’m so fucking lazy.




Sorry, therapeutic emoness…

17 09 2005

These feelings should have gone away by now, but no, they can’t be normal and fade with time. They merely get repressed, put into a mason jar, until someone or something walks by me and pops it open. It’s getting to the point where it’s uncharted waters. I’ve had issues before, but time heals all wounds. Or at least closes them off with a nice, beautiful scar. Then I clamor to pick up the pieces, put it back in, and wait for someone else to do the same thing. I just have to hope that all of my mason jars don’t get opened at once, or we have a massive case of what us physicists call constructive interference. And that’s when it gets real bad. My heart and my head keep saying two different things sometimes. And it bothers me. My brain KNOWS what is going on, what has happened, and why me sitting here and wondering is doing absolutely no good to the situation, and it BEGS me to move on and reassess, and my heart thinks of what used to, or could be going on. I know it’s coming, yet I’m powerless to say “shut up” and stop it. There are times like yesterday, when just for a brief evening, she felt everything I feel, just with me it happens quite frequently– but that’s another story for another day. And it kind of made me happy; albeit in a sick, twisted, schadeunfreude kind of way. See my brain was logical and said “No you fucking idiot! How can anyone you care about being hurt actually be a plus to universe in any way shape or form?” I guess it’s just the person-person association– I want people to know what I feel. It ended up being tragically ironic- like something out of a Shakespearian play, seeing as I got hung out to dry in massive proportions this weekend, resulting in me sitting here and festering, and, ironically– one of the people I got blown off for– someone who is/was thought to me more important than me, just ended up causing more hard feelings in the end. Go figure. Whenever I’m involved lately, it’s just a losing proposition. So if I cast a pall on people’s lives now, please accept my apologies; I can wins at cards, dice, games, but not life. I have changed a lot as a person over the last six months. I’m not sure what caused it or why it happened, but I’m not the old me anymore. Whether that has anything to do with this, I don’t know. But I’m confused, saddened, and I want it to go away. Or I don’t want it to go away.

Maybe I’m just competitive. I don’t like losing. And I lost.

So we return to the cycle. Emotional baggage goes in jar. I tuck it under my arm and run forward, and hope that I can reach the endzone before the linebacker catches me and rips it out yet again.




This is me shaking my head…

15 09 2005

Well, the much hyped return to the Nutmeg State may have to wait until November. Or December. Or who knows when.

You see, I had planned on going down this weekend. See some old friends– yada, yada, yada.

Well it turns out, that EVEN with advance notice that I’m taking a WHOLE weekend off to come shower people with praise for being well, my friends and whatnot, they ALL managed to decide that it was more important to secure travel plans, dates, tournaments, homework breaks, family affairs and other various things that are more important that a friend wasting six hours of fuel both ways to see people he hasn’t seen in a while– some even years.

We’ve all changed I suppose– though let this be yet another example to those of you who claim that I live in my own little world and my anger and frustration and lonliness rests in the fact that I desire the world to revolve around me. No. If T-Towners come up to Ithaca to spend a weekend, I prove hospitable. This is in stark contrast to the “Colin is coming home, quick find something better to do” attitude everyone else seems to share.

*Sigh* Where did I ever go wrong?




Oh, THAT’S what it is…

14 09 2005

[11:13 PM] Muah: oh i know what you mean
[11:13 PM] Muah: anagram
[11:14 PM] Mr. Nee: hahaha
[11:14 PM] Mr. Nee: right@!!!!
[11:14 PM] Mr. Nee: anagram!!!
[11:14 PM] Mr. Nee: its like a mix of acronym and mammogram




You tell me…

13 09 2005

Looting vs. finding