A Moment of Seriousness
I am a frosted mini-wheat. Not like the commercial though. My frosted side is the funny, witty, charming, intelligent side that everybody loves so much. But, there's also the wheat side. Not necessarily my dark side, but the side of me people don't know too well. The side of me, thats shy. The side of me that keeps everything bottled up. The side of me that doesn't let anyone else know whats going on. The side of me that takes place in inner-dialogue and is never spoken. I am Scully. I am a frosted mini wheat. Are you?
More Seriousness- Although, I'm sure some people found my analogy somewhat humorous, it was sort of meant to be, on some level, I guess; comparing myself to a child's cereal. Nonetheless...
Today, the following theory was brought to my attention, its officially called "egoism" (thank you Brad). People are greedy. They are self-serving, and only do things for themselves. I, like everything else, instantly took to analyzing it to display my understanding. The example was a person seeking out a relationship with another person. The motive is getting someone to confide in, love and to be loved (for themself). You could say, the relationship was all for themselves. I don't think I explained it well, but I don't really care. Its out there now, and I have tuned it to give myself a better understanding of what it means to be a part of the "human race." What place are you in?
Bowling with Brandon
It was an interesting night. We split the 4 games, 2-2. I'm now lifetime, 5-6 against Brandon. Of course, those stats don't display that I pitifully got my ass beat one of those games, or the fact that his average and total pinfall have beaten me all three instances we've played. Now, the summary:
Game 1: I was winning, but fell to Brandon's come-from-behind spirit. He won, 128-108. Nice 10th Frame!
Game 2: It was close, but I was holding him at bay, and he wasn't doing so well. I took the game, 114-104. Something like that, Brandon will correct me tomorrow, and the statistic will be corrected.
Game 3: I won again! Squeaked this one out, with Brandon chomping at the bit. 134-131. New high for me! I displayed incredible form, in fact, my slide-kick post-release was so long, I was kicking the divider between our lane and the one next to us. =)
Game 4: Brandon said he was going to break his high for 154. He was right, all right. He slapped me, called me Susan, and sent me packing. 191-94. Kind of shameful, but really not, because I was worn, and lost all of my earlier form. Simply, I stunk up the place.
I am a frosted mini-wheat. Not like the commercial though. My frosted side is the funny, witty, charming, intelligent side that everybody loves so much. But, there's also the wheat side. Not necessarily my dark side, but the side of me people don't know too well. The side of me, thats shy. The side of me that keeps everything bottled up. The side of me that doesn't let anyone else know whats going on. The side of me that takes place in inner-dialogue and is never spoken. I am Scully. I am a frosted mini wheat. Are you?
More Seriousness- Although, I'm sure some people found my analogy somewhat humorous, it was sort of meant to be, on some level, I guess; comparing myself to a child's cereal. Nonetheless...
Today, the following theory was brought to my attention, its officially called "egoism" (thank you Brad). People are greedy. They are self-serving, and only do things for themselves. I, like everything else, instantly took to analyzing it to display my understanding. The example was a person seeking out a relationship with another person. The motive is getting someone to confide in, love and to be loved (for themself). You could say, the relationship was all for themselves. I don't think I explained it well, but I don't really care. Its out there now, and I have tuned it to give myself a better understanding of what it means to be a part of the "human race." What place are you in?
Bowling with Brandon
It was an interesting night. We split the 4 games, 2-2. I'm now lifetime, 5-6 against Brandon. Of course, those stats don't display that I pitifully got my ass beat one of those games, or the fact that his average and total pinfall have beaten me all three instances we've played. Now, the summary:
Game 1: I was winning, but fell to Brandon's come-from-behind spirit. He won, 128-108. Nice 10th Frame!
Game 2: It was close, but I was holding him at bay, and he wasn't doing so well. I took the game, 114-104. Something like that, Brandon will correct me tomorrow, and the statistic will be corrected.
Game 3: I won again! Squeaked this one out, with Brandon chomping at the bit. 134-131. New high for me! I displayed incredible form, in fact, my slide-kick post-release was so long, I was kicking the divider between our lane and the one next to us. =)
Game 4: Brandon said he was going to break his high for 154. He was right, all right. He slapped me, called me Susan, and sent me packing. 191-94. Kind of shameful, but really not, because I was worn, and lost all of my earlier form. Simply, I stunk up the place.
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