A good friend of mine, Cale, began reading my blog two weeks ago. I eagerly awaited his opinion on my articles and, no doubt, witty repertoire. After reading quite a few articles, Cale said something along the lines of “I like it, but it seems like you’re angry at the world.” I chuckled and didn’t really think too much of it. A week later, I found myself talking on the phone to my sister who reiterated what Cale had said. Then, to my shock, she added that my mother refused to read my blog because it “disturbed her.”
I’m not quite sure where this notion that I’m “angry at the world” came from, but I’m really not….that angry. Rather, I prefer to look at myself as possessing a more cynical sense of humor. The stuff I write about on this blog, such as girl’s jeans and kissy lips, is meant to be funny. Perhaps it doesn’t translate that well from my head to the keyboard. Or maybe I really am pissed off at everything and I have simply not accepted that fact.
I went back and started re-reading some of my former articles, looking for the sections my loyal readers believe sound like irate rhetoric. There are a few, but for the most part, I would like to think that my musings are rather comical. There is nothing angry about the best McDonald’s toys or my top five favorite ’80s cartoons.
In the end, I suppose I am just amused by idiotic people and idiotic things. Whether that makes me an elitist or not is your decision. They say ignorance is bliss and I believe that is true. However, I am on a constant quest to learn and while I stumble upon things that boggle my mind (re: Midgets vs Elephant), there is so much more I’ve learned that justifies human existence.
Hopefully, not everyone feels the same as Cale and my sister. In the meantime, however, I will endeavor to change my ways and try to craft my blog with a less-cynical view of things.
-Chad 2
With three days left to go in the auction, Cindy shoots me an email saying “So what’s up with the Carolina fs helmet.” I politely let her know that I’m just watching the auction. I’m not going to get in a bidding war with someone while there are still 72 hours left to go. I know she wants me to drive up the cost so she can profit, but I’m not biting. And then, to my complete shock, Cindy says that she is watching the auction too and that “I’m not going to let it go cheap…if its not where I want it to be it will be pulled on the last day and put in my store and Ill just take offers been selling team signed footballs for $240-$300.” (yes, that is her grammar) I didn’t know what to say at that point. If she thought that she was going to bully me into bidding, it just made me laugh. The whole point of an auction is to find a smoking deal. If I wanted to pay what you think it is worth, I’d just pop over to a store and pick one up without all the effort of bidding and shipping and whatnot.
