I love this guy.

Faith in nothing

I've never been able to just accept things without understanding them. Faith in anything is something I've never been able to have.

I've never been able to sit idly by, having faith that a problematic situation will turn out alright. I've always wondered how any person could find comfort in such an illogical idea, to sit by and do nothing and hope the cosmos change their shape to suit their desires. Especially when they've not exhausted every possible avenue to help.

As a result, I tend to say things people don't want to hear. I tend to ask questions that make people uncomfortable.

I don't trust anything with fixing itself. History has shown that when left to the hands of God, a knot never unties itself.

cause sarah said so

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A challenge of spirit

What's life without a few challenges?

Of course, there are challenges, and then there are struggles. Sometimes what we have to go through is not exactly welcomed.

Giving up may be easy to do.

...but in doing so, what if someone is left behind?

Wouldn't it be better to struggle for a short time so you can both get out alive?

I always thought so.

See you later, Alligator

I'm falling in love with crocodilians.

No, seriously.

Not for the obvious reasons, either! I know they're big, I know they're scary, I know how many teeth they have and how awesome it is when they leap out from hiding and tear an antelope to shreds... What's getting me lately is how INTELLIGENT they are.

I mean, saltwater crocs, it turns out, could have the potential to learn things through conditioning faster than lab rats. That is a big deal.

That they learn and adapt in any reasonable amount of time was surprising at first, but when I thought about it, it made perfect sense. I mean, here's a group of animals that have long been slated as stupid brutes, but how much research has been done into their ability to think?

It seems this latest patch is groundbreaking because it's the first study of its kind.

Hmm... I've got to find something like that for myself...

The reason I called you at midnight.

My power went out while I was in the shower. I was home alone. I went downstairs and it flickered back on for a second, but then I heard a bang in the garage and it went out again.

So I, being the calm, cool and collected person I am, immediately began to suspect someone was trying to kill me.

In the back of my mind, I mean. In reality, I knew the sound was more than likely the breaker switch flicking to off... I just had to go downstairs and flick it back.

In complete darkness. With only a phone to provide light. And the breakers are in my garage... and there are bugs down there. Spiders.

I know, bugs don't bother me, but I was in my boxers. This was a crisis, there was no time to get dressed.

So I grabbed my baseball bat (I'm serious) and meticulously made my way to the basement, when I started to feel my heart pounding in my ears.

I called you because, despite my better judgment, the ridiculous idea that some psycho with a machete would be hiding among the piles of junk in the back room of my basement began to take over my brain, and I knew at that point I needed to speak to another human being to ground myself.

So I went to you. I knew your voice was going to give me that push. Even though all I got out of you were tired grunts and sleepy 'Yeah...'s for about a second, my power is back on.

So take that moment out of time, and pretend it never happened. I know you're not going to mind.

Yikes...

More blaaaaah

I'm human, you know?
I need that feeling. That feeling like you're needed?

It sounds like crappy lyrics from a 90's pop rock song.

My phone is too quiet.