Be Honest

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Line drawing of my stereo system.

Stereo: Pioneer Sx 434. Grandpa gave me this.

Record player: Lab 400 realistic semi auto turntable. Pretty nice table actually.

Speakers: Sansui sp-1700 speakers. Solid maple. I love older things, theyre made so nicely.

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Pros and Cons of Everything 1

*This isn't a love an relationships blog, I swear. I just write about it quite a bit. That aside, this isn't advice, or what I think you should do or the god honest truth. This is just stuff I've thought about and decided to share. I am probably wrong*

If there's one subject that there seems to be an endless supply of information on, it would be love and relationships. Books and books and magazine after magazine and millions of songs, thousands if not millions of movies, paintings, dance, more or less any media has a massive catalog of works on the subject. Being one of the main drives that most people have, there's billions of opinions on the subject. Love and relationships have been one of the largest drives of my life, so I've done quite a bit of reading on the subject. At a certain point in reading and learning about the subject, everything I read more or less fits comfortably on a spectrum. (Especially pop articles for mass consumption, I'm looking at you Cosmo and Ask Men)

Ignoring the most extreme ends of the spectrum (save yourself to marriage and "fuck bitches get money"), you get a camp to the left who's members believe that you'll discover what you want and make yourself happy through many partners and extensive use of short term dating, and a camp to the right who believes that as long as there is a spark, most couples could make it in the long term, or at least try to focus on one person at a time. Most articles, books and such I've read falls in between these, well, except for the game but... god I cant believe the guy who wrote that book wasn't embarrassed for that.

I sketched out a quick pros and cons chart to quickly compare the 2 extremes. It basically boiled down to sleeping around is (typically) very fast, self indulging and more lighthearted and less stressful, and one can quickly decide what they like and don't like, and heartbreaks heal fast. However, it breeds selfishness, doesn't teach you how to be able to work in an exclusive relationship, and oftentimes puts physical attractiveness above all else.

Basing everything around commitment more or less has the opposite problems. Less partners means you'll learn to be less selfless, learn how to work well with a partner and have a deep connection with someone. This makes heartbreaks difficult though, fights can be stressful and you might not know what you want.

Too bad its hard to strike a balance between these 2

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Sometimes girls decide they like me and draw in my high school notebooks

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Horrible things I want from life part 1

Because sometimes you just can't give a fuck what anyone else thinks if something is important to you.

I hate fat people. I'm sorry, I know its wrong to love the look of those heroin chic models Calvin Klien did in the 90's, petite Asian women and Twiggy. Yeah, to a degree I'm feeding into the anorexia issues teenage girls face, but considering how unhealthy and overweight the majority of people are in the US its hard to take a moderate stand. Its a hard place to stay politically correct, especially for someone like me who puts the aesthetics and beauty of life above almost everything else. Trim fitness is beauty to me and beauty is important to my life.

Problem being, is that obesity and general fatness is a problem that affects almost everyone in America due to our poor quality food and the lack of time to prepare a decent meal at home due to 9-5 jobs, dual income homes and what not. Ive seen it happen so many times, a couple gets married, settles down, and starts getting worn out from work and/or raising kids and so their diet and fitness routine goes down the drain as they age. This is where the "horrible things I want" comes into play; its worth it to me to take an hour a day out of my life to make a healthy, balanced meal every night to keep myself and whoever my partner is from becoming fatasses. Yep, about 5% of my entire life making sure my lover wont get fat. Worth it? To me, worth every second.

Is this overly judgmental of fat people? Probably. But hey, they have other life goals and meanings to fulfill. I just don't want to become one of them.

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Cell Phones.

I'm going to go out on a limb here to tell a story. It makes me sound a little weird, but that's fine, its a good story nonetheless.

I hit upon some luck today. I was driving back from the auto parts store through the alley behind my house. There was a pile of boxes next to a trash can, and you know the unwritten rules of alley finds: if its in the alley, its free. So I was like, what the hell, I'll stop and look.

I found some nice things.

An older laptop, a Super Nintendo with a few games, a microsoft gps adapter for a laptop, tons and tons of cords and adapters, keyboards, and cd's. Well, the last thing I found was the most interesting: 5 cell phones.

Now like I've said before, I sell stuff online. Well, I planned on listing my treasure online for sale. So I go home and test everything. First the laptop, because it was the crown jewel, then the little things like keyboards and routers. Lastly I checked the cell phones.

These cell phones were from about 2003 to 2005. They were the first "generation" of cell phones to have cameras on them. They all still worked, and 2 of them still had all their previous owners information in them.

The first one was owned by an African American man. The second one, well, was owned by a teenage girl. Or was a teenage girl, she was 16 or 17 in about 2005.

I turned on her phone, not knowing it was hers. The background was a photo of herself, oddly enough. The photo was grainy and unclear but I could tell she was a pretty girl. I decided to see if there were any pictures left on the phone. Sure enough there were, all of her. She was a beautiful girl.

I don't know anything about her. There are some shards of conversation left in the phone, texts to an old boyfriend or something. No one had her name in any of the texts they sent. The last photo was dated 2005. It was of someone's grave.

This was almost 8 years ago now. She might be married. She might have a child. The boy she texted in her phone is almost certainly long gone, maybe even forgotten. This leaves me with 2 burning questions though: if I had been her age and knew her, would I have fallen in love with her?

And second, will my past loves be as long lost as an old cell phone in 8 years?

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Lucky Strikes

Now this has absolutely nothing to do with anything I've posted but hey, its a good story.

I was at a party, and people were buming cigarettes off each other left and right. Now, I don't smoke as much as most other people do so I generally have enough cigarettes on me, and I'm generous about them. Hey, a lot of people don't have much money and I'm doing pretty well, I need to share the wealth.

Now, some people see me pull out my pack of luckies and their face instantly lights up.

"Oh my god, are those luckies?"

"yeah, you're welcome to have one"

"Are you serious? They're like 7 dollars a pack!"

"oh don't worry about it" I usually hand them my trusty Zippo too.

Other people aren't so thrilled. They complain about them being harsh, which they are, especially considering so many people are used to smoking lights and ultra lights.

But the other night, I got the oddest response. There was this black guy trying to bum a cigarette off of people, and all he could find was an ultra light, and he wanted more nicotine. He was going to solve this problem by cutting half the filter off, but he was drunk and I didn't want him to hurt himself, so I offered him one of mine. And he just looks at me and then he says

"Yeah but this niggas got NO filter"

I look back at him. I was also really high.

I don't remember what happened after this.

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Rugrats all grown up.

The original Rugrats is awesome, one of my favorite shows as a child. Not this. I never wanted to see all of their parents go through their midlife crisis's. Also LOL@ Chucky's dad having some serious yellow fever

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Be Honest.

People lie all the time. We simply have to. Wither its to save face, keep out of trouble, not hurt each other, or some other reason, we do. Every day is a we go out into the world past our doors we pass by hundreds of people, each with their own thoughts and feelings and perspectives in life. Our little lies are just us attempting to smooth out the differences in our viewpoints so we can understand each other better. But what if we all told nothing but the truth?

This is my story of life. I may not tell the whole truth, but at least its part of it.

Everything on my tumblr is original content unless otherwise specified. My life isn't a repost.