I Just Wanted Some Dinner, Man...

This is a post that will consist of me venting a little bit. Just a warning.

MOVING ON.

I learned another life lesson today. And by that I mean "I had another lesson that has been crammed down my throat since I could talk reaffirmed today."

Life can pick some pretty weird times to sucker punch you right in the face. Like when you're waiting in line at a Mexican Grill for dinner at 10:30 PM on a Wednesday (can I get a HUMP DAAYYYYYYY?) night.

No, this isn't me going into detail about how I was metaphorically assaulted by fate. This post also won't contain an explanation as to why I waited until 10:30 at night to eat dinner at a Mexican Grill (the tacos were quite good, though).

All I'm going to say is that someone played a joke on me. And while I love jokes almost as much as I love poop related humor and Spongebob Squarepants (Which are two of my favorite things in the whole world), sometimes jokes can be taken too far.

You see, you never know exactly what a person is going through, especially if you don't know them that well. And sometimes your attempts at humor can be interpreted as something far from humorous (like your radius, for example... ha. Anatomy pun. Oh I should get out more).

I know that this makes me sound like a hypocrite. I practically invented blunt / brutal humor. But this is as much a slap on my wrist as anyone else's. I have no right to tell people that what they're doing is right or wrong.

I do have a right to vent though, and that's what I'm doing. That's the perks of owning a blog. I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT ON HERE.

Well... within legal limits established by the United States government.

Okay. I feel better.

Goodnight everyone! Stay in school, kids!

-- Tyler

Why Do I Write...?

The other day someone asked me why I blog. You would think that I would have an answer to that question ready to go at a moment's notice... but I had to think about it.

And think about it.

And I'm still thinking about it. I have no idea why I blog. 

I don't write to entertain people. 

I don't write to prove a point.

I have no aspirations to persuade anyone to think or do anything. 

So why do I blog? Why do I shamelessly write down the thoughts in my head for the whole world to read, if they so chose to?

Some people tell me it's brave to write about my life. Some people call me stupid. I'm honestly probably a little bit of both. 

The answer to the question "Why do I blog?" will probably remained unanswered. I have no reason. So maybe I should just stop.

Totally kidding.

I don't know why I do it, true. But writing for me is something therapeutic. At the end of a stressful point in my life I can just blow off steam. If something good happens to me I can share my elations with the world. Maybe that's why I write, then: It makes me feel content. 

There's something about creating a post that is just incredibly satisfying. It's something that I fabricated completely on my own. Each post is 100% mine. The stuff people read is all Tyler all of the time. 

There's something comforting about that. This is one of the few places where I can be entirely me.

And you know what? I like being me. College taught me that. I enjoy being me because I'm the only me there is. Gone are the days where I feel like I have to be something for someone. If I'm something for someone it's because I want to be that something for that someone. Not because I felt like I had to change who I am to fit in.

God, college is awesome. I think I've learned more outside of class time than I have during classes.

This is kind of a choppy conclusion.

There. Post over.

Life on a Tin Platter...

They say you learn things about yourself in college. Here's something I learned very quickly: I am not a party goer so, mom and grandma, if you're reading this, you can breathe easy now.

Everyone's going out tonight. So here I am!

My birthday was three days ago. Now, I'm new to the college world. But from birth through high school I've always been under the impression that the birthday fairy follows you around all day (invisible) and makes your special day as perfect as can possibly be.

College taught me that this is so far from true. There's no such thing as a birthday fairy. Fairies aren't real, apparently.

There is no magical law that demands the universe to make everything fall into perfect alignment on your day of birth.

Why yes, I did have a slightly sour day on my birthday, thanks for asking.

You know, that's life though. Sometimes you just have to roll with the punches. And if you fall down you have to get up, dust yourself off, and keep going. So I spent most of my birthday in a car driving back to school and in a doctor's office. It happens. Hopefully I'll have plenty more birthdays. And, because I believe every cloud has a silver lining if you're willing to look for it, I even got to go out the next night and celebrate the next day with some really awesome people.

Moral of the story: Life won't always hand you life in a silver platter.

Sometimes the platter is made out of tin. You just have to appreciate the fact that it still shines.