I was talking to a friend the other day about the consequences of having a blog which can be publicly tracked back to you with a simple google search. I know my name brings it up, but there shouldn't be people out there looking me up and if there is, well it doesn't bother me unless it affects my professional life. It may be public and out there for anyone to read, but it also has a semi private nature when you know that only the people that read know you or want to know about you and how things are going. Others might be doing random searches finding your page and that is fine too. Then you find out there are more issues. How about a prospective or current employer? Someone you meet? There could be consequences in being too open and too honest. Not to mention libel issues if you happen to be upset on a certain day. I take solace in my low readership that these won't be problems I'll have to soon deal with. It is always hard trying to know where that line is. A public journal is just that, public but a journal for me when I look back.
I'm starting to get tired of the election coverage. I'm just starting to burn out. This is a bad time considering it is getting closer for the time for me to vote. I know I talk about my vote like it is the most important thing, and though important, I know that it is just one. I still like have opinions and trying to make the best decision I can. I feel like each time I hear a stump speech I have heard it before, each time I hear a pundit make an argument, I've heard it before. I always try to look for bias in the words they use and the way they say things. Thursday is the democratic debate, and I wasn't selected to get a ticket, so I'll be at home watching it. Maybe that will spark up my interest again. Maybe it is good that I'm starting to follow less closely, it does give me added stress in something I have no true control over. Just because you root for your team doesn't mean that you are opposed to firing players and hiring new coaches. Doesn't make you less of a fan to know the ones you have just suck and are bring everyone down.
Here is a story I thought was interesting: Keith Olbermann slammed Bill O'Reilly for saying on his radio show, "I don't want to go on a lynching party against Michelle Obama unless there's evidence."
Wednesday I got an email from my friend Jorge. At what point will he be my college friend Jorge rather than just Jorge. So this new doctor friend of mine is getting married to his college sweetheart Michele in the fall in California. This is how he phrased his question to me, "would you guys be willing/interested in being groom's bitches at my wedding?...if you don't think there is a really strong chance that you will attend, ... no worries, i'll get other grooms bitches." There was a lot a lot of love in there despite the bitches part. I was hoping Juan Carlos would quickly reply, "YES! Jorge, you had me at bitch." But though I know in his heart he felt it, that was not his reply, instead it was a regular yes if Marty and Herbert do it. This would be the first time I've ever a Grooms Man. I have no clue what one does or any of that stuff. I guess I'll find out. Wow a wedding.
Speaking of weddings, check out this video, Woman Rejects Very Public Wedding Proposal.
Why would anyone do something like that? I'm talking about proposing in public, I mean you kind of put the other person in a tough spot. What is more respectable, to say yes and then no off the court to save his reputation, or say no so that he doesn't have those 2 mins where he thinks you actually want to spend the rest of your life with him? I still don't know how I'd propose. Maybe she should of said, I need some time to think about it. That is a good way to say no because that is what it means. I feel a little guilty posting this, I mean if you are that guy, it must really hurt and to add this to it. There must be a lot of these out there though, a very lot its seems.
I am the same person who graduated from high school in 1998. I've grown, matured and a lot of things about me are different, but at the core, I hold a lot of the same values and judgments. I'm a hell of a lot wiser, but am probably still an idiot compared to 40 year old Marty who will wonder what I was doing at this age. So many times in my life I've been told, "you're different now." Usually in a way that rejects the former me while accepting the current me. For example, when I was in FL I was told I was different from the DC me and in DC was told by someone else I was different from the FL me. Now, I was the same person, yes there were changes I made in my life, attitude differences and approaches to life, but no huge fundamental religious conversation type of changes. So a person that accepts the FL me, but not the DC me, makes me really wonder if they are truly accepting me. Doesn't it have an undercurrent of, well if you change then I'll no longer want to be with you because you will no longer meet my current expectations of the you I care about. Isn't the whole thing supposed to be finding a person that loves the fundamental you. The you under it all, the you that drives the trying to be a better person. So for better or worse, there should be no conditions. It is just worries me that during hard times, I'll be told, "you are not the person I met at "insert point of time here" and I don't even know you anymore." I have been lucky enough in my life to meet people that truly do care about me no matter what I may be dealing with or if I'm harder to deal with than other times, but life is complex and this isn't the one all solve all solution to everything. I'm happy with the person I am right now, but I'm still working on trying to learn more things, be better to people, be more understanding, get stronger, both in mental and physical senses. There is only one me.
Wednesday night Abram and I went over to Rino's place to hang out. We were all back together. We had a few drinks and talked about the usual things. We ended up staying a little longer than I had planned, but it is cool when spending time with family feels the same as spending time with friends. I'm usually a homebody that doesn't venture out on weekdays much, so I was proud of myself to choose socializing rather than resting at home.
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