News anchors have immense difficulty ending conversations with guests. There’s always a mess of extended pauses and interruptions at the conclusion of a discussion, making it all very awkward for all parties involved, including the viewers. There has to be a fix for this seemingly simple problem. Maybe a simple protocol for all anchors to follow? Like, the anchor ends the conversation and that’s all there is to it. No response needed or expected from the guest. That’d be a quick and easy way of doing it.

I’m 24 and have yet to figure out how to deal with teasing and smartasses.

With respect to the teasing, in the form of an annoying nickname, I am apparently supposed to not acknowledge it or show that it bothers me, and that will make it go away. But what’s unsettling is that I’m a stoic person to begin with. So I’m certain I haven’t shown any emotion to fuel the repeated nickname-calling…

And with regards to conversations with smartasses, I’m guessing I need to just immerse myself into that kind of tediuos dialogue enough times so that I can learn from experience.

Car got broken into at some point last night. Middle of evening actually. Pretty brazen of the person(s) involved. Didn’t find out about it all until the following morning. Weird. Landlady didn’t know it was my car…

Also had to deal with AT&T a few times regarding the features on my iPhone.

Plus (funny that I use that word here), didn’t get any studying done today. As if I would have been productive anyway.

Oh yeah. Still have to repair car window. Damn.

This iPhone is going to be the end of me…

It’s not what you think.  I didn’t slip into another “coma”.  I’ve actually had a somewhat eventful couple of years, about which I may or may not discuss.

Anyway.  Since I’ve been back, I’ve looked over my older posts and noticed that most of them make me cringe.  It’s not the content that bothers me.  Rather, it’s the poor choice of words and the ill-conceived attempts at humor.  Maybe I’ve grown somehow since then.  Regardless, I will avoid making those mistakes again.

This blog isn’t formal.  I’m writing for myself mainly.  If you happen to stop by, whatever.  (But please comment! haha)

One of my favorite books ever is The Stranger by Albert Camus.

I’m itchin’ to read another book, but I don’t know where to start.  Could you recommend me one that’s along the lines of my favorite book?  Thanks for sharing!

Over the past few weeks, I have come to realize that I have complete sympathy for every human being.

When I see someone, I see them as an innocent newborn who has been burdened (or blessed) with their genetic dispositions and their social and environmental experiences.

I can’t describe how much at peace I am with this.

In light of reality, I find it difficult to believe in a good god, or any other higher being or collection of higher beings that is indeed good.

So, I’ve thought:

If there’s no good god: Fuhgeddaboudit.

If there’s a bad god: Fuhgeddaboudit.

If there’s no god: Fuhgeddaboudit.

Now, I think I’m an “agnostic secular-humanist”, which doesn’t make me a member of a religion, but rather an adherent to a particular life stance.

The day before yesterday, I witnessed the Moon Illusion, when the Moon in Summer appears unusually large when close to the horizon. To me, it’s always an awe-inspiring moment because it gets me thinking about stuff.

First, I think about the Moon crashing into Earth. (Talk about a slap in the face!) It’s not because I’m a doomsayer (although this and the previous post might make you think otherwise). It’s just a natural reaction to this particular situation. Anyway, it would certainly be a consciousness-numbing, nerve-racking, cataclysmic event. I can just imagine it now. Wow.

Second, I think about how many other people at that instant are looking at the Moon. Better yet, I think about how many other people look at the Moon every single day and how this has been going on for days, weeks, months, and many, many years. It’s a humbling thought, really.

The Moon is the most prominent figure in the sky. It serves as the ultimate hypnotic pendulum for humankind, persuading us to foster cooperation and to realize that we’re all passengers on that same ride called Life. (At least that’s what I think it should be doing.) We all just need to take it easy and be good, for goodness sake!

[Santa?!]

Alas, this is far easier said than done because, sadly, Earth is not a utopia and human beings are not utopian.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an unorthodox feeling of consternation for a certain meteorological condition.

Specifically, I’m referring to days when the sky is of a uniform light blue color and completely devoid of clouds or any other items that would disturb the skyscape.

In such circumstances, believe it or not, I feel that at any moment, I might fall into the sky. Yes, this defies logic, but I can’t escape that initial feeling.

It’s as if my consciousness is convinced that clouds are guardians or barriers against outer space.

(This puts a new spin on the whole “sky is falling” concept, doesn’t it?)

However, this particular view isn’t consistent because I get a related feeling of pseudo-anxiety when clouds are very close to the ground. (Here, I’m not talking about fog; I’m referring to when the bottom-most layer of clouds is still clearly visible.)

Anyway, in such circumstances, I feel like I’m being trapped and suffocated by the sky and the vast expanse of space behind it. (Of course here, the “sky is falling” concept applies perfectly.)

These are weird reactions, no doubt. I wonder if they are embedded into humankind’s natural psyche, because, as the Chicken Little character suggests, apparently I’m not alone in this regard.

["...in this regard"?! You used "regard" in a similar fashion two posts ago. Come on baby, mix it up!]

You’re right. I’ll try to avoid that in the future.

[Don't just try. Do!]

Okay, okay. I got it. This post is done.