When I became a man, I put away childish things.
Is my life changing?
Of course it's changing. I just started a new job (I'd even call it a career) and I'm getting more comfortable as each day ticks by. (By the way, this is not a diary so I'm not going to sit here for paragraphs on end explaining how it is, but rather how it's affecting my life.) It's weird to say, but I like insurance. I think I like being on the inside of something that nearly rules the world. Besides Wal-Mart and Microsoft... and Starbucks [which, when you think about it, is a mixture of the two].) I think it's a safe assumption that I have a power complex of some sort. Not in everything. As a matter of fact, there are definitely certain things in which I prefer being controlled. However, I like being a leader, or just knowing that I have something others don't. I'm a very shallow person. I watched a movie called Buying the Cow yesterday, and it's based on the good ol' saying "Why buy the cow if you can have the milk for free?" i.e. Why get married when you're in a sexually active relationship? Let me tell you why. Milk is never free. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, in life is free. Do not believe anything anyone tells you; it's not free. When I lived in Norman, there were fliers all over campus about this free small pizza you could get from Papa John's, right? Well we went, and guess what. Not free. You had to sign a blood contract with Satan (Citi Financial) and then you got a free pizza. Are there loopholes? Sure. I gave them completely wrong information on that application for my soul and I got a free pizza. I pity the fool whose address I put on there. They're most likely going to hell now because they are bound by contract to give Satan their soul.
Is my life changing?
No. There was a spike in my religious life recently, but it fizzled out. I don't want to sound completely like Christian, but I think there's some serious spiritual warfare going on. Now, I'm going to use this example, but don't think that I'm a terrible person. Even though I am. So God has totally had my back lately. I did really well in the interview process for this new job that can and most likely will change a lot of things in my life for the better. I've been feeling a lot better. A lot of miscellaneous good things have happened. However, I'd have to say that in this spiritual war, the Axis powers would have to be my family. Most of my family, that is. I don't think that they do it intentionally or anything, but it happens. It seems like if I'm having a good day or something is really going my way, they have to ruin it. Whether it's Nan being mad at me because I won't move in with her so she can stay in that house, or Joe being mad at me because I won't move in with Nan because he got himself into a big mess and I won't get him out of it, or my mother calling me on the second day of my brand new awesome job yelling at me. I'll come back to that at a later date, possibly. Anywho, I think that God is trying to change my life in a good way right now and I think that (again, using the Spiritual Warfare thing) the devil is trying to bring me down through my family or something. I don't know, it's just a theory. I've asked myself the question "It's just little ol' me, why would God or the devil care?" but I'm always brought back to Christian telling me that I'm important to something. He won't tell me what it is though. Heh. Maybe I just think too much.
Now, any normal person would shrug that off and realize that he's thinking too much. Not me. I have recently developed an interest (nearing obsession) with The Old Country, that is, Ireland. It started a few months ago, wondering what it would be like to live in Ireland. Then I started looking it up and researching things and how the weather was and such. Then I heard this song about going "Down to the Old Pub Instead" and it's an Irish song and I like it a lot. Then, the kicker: The Hartford (my current employer) has a location in Ireland. Of all the places in the world, Ireland is one of them. Maybe this isn't all just a coincidence. I've wanted to get away from Oklahoma before, but now it's reaching into wanting to get away from my family, get away from most of the things I have here. Like I said, I probably just think too much. Oh, and my family will be reading this, and I want you all to know that I love you, I just can't stand you sometimes. And that's okay.
One thing I would like to point out right now is that I have an outstanding relationship with my little brother and it honestly makes me happy. And who'd a'thunk that I would be getting along with my little brother more than I'm getting along with Nan? Crazy.
Is my life changing?
All the time.
Never.
Well, I'm ending this here. My mission statement for this blog is to not make it so mundane that it becomes a diary. I don't want a diary. Diaries (Livejournals) are things that you look back on in the future and be like "oh, look how SILLY I was, I can't believe I made out with so and so in the pool!" (Don't ask me where that came from) I want this to be a JOURNAL... or something. I have an example: Famous people have blogs. They don't talk about what they did today or anything, they write about what's going on in their heads. (Some of them.) And of course they're celebrities and people want to know what's going on every day of their lives. I want to provide my readers with maybe a smile on their face because they agree with a view I have on something, or feeling like they're maybe just a little more intelligent after reading it. I definitely do not want to leave people less intelligent; God knows we have enough unintelligence in this world to fill a planet. That's right, we have enough of something non-corporeal to materialize an entire planet.
Until next time,
Ryan J. Schwimmer
Of course it's changing. I just started a new job (I'd even call it a career) and I'm getting more comfortable as each day ticks by. (By the way, this is not a diary so I'm not going to sit here for paragraphs on end explaining how it is, but rather how it's affecting my life.) It's weird to say, but I like insurance. I think I like being on the inside of something that nearly rules the world. Besides Wal-Mart and Microsoft... and Starbucks [which, when you think about it, is a mixture of the two].) I think it's a safe assumption that I have a power complex of some sort. Not in everything. As a matter of fact, there are definitely certain things in which I prefer being controlled. However, I like being a leader, or just knowing that I have something others don't. I'm a very shallow person. I watched a movie called Buying the Cow yesterday, and it's based on the good ol' saying "Why buy the cow if you can have the milk for free?" i.e. Why get married when you're in a sexually active relationship? Let me tell you why. Milk is never free. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, in life is free. Do not believe anything anyone tells you; it's not free. When I lived in Norman, there were fliers all over campus about this free small pizza you could get from Papa John's, right? Well we went, and guess what. Not free. You had to sign a blood contract with Satan (Citi Financial) and then you got a free pizza. Are there loopholes? Sure. I gave them completely wrong information on that application for my soul and I got a free pizza. I pity the fool whose address I put on there. They're most likely going to hell now because they are bound by contract to give Satan their soul.
Is my life changing?
No. There was a spike in my religious life recently, but it fizzled out. I don't want to sound completely like Christian, but I think there's some serious spiritual warfare going on. Now, I'm going to use this example, but don't think that I'm a terrible person. Even though I am. So God has totally had my back lately. I did really well in the interview process for this new job that can and most likely will change a lot of things in my life for the better. I've been feeling a lot better. A lot of miscellaneous good things have happened. However, I'd have to say that in this spiritual war, the Axis powers would have to be my family. Most of my family, that is. I don't think that they do it intentionally or anything, but it happens. It seems like if I'm having a good day or something is really going my way, they have to ruin it. Whether it's Nan being mad at me because I won't move in with her so she can stay in that house, or Joe being mad at me because I won't move in with Nan because he got himself into a big mess and I won't get him out of it, or my mother calling me on the second day of my brand new awesome job yelling at me. I'll come back to that at a later date, possibly. Anywho, I think that God is trying to change my life in a good way right now and I think that (again, using the Spiritual Warfare thing) the devil is trying to bring me down through my family or something. I don't know, it's just a theory. I've asked myself the question "It's just little ol' me, why would God or the devil care?" but I'm always brought back to Christian telling me that I'm important to something. He won't tell me what it is though. Heh. Maybe I just think too much.
Now, any normal person would shrug that off and realize that he's thinking too much. Not me. I have recently developed an interest (nearing obsession) with The Old Country, that is, Ireland. It started a few months ago, wondering what it would be like to live in Ireland. Then I started looking it up and researching things and how the weather was and such. Then I heard this song about going "Down to the Old Pub Instead" and it's an Irish song and I like it a lot. Then, the kicker: The Hartford (my current employer) has a location in Ireland. Of all the places in the world, Ireland is one of them. Maybe this isn't all just a coincidence. I've wanted to get away from Oklahoma before, but now it's reaching into wanting to get away from my family, get away from most of the things I have here. Like I said, I probably just think too much. Oh, and my family will be reading this, and I want you all to know that I love you, I just can't stand you sometimes. And that's okay.
One thing I would like to point out right now is that I have an outstanding relationship with my little brother and it honestly makes me happy. And who'd a'thunk that I would be getting along with my little brother more than I'm getting along with Nan? Crazy.
Is my life changing?
All the time.
Never.
Well, I'm ending this here. My mission statement for this blog is to not make it so mundane that it becomes a diary. I don't want a diary. Diaries (Livejournals) are things that you look back on in the future and be like "oh, look how SILLY I was, I can't believe I made out with so and so in the pool!" (Don't ask me where that came from) I want this to be a JOURNAL... or something. I have an example: Famous people have blogs. They don't talk about what they did today or anything, they write about what's going on in their heads. (Some of them.) And of course they're celebrities and people want to know what's going on every day of their lives. I want to provide my readers with maybe a smile on their face because they agree with a view I have on something, or feeling like they're maybe just a little more intelligent after reading it. I definitely do not want to leave people less intelligent; God knows we have enough unintelligence in this world to fill a planet. That's right, we have enough of something non-corporeal to materialize an entire planet.
Until next time,
Ryan J. Schwimmer
~ Mallrats
I agree with the whole diary and journal thing.
dude. Good first post.