Could you take your shoes off please? I know my house is a dump, but let me pretend.

I spend most of my day judging. Typically I'm judging myself, but I don't hesitate to judge others. In retro[intro]spect (I think I just made up a new word!) I don't like this about myself (and now I'm judging myself again). However, the one judgment I hold on others that I don't seem to feel too bad about is a person's lack of self degradation. I hate ego. It's annoying. I don't mean to say we should all take up some sort of ho-hum Eeyore lifestyle that revolves around conversations of who feel… Continue

I gave it a shot. I guess I don't have the resources to sustain another [perfect] human in my life. It's apparent that I have fallen victim to my hypothesised "emotionally disposable culture."

I was seeing someone for around three months. Another single parent and in pretty much the same socioeconomic status; there was nothing to run from except the relationship itself. I relate it to winning the lottery and deciding to forfeit the winnings to somebody more deserving, because I wasn't in a posi… Continue

This is what my four-year-old tells me tonight as I tuck her asthmatic little frame into my body. Of course she didn't just come out and say this as a matter of fact. We were talking about how I would be her Dad forever and she asked if I would be her Dad when I was a Grandpa and I said, "I won't be a Grandpa unless you or your brother has a baby." Whether or not that was the correct response is unimportant, what I loved is why she didn't want to have kids: "I don't want to cook all the t… Continue

I had pretty much concluded that life is for the most part random. I believe in something greater (lets skip the details), but what is a life if you can't live it. Meaning, we choose our path because free will coupled with divine intervention would be paradoxical.

I've never been one to look for a great meaning in things because of this. I see every moment as a learning opportunity and if you don't look for that spec of truth, then you are doomed to repeat it; signs are what I thought we… Continue

I just chickened out here and I can't write what I really want to. What I can say is that we all have our vices and sometimes those vices can bring you down more than you actually deserve. Don't worry america, I'm not a david duchovny nor am I a raging alcoholic, but rather, I'm just not on target. What I wish for myself; this is my vice. Nonetheless, I keep whispering my montra.