After fighting with procrastination, I finally arrive to a decision. I will start writing now. My computer is fired up and a blank page of Microsoft Word is open. Nothing can stop me now.
So, what do we want to write about today? Hmmm…
While brainstorming ideas my eye catches a teeny little fly dancing in the air around me. The impulse to get up and kill the critter is suppressed immediately.
Just ignore him, we still don’t have an idea for today.
Ideas start juggling around in my brain. Everything from laser beans to potential random encounters stories. The flight path of the fly seemingly gets closer and closer. The fly displays an impressive range of aerial acrobatics: corkscrew, figure 8, loop-de-loop. He’s clearly well trained. Not a single character typed on my screen yet.
I snagged an idea from the brain pond and ran with it. My fingers moved rhythmically as I created this blog post.
Now we’re getting somewhere!
With my concentration at a peak state nothing could distract me.
Alright yeah that sounds funny right? Okay and add a pun.
Another paragraph in. All pistons firing forward! Suddenly the unmistakable sound of insect wings drilling though air swooshes past my left ear. This goddamn fly is asking for death!
Barry, ignore the fly! We’re so close!
The fly would not be ignored. If you examined the fly’s background you would understand his persistence. This fly grew up the youngest of dozens of siblings and his parents never acknowledged him. No one at work ever this fly the credit he deserved. At his Fly School reunion, none of his classmates remembered his name. After a lifetime of being ignored this fly refused to tolerate it any longer! For reasons unknown he choose to bother me. His pent up rage culminated into an assault on my face.
Enough is enough!
I shoved my chair back and began madly swatting at this fly. His advanced aerial maneuvering and tiny size made it difficult to land a hit. Twenty minutes of struggling went by before I finally conceited to the fly. Before leaving the kitchen I shut the laptop lid closed. All motivation to complete that story left with me.
I really hate flies – Barry
As many of you know, I recently became the newest member of a secret society (The Initiation). A few weeks of gone by since I’ve heard anything for them. My paperwork must be in the processing stages. Before becoming a full fledged secret organization member I have some questions for the first meeting:
- Is there a new member orientation?
- Do we get training manuals?
- Are there membership fees?
- Do we get cool uniforms or just robes?
- Also, where can I buy a robe?
- If no robes, can we get matching t-shirts? We could secretly match.
- How secret is this secret organization? Can I put it on my resume? Can I induct friends? Do I get bonus points for recruiting more people? Wait, why are we secret?
- Why do tiny sandwiches have toothpicks in them? Can we get rid of the toothpicks? Do people still use toothpicks? Toothpicks are kinda nasty and accidentally prick myself all the time.
- Okay, last question: Do we get cool nicknames? Can I be “Spicy blue” or something like that?
I’m not picky, but “Spicy blue” is a pretty cool nickname. – Barry
No one would call me a relationship expert. In fact, no one would call me. Despite this, there is one piece of advice of relationship advice I feel confident giving:
Don’t be a placeholder.
Barry, what in the world do you mean?
A placeholder is an object that is occupies a space until something better can replace it. It is a temporary solution. A relationship placeholder is the same thing, but with a person. The relationship is condemned to fail because there is no emotional investment at stake.
I would never be a placeholder for someone else.
Chronic loneliness can drive people into these types of relationships reluctantly. It is easy to justify being in this arrangement too. The three pseudo relationships I’ve fallen into were filled with thoughts like: Maybe this will actually work out, she’ll see how great I am eventually, we’re so good for each other. Although I reassured myself with these thoughts while never fully believing them.
Okayyy, I still don’t see what the big deal is.
A relationship where you serve as a placeholder will erode your self-esteem and self-respect over time. In the beginning every will thing feel fine. You may even think, being a placeholder is better than being alone! The problems won’t arise until your partner stops fulfilling your needs. In my case, it has always led blatant emotional manipulation. If you decided to stick it out like I did you will accumulate resentment, bitterness, low self-worth, anger and eventually loneliness. The loneliness comes when you refuse to be used any longer. Luckily, loneliness is the better option.
Don’t be a placeholder – Barry
Warm streams of water jetted out the showerhead on my filthy bare body. Purification by water, also known as “showering”, cleansed both skin and soul. Isn’t it strange how simple experiences can feel so enlightening?
This is heaven!
Ten minutes goes by before I force myself out of the purification chamber, also known as a “shower stall”, before grabbing my drying apparatus. I partially dried myself then transformed the towel into makeshift skirt to hide my junk. While leaving the Men’s restroom I formulated my day plans.
Okay, just need to head back to my dorm. Maybe sleep some more, do homework, take a nap, finish up a season of How I Met Your Mother, sleep some more. Yeah, that sounds like a solid Sunday plan.
My shower shoes squeaked loudly as I waddled back to dorm. I was six feet away from my door when- Continue reading
Emotional intelligence grants us access to a hidden layer of the world around us. Humans use logic, but are creatures of great emotion. Understanding the role of emotions allows for better navigation through life. This increased awareness comes with side effects also.
Increased Emotional Stimulus
Greater emotional intelligence leads to high sensitivity to the emotional states of others. You will start noticing things that previously went unnoticed. When meeting new people, I immediately get a sense of what their insecurities are. Without thinking I begin dissecting the true nature of people’s relationships. I can see their stored resentments or unfulfilled needs. My personal experiences with codependency have me wired to avoid anyone who exhibits traits of a manipulator. This additional stimulus can be overwhelming at times.
The temptation to meddle in the lives of others grows once you exposed to the true nature of human relationships. One can drive themselves crazy watching others fumble with their emotional problems. Just remember that unsolicited interference will not help others. People must struggle before they can learn.
The only way to tame these side effects is through acceptance. Accept other people for their strengths and struggles. Do not try to force your opinions or good ideas on them. Avoid falling into that “I know what’s best” mindset. Let them be and educate by example.
I love you – Barry
“Uggggggh shut up”
*BEEEP* *BEEEEEEP* *BEEP*
“Fine! I’ll wake up!”
A crawled out of bed to swipe shut off my phone alarm. Only fifteen minutes till Intro to Business class starts. I hated that class. Sorry let me rephrase that: I HATED that class. Yes, I was still a business major back then. I loved the content in the course. My professor? Not all that much.
I’m soo tired. Maybe I should skip? Just this once.
No. The professor already dislikes you. Don’t give her more reasons.
*Eye roll* Fine. I’ll be a good student, so annoying.
I waited for my roommate Austin and together we trekked uphill from Elwell to Sutliff hall. I set my things down at my desk and Austin plopped down in the sit behind me. Exhaustion continued to pull on my sleep strings.
You can do this! It’s only 50 minutes.
I clung to this thought and whispered, “I got this. Only 50 minutes.”
Austin somehow overheard, “You said something?”
“Hm, me? Nope.”
It’s only 50 minutes. It’s only 50 minutes.
Professor Star stood front in center to address the class:
“Welcome back students. Today I want you to show two short videos related to the topics of Marketing and Branding that we have been discussing in previous class. After each video discuss what you found important or interesting in groups of three”
Videos? Oh no. Continue reading
Whenever I have the misfortune to arrive upon a food spill my heartbreaks. Today a perfectly good bacon cheeseburger lay splattered on the curbside. A classic hit and run case. Ketchup oozing in an unsightly manner as fly feast on the carcass. The perpetrator failed to dispose of the evidence. That innocent burger laid there abandoned, just warm enough to let the bacon scent joyously dance in my nostrils. Unfortunately, no will enjoy that calorie-busting death wish. No one will sink their teeth into the warm sesame sprinkled bun. No one will revel in that playpen of savory flavors. It is lost to eternity. Nature will carry away that delicious dream into fast food heaven. Do all hot dogs go to heaven? Do neglected ice cream cones ride the eternal banana boat into Valhalla? Do fallen funnel cakes ascend to the big carnival in the sky? Will justice be served (with pickles)?
One can only hope – Barry
We were just two dumbass kids who collided on the intersection of loneliness and melancholy. The crash brought the beautiful tragedy of romance. I enjoyed bleeding into her wounds for a time. Eventually we had to decide on the way to go. In the night, she fled without a whisper. There she goes driving away with my heart. There she goes.
Last week marked my first day as a Grad student! The weeks leading up to then were extremely boring. I was itching to get started. My excitement eagerly pushed me to leave an hour early for class.
Okay. It’s five and class starts at six. Better get there early to survey the landscape and pick a good spot.
The entire walk uphill to Sutliff I devised and revised my master seating plan. I arrived at 5:11pm to a room filled with computers. Two girls chatted while I got myself settled down in a desk chair.
Is someone talking to me? Continue reading
Alright let’s be real for a sec.
Everyone knows a person that believes we are their best friend. From our perspective, this is an audacious claim. We barely know you and may not like you. A decent person doesn’t say this out loud though. Instead we resort to playing social tango. Our interactions with them feel painfully insincere. We entertain their invitations and tolerate their presence.
Here are my questions:
How do you approach a situation like this in a compassionate way? Is it wrong to misled someone about your feelings toward the relationship? Should we give this person a chance if our dislike comes from superficial reasons?
Any advice is greatly appreciated – Barry
*vrrrr* *vrrr* NEW MESSAGE – Cecelia: Hey are you awake?
Me: Hey, I was asleep but I’m awake now. What’s up?
Cecelia: I needed you for something, but nvm! I took care of it 🙂
Me: Alright haha. Proud of you 🙂 See ya tomorrow, goodnight!
Next day mid-afternoon
Welcome to the most boring day in the universe. The weather was exceedingly normal. Not hot and not cold. Nothing interesting on Facebook, Insta, or Snapchat. Students remained strangely quiet on the way to class. What is going on?
I guess today is just one of those days.
I followed the stone walkway that wrapped around and upwards to the Student Service Center instead of the stairs. Still boring. I trudged along at a snail like pace.
From the shadows of my peripheral I saw Sam sprinting in my direction. I think Sam lived on the floor above mine. His eyes reeked of fear.
“Hey Patrick! Your girlfriend is crazy! She tried to kill me!” Continue reading
Here’s a spoken word version of the poem Hometown – Barry
Keep your insecurities quarantined from my ambition.
Lest they containment my indominable will.
Keep your desperation secluded away from my rendition.
These are my dreams, not yours to kill.
Here is an audio discussion of what love is not. – Barry
By Barry of NotReal News
Silicon Valley buzzes with speculation this week as Facebook founder and CEO Mark Zuckerberg announces a new social media platform: Rantbox. In an interview with tech reporters Zuckerberg said this:
“Well, we were looking at the core demographic of Facebook and how people use this amazing social network. While most people use Facebook to connect we stumbled upon an interesting niche: Facebook Ranters.”
Zuckerberg says observing the growing numbers of Facebook Ranters is what inspired his development team to pursue the Rantbox project.
“There’s this growing need for people to mindlessly spew their opinions online. Our studies surrounding this phenomenon revealed three key findings. First off, we discovered rants on Facebook suck. No one wants to read them and they accomplish nothing. Next, we found that there is a diverse range of Facebook ranters. Categories range from “Expert” Political Scientists, Job Complainers, Not-funny Jokesters, Trolls, Keyboard Warriors, and Computer Screen Activists. Rantbox provides us a great opportunity to move these individuals off of Facebook.”
Rantbox certainly has big ambitions to revolutionize online interactions. Many people remain skeptical of the idea for the new platform. I asked how Zuckerberg handled criticisms around the idea.
“Yeah a lot of people are uncertain about it [Rantbox] right now. Ironically, news about Rantbox spurred several thousand Facebook rants about Rantbox. I see that as confirmation that we need this now more ever.”
Rantbox is set to release in 2117 – Barry