Spoiler: I feel like shit

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Okay. I had a blog written out today discussing the grand topics of why my companies president is a superior douche bag and how that relates to the meaning of life. That discourse will have to wait for another day because, friends, I am dying. This is the bit where I complain, so skip ahead if you don’t enjoy hearing about the suffering of others. I woke up this morning with a sore throat, and was a wee bit worried. But I went on with my morning frenzy. Skip ahead a couple hours and my head is in my hands at work feeling like it had been sat on by pre-subway Jarod for 6 hours while I slept. The my whole body followed suite. I’ll drop the Jared simile now lest we get a little bit lewd here. The next step was chills. And all of this was before lunch!

But all of that crap aside. There’s two things that kept me going. One: the massive amount of apartment shopping I knew I had to do after work. And two: the thought of coming home to my freezing, lumpy couch bed that I wouldn’t even be able to open up till about midnight because of my night owl roommate. Yes. These are my treats in life friends: walking up 8 flights of stairs with 4 large bags of apartment necessities all while feeling lightheaded; being rabidly hungry, but not being able to choke down even water. Sometimes you just have to stop and realize how good you have it. Get a little perspective. Throw up a little. It’ll do you good friends.

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So for reasons that are to boring to go into here (mainly for myself, honestly) I’ve decided to offer up my blog in two formats. Written and spoken. If you’re browsing around the ol’ internets and a quick read is what you’re up for? Great. If you’re jetsetting and would prefer to hear my cat scratch in your ears? Great. Either or. No games, no gimmicks, no hurt feelings.

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First off, an obligatory thanks to Paul for starting this up. Then also to Fred, Dave, Angela, Lauren, Cass, Kevin, Paul, Kwok, Hudson… am I missing anyone? For keeping the list train going.

I’m a sort of Jack of all Trades, in that I have interests in a great many varied areas. This has made me reach that “point in my life” where I have to decide what I really want to do with my future about 4 or 5 times now. No matter what I decide, practical or extravagant, I always have a sinking feeling that I’m ignoring my true talent or calling, because for each of those things I can make an equally convincing argument.

Since I graduated high school I’ve moved 4 times in as many years. Seattle, Orlando, Chicago and now New York. I keep saying this city is the penultimate in the country so I’ll probably settle down for awhile, but catch me in two years and we’ll see about that.

I have been in love with New York since I was very, very young. I almost got to go on a trip with my mother after we watched “You got mail” together. I planned for weeks and then we never went.

I love fashion. Very, incredibly much. Not as in the big name haute couture… some I find fantastic, some incredibly bland and I truly despise seeing people following a big name whether or not it looks ridiculous. No no, I mean the true love of fashion as design, as art, as experimentation.

A designer was one of my potential career paths.

Fashion was the doorway into my love for Japan. I studied Japanese for two years and had planned to go there on my honeymoon.

I also studied German for 4 years. I love foreign languages.

I truly doubt I could speak coherently in either of the aforementioned languages. My memory is a fairly severe hindrance in my sad love. I’m convinced the only way for it to stick is immersion. And ohhhh that will happen. One of these days.

I grew up a mormon and while I decided I was atheist at the age of 13 I still get these sinking feelings whenever anything bad happens to me of, “What did I do to deserve this punishment?” I feel like I’ll never be able to shake that good old Christian guilt.

I am a happy person. I love comedy, I love silliness, I love being a happy person and I’ve found that while very rarely hold grudges and can get over most faults that a person may have being angry or being inconsiderate I cannot accustom myself to.

I will always, always go for the funny guy.

I love these lists. I always wish people new me better and in kind I wish I knew people better. I feel like we get so engrained into our daily grind facades that it’s rare to crack through the surface, but, as bolstered by the popularity of this list, I think I’m not the only one who feels this way. Crazy society.