People

It occurs to me that as much as I like to think that I don’t trust people, I’m disgustingly trusting.

Time and time again, I overestimate the connections that I have with people.  Probably a result of the great family I was raised in and great family friends over the years who provided a great example of good people.  As I look at the world though, I see a lot of screwed up people.

There is of course a trade off in this situation.  If you are more cautious of people, you can inadvertently miss out on good opportunities.  On the other hand, being too trusting can get you hurt.

I want to be the realist that I profess to be.  In the same way that being the “nice guy” seems to do wonders (please note the sarcasm) for my current relationship prospects, that nice guy status has not had a great effect recently.

In other news, I can’t shake this desire to be in Afghanistan with my unit rather than here….  I don’t know that desire is really the word.  I’m sure they’d think I was nuts if I said I wanted to be there, but still.  I feel like I almost stepped out on them by coming here, even though I’ve been gone over a year.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately.  Anyone who reads these things regularly knows that most of the time I just write for the sake of writing.

Michael

No Title

Isn’t that funny?  My title is “No Title” even though by putting that, it’s got a title!  It’s the little things in life you treasure.

I’m confused out of my mind right now.  As much as I wish there was an easy answer to everything, I know that there isn’t.  That doesn’t make it any easier to deal with though.  I don’t even know if I even really want the whole answer, just maybe a hint or something!  Is that so much to ask?

I honestly wish I didn’t care.  Is it wrong to think that life may just be easier if we didn’t long for social interaction, specifically of a more personal/intimate nature?

Just one of those days….

Michael

Stage 6: Intimacy versus Isolation

Erik Erikson presented a theory of psychosocial development wherein there are 8 stages.  In each stage there is a conflict that must be resolved in order to develop to the next stage.  That psychosocial conflict is the focus of that period in life.

I’d say it’s pretty safe to state at this point where I’m at.  I didn’t really realize that I had been in a relatively good mood until things changed.  I’m remaining purposefully vague, but nonetheless, it’s on my mind.  I know I’m still young and need to relax and not be so concerned about my future in the sense of a companion, but that doesn’t stop it from being something I think about.

My blog usually is concerned with my life here at West Point, but I thought it would be good to change it up a bit.

Michael

Don’t really have a title…

I just think it’s time for a blog.

I’m in chemistry right now, learning about titrations and stuff.  I basically know what’s going on.  It’s not even 7 am yet, and I’m already 20 minutes into my first class.  Ridiculous.  We have a compressed day today.  We started an hour early, we have 5 less minutes between classes, and finish all of our classes before lunch.  I was up until 1 am working on my math homework.  I’ve been spending way too much time on stuff for Plebe Parent Weekend, and it doesn’t help that when you send out important information people don’t even read it.

For the most part though, things are actually going well.  Things are complicated right now, but I know it’ll work out

Ok, I’m too tired to keep going.  That’s all for now.

Michael

Why don’t people make sense?

So, once again, the female race eludes me.

First point of this blog: apparently all of the “stay as friends” stuff is bunk.  Once  you feel that way about someone, it doesn’t really go backward.  So yeah, don’t believe it.  In fact, if anyone suggests that it might be true, bring them up on honor.

Second, are all guys controlling?  Someone deleted me on Myspace because their fiance wasn’t comfortable with the fact that we had dated and I had sent her a comment about a mutual friend’s wedding.  That just screams crazy to me.  Maybe I just don’t give a crap about things, but seriously?  It wasn’t even like I was saying anything related to her!  Another key fact of course being that I haven’t really talked to her since we decided to be “friends” some time after we broke up in a heat of aggression.

What is this world coming to?  It seems that the formula for success with women involves a dose of ass hole…

I don’t in any way mean to bad mouth this person.  He may very well be a great guy.  But why is it that I, apparently a great friend, good listener, well liked, etc., has no one?

ERROR, ERROR, DOES NOT COMPUTE, ERROR ERROR.

Alas, I didn’t have anything better to talk about.

I was elected as the S1/Secretary of the USMA Ham Radio Club today.  Hoo-ah!

President Bush is visiting tomorrow to talk to the Corps, so we have no classes! Yay!!

That’s all I’ve got.

Michael

My Life Story is the Obvious Inspiration for Today’s xkcd Comic

I got online this morning, and it being Friday, I went to my xkcd live bookmark to read the newest strip.  I was well reassured in my thought that the comic is designed for people like me when I saw the story of my personal life displayed:

Courtesy of xkcd.com

Michael