Okay, first things first. Let's resolve a couple things. In the last few months of my blogging I've had comments come back to me about people concerned about what I'm saying, think I'm depressed, a whiner, attention seeking, etc etc. Also, comments come to me from people reading WAY too much into what I'm writing. I'm almost bugged that I have to explain this. For example when I jokingly put a paragraph about my fake happenings in life, I felt obliged to explain that I wasn't trying to be depressing and what not. Other things said to me recently were that I sound like I'm all dating and marriage obsessed. BAH!This blog is just my thoughts for the moment. I talk about what's going on in my life. I talk about things that pop into my head. The End. That's it. I mean, the reason I talk about things like dating, trials, or how things are in Provo is because that's what people are always asking me about. So I figure, why not post it here and save a few questions? To me it's like that's what people want to read about or hear about from me is how my dating life is going. Yet when I blog about it, people all take it the wrong way.
So to set the record straight;
1. I'm not dating or marriage obsessed.
2. I'm not depressed, sad or anything like that. I'm actually quite content and pleased with life at the moment, and have been for some time now.
3. No, I'm not trying to add extra meaning to my blogs or hint that I'm in desperate need of attention. I start to feel like John Lennon when people were looking into deep meanings of his songs. He got so fed up with it that he wrote the song "I Am The Walrus" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nnpil_pRUiw&feature=related) and said something along the lines of, "Ha! Let's see what they make of that."
So NYEH! By all means, keep reading my blog, I'm flattered that you do, just keep those three things in mind.
To break from tradition, I'll just leave a quick update and finish. I ate a bowl of Golden Grahams today. Also, I play Duke Frederick in a scene I'm doing. Also, it turns out, my room smells like dusty cardboard. Lastly, my roommate likes to build trains in the front room.
The End.
Ha ha, in sophomore honors English with Mrs. King (were you in the class?) she made us analyze "I am the Walrus" for meaning and I told her that her class was stupid and there was no meaning. I'm so glad that I was right!
ReplyDeleteI'm not worried about you. I know that everyone else in Provo can be marriage obsessed and it can be contagious. But as they said in conference, it does need attention.
ReplyDeleteP.S. People will always ask about your dating life until you're married. Then they ask about when you'll have kids. When you have kids, they ask when you'll have another. Just get used to it now that people always want the scoop and are never satisfied when you give it.
And your roommate builds trains? Yeah, weird.