Where to start, where to start....

Okay, let's start with one thing at a time.

The Hobbit.

Actually, no.

I was watching this TV show the other day from the 90's (Boy Meets World) and it had this part in it where the husband was irritated because his wife refused to accuse him of cheating on her (thus implying that he wasn't a desirable man and that she was merely stuck with him rather than worried about him ever leaving her).

Seriously. What is the deal with the male ego? I swear, sometimes they're more sensitive than girls (but in a different way of course....heaven forbid that statement offend anyone). 

One constant, throughout the ages, has been this idea of a man.

Some Australian Aborigines have a rite of passage into manhood which consists of circumcision....once the boy is 15 or 16. If he goes through this without showing any signs of pain, he is considered then a man. In the Jewish religion, a boy is viewed as a man after he goes through a Bar Mitzvah, generally at the age of 13. After this, he is considered an adult. In America, the turning point for a man is generally graduation. Highschool is, supposedly, a time during which you grow into the person you are going to be and graduation is the start of who you will become. In medieval times, a man was considered such once he had gone out lain with a woman all night. (For those of you out there who didn't get that, he had to have sex in order to be a man. Sound familiar?) For Native American cultures, there is the vision quest. For most Aborigines, there is the walkabout.

So what is a man? What, at it's core, makes a man...well, a man? 

Well, this is probably the best thing I've ever heard on the subject, so I'll leave you with this.

"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good. That honour, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money...money and power mean nothing. That good always triumphs over evil. And I want you to remember this...that love...true love never dies! Remember that boy...remember that. Doesn't matter if it is true or not, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in...got that?" 

It's too easy to be so focused on the question that you miss the answer. Think about it. Whenever you have a problem, how many times do you actually look back and remember the answer you got without thinking about it? How much more often do you remember what exactly it took to solve that problem? It's funny how the human mind works. One minute, all it wants is an answer, a solution. The next, it has the solution and it goes off just looking for another problem! Good gracious…

This is all.

Why is it that, when someone tells you, "Everything happens for a reason," you want to hit that sympathetic person? Sure, maybe everything seems to come together like a giant, multi-trillion piece puzzle in the end, but it's easy to believe that pieces are missing to the puzzle while it's still being put together-especially if you can't find all the end pieces.

Being as I've never quite been a big fan of puzzles (pieces were always missing or they didn't fit where I just knew that they must fit....for frustration's sake), that picture sucks. It's always so much easier to throw the puzzle pieces in the air, then look at them with a strange-twisted kind of satisfaction. That'll teach 'em.

I know that, in a week or two, I'll turn around and think, "Boy, what an idiot..." and immediately erase that frustrated person from my memory. That does not, however, stop the idiot from acting in such a manner in the first place.

Then again, a week or two after the brilliant, "Iwassuchanidiot...HA" revelation, I'll be in the same place again.

It's like going in circles and circles with the same track, same obstacles, same roadbumps. The only thing that changes is the scenery.

I think I finally figured out why people hate Nascar.

Forgive me! I just realized that you, oh strange wanderer, may have no idea why you are here or why you wish to look at these particular pieces of writings.

Weeeellll....let's just say that you have a curious mind and an adventuring spirit.

The point is there is no point. These are the random ramblings and musings of someone sick of having them in her head. I have a tendency to wake up in the morning and start narrating on a subject (kind of like in a movie when you hear a voice start randomly bringing words of wisdom in for no specific reason) and this seemed like a good place to put them.

Do not expect words of wisdom.

I have a tendency to offend people, provoke debates, etc. so if you hate something I said, by all means tell me. Really, honestly, truly...I want to hear it.

And if you enjoyed it, well, I'd love to hear that too!

So long, farewell, adieu!

Wait, the French aren't all that interesting....

Well, as the American's say,

Bye!