The Age of Jackasses

I know that I didn't complete the task which I set out to do, but I realized that some things were too private to be online and I just couldn't do that anymore. Maybe I'll get a new blog and call it
"365" or something, but for now, I'm just going to write when I feel inspired.

I went to Blacksburg again this weekend to visit Alexandra. The idea came to me Thursday afternoon and early Friday afternoon, I showed up... no, it was not a surprise. Sometimes it's good to exercise control over when you want surprise people because it's not always a welcome surprise... let's be for real. First, let me make a quick shout out, Friday night we went out and I ran into Lauren DiBernardo, a girl I spent most family vacations with for a couple years there. My godfather used to date her mom and so we were really close--the last time I saw her was right after my high school graduation party. It was great to see her!

Anyway, this weekend was good for me in a lot of ways. I found the missing pieces I needed, if you will. Alexandra probably has no idea what I'm talking about here, but I didn't realize them until I was on my way home this morning. While we were out on Friday, this army guy came up to talk to Alex and I. Cutie? Yes, but he had really small hands which are about the first thing I notice and it grosses me out when a guy has small hands. He makes up for it with his big talk. Immediately after we made our introductions, he started asking Alex and I the basic questions, such as where we're from, and then he started asking about our political views. Now Al is pretty left and I'm pretty right. I used to consider myself very conservative, but that has loosened up over the past year or so just because I've started to see the gray areas. Not everything is black and white. I've decided I'm independent with Conservative Republican tendencies because it depends on the candidate. So, Army dude Luke started picking a fight with Alex about her politics. I'm not going to get into details here, but being me, I was like, "Can't we talk about something a little less disagreeable like our favorite colors?" Alex was getting pissed and I just wanted the dude to shut his mouth. Things escalated and Alex was so flabbergasted and put off that she got up to leave. Then, douche-bag Luke decided he would glory in what he considered a "political win" and proceeded to belittle all liberals. First of all, you don't mess with my friends. Secondly, it's people like him that give people like me a bad name. Thanks, jackass.

Anyway, after Alex left, I ended up getting in a fight with him about how ineffective he was in getting his point across. He resorted to inappropriate slang, offensive terms, and sexual innuendos to get his point across and yeah, like that's a way to win a liberal over. I don't know why I even wasted my time, honestly. He was nothing to me, but I guess I was just so sick of jackasses trying to act like they could care less about everyone else. I kept trying to make him see that when it comes to debates, it all comes in the delivery, especially for girls. I hate to say it, but it's true. When you scream at a girl, YOU WILL NEVER GET ANYWHERE. SHE WILL NOT TAKE IT. He said he could care less about any liberals because they are the scum of American society. Again, why did I bother? Jackasses don't change. They just don't. Girls like to think that maybe someday this hot and bothered ass face is going to turn out to be a nice guy, but he never does. He went on to say that liberals only lead with their hearts and it's your head that should lead. I said the head's great, but there are shades of gray in every situation and if you put yourself in another person's shoes for a split second, your opinion may start to change. His reply was, "I don't care."

That was my queue to go. It just hit me right then and there that a jackass won't change. I was actually disappointed that he was putting his life on the line and serving our country in the Army Special Ops just because of his attitude towards half our country. Sure, I wish that there weren't so many libs so I could get the President I voted for in office, but liberal is an extreme term and I'm supportive of our President despite his party.

So, needless to say, I'm not wasting any more of my time talking to guys like that. It sucks that it's how most Army guys are, but I haven't met one yet who has been even remotely compassionate, emitting even basic human emotions. See, I'm still mad! I just couldn't believe that someone could say the things he said to Alexandra and be able to sleep at night. I won't take it ever. There's something to be said for the affective conversationalist. My rant's over. Don't take the good guys for granted because they're actually compassionate enough to care.

Moving right along, since the start of this semester, Marius has been telling me out of nowhere that I always "butter up the truth." The first couple of times he said that to me, I was like, "no I don't. What are you talking about?" He was like, "you always make things seem much better than they really are..." On my ride back to Chapel Hill from Blacksburg today I realized that he was completely right. I don't know if it's because it helps me sleep at night to think that things are way better than they seem or that I focus solely on the really good moments so that I forget about the not-so-good. Whatever the case, I do it and so then I texted him to tell him that I wasn't above admitting that he was right. It's just that sometimes the truth hurts... It's like giving a dog a pill and expecting her to be able to swallow it. You have to throw a little peanut butter on the pill, or wrap it in some meat or cheese, to get her to take her medicine. I'm all about the delivery, even when it comes to my own memories and feelings, so I do, I butter up the truth. But I just don't know how to be direct without some "feeler" words behind it.

I'm such a girl.