I'm Jay. I am a drummer. I'm a Burner. I’m a Whovian, a Nerdfighter, a Browncoat and a college student. I drive a pickup truck named Melanie, short for the Millennium Thundercougarfalconbird. I play video games, sometimes write about them, and I watch unnecessary amount of television and movies on Netflix. My askbox is always open, so feel free to stop in and say hello!My Face Ask me anything Submit
What with a new (hopefully) full-time job, along with school and everything else, I’ve come to realize just how pointless Tumblr (and all social media, really) is. With that in mind, I don’t think I’ll be using this account very much anymore. The only times I’ve logged on recently seem to be to check up on people who don’t care about me anymore, which isn’t healthy in the slightest. Plus it only serves to make me more frustrated, which is something I’ve been meaning to work on for a while. Maybe that’s the last thing I need to fix before I can finally start my life.
And that’s really all I have to say about that. Tumblr isn’t healthy, the way most people use it, at least. I for one, have a life worth living. I’m not going to let a website filled with people I will never meet change that for the worse.
And so we go.
Hello, yes, I’m just the slightly crazy person with the worry hat upon his head, going through one of the worst headaches ever, and having an internal realization about the human condition. Ugh. I hurt everywhere. And only partially because of work now.
- (Our Japanese restaurant is near a school that annually hosts an anime convention. So, it’s fairly common to have cosplayers among our customers at the time of the con. The owner is okay with it as long as they don’t annoy the other customers. On this day, we seat twelve cosplayers and, later, I seat three young customers near them.)
- Young Customer #1: “What is this? Why are those guys costumed?”
- Me: “Oh, there’s a large anime convention ongoing at the local school. It’s rather common to see them at the times of the gathering.”
- Young Customer #1: *chuckles* “Yeah, what a bunch of dorks.”
- Young Customer #2: “Total nerds.”
- (Since there are no other free tables and they didn’t pre-order a table, they sit near the cosplayers while mocking them under their breath. In the meantime, a cosplayer of Pikachu is talking somewhat loudly on his phone.)
- Young Customer #2: *waves at me* “Hey, you! Tell those dorks to shut up!”
- Halo Cosplayer: “Oh, I’m sorry, sir.” *to ‘Pikachu’* “Dude, not so loud. You’re bothering people.”
- Pikachu Cosplayer: “What? Oh, sorry to bother you guys.” *starts talking again, but much quieter*
- Young Customer #3: “Yeah, that’s right. Shut up, you virgin nerd!”
- Young Customer #1: “Go back to the library, virgins!”
- (At this point, I warn the owner about the behavior of the younger customers. He immediately goes to their table.)
- Owner: “What seems to be the problem?”
- Young Customer #1: “It’s not our fault. Those nerds started to insult us! We’re not going to stay here and do nothing!”
- Owner: “My staff told me the contrary, actually.”
- Young Customer #3: “What?! That b***h waitress is lying!”
- Owner: “Sir, I won’t allow you to insult my staff or customers. Those cosplayers were extremely polite and quiet during their meals, unlike you. If someone must be thrown out, it’s you.”
- (In the blink of an eye, one of the young customers gets up and tries to grab the owner. However, to our surprise, one of the cosplayers playing Batman grabs him by the hair, slams him on the table and holds him still.)
- Young Customer #1: “OW! That f***ing hurts! Who the f*** do you think you are, you motherf***er?!”
- Batman Cosplayer: *in a raspy tone* “I am vengeance. I am the night. I am… Batman.”
- (The two other customers begin to yell, but quickly shut up when all the cosplayers get up and surround them, showing that most of them are clearly larger than them. The mall security arrests the bad customers, and the cosplayers leave after apologizing for the trouble. However, it’s not before we snap a picture with them. Now, we frequently joke about that time when Batman, Pikachu and Master Chief saved the restaurant!)
Awesome new job is awesome.
And so will Warped Tour be on Saturday! Come for Reel Big Fish and MC Lars, stay for everyone else.
You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes. Rosemarie Urquico (via delicateswans)