A Sort of Homecoming

It's 23:23 of December 5th, a Monday night. I'm tweaking out hardcore from drinking my very first Monster energy drink, and it is without doubt the most disgusting thing that has ever putrefied my tongue ever ever. I'm drinking this terrible sludge because I need to pull an all-nighter in order to finish my work on time, which is fine, it's just that I've never done that before.

I realize I haven't written anything in over 3 weeks, which is my longest unannounced hiatus ever. This is bad for a number of reasons.

1. I am going to be a writer for a career. That means I need to write as much as possible.
2. I use writing to unwind and decompress-- I haven't been able to do that for the past 3 weeks.
3. I got my 6,000th view and WASN'T THERE TO SEE IT.
4. You all want to know everything about me! Right? .... Right?

So, I'm treating this post as a sort of return, a reincarnation-- a sort of homecoming. I'm just going to be listing a few things that have been going on with me, and tomorrow (if I get a chance-- if not, later this week) I'll give you the second section to my music suggestion series, Sharing is Caring.

First and foremost, I got a girlfriend. Weird, I know-- I didn't think I had it in me, either. Technically, she started it all and initiated the relationship. She's a short one, with beautiful, long, curly black hair and mad curves with a smile that sneaks up on you and steals your attention away. She asked me out for coffee one night, and after a follow-up date to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant, I knew I needed to stay after her.

Second, my penultimate semester at my community college is slowly (and stressfully) coming to a close.  I had a hold on my student account because some joker who worked in the library missed checking in ONE of my returned DVDs, and so it was counted as late and I was duly penalized. So, I got that figured out. After that, I needed a book for one of my finals, and it only arrived 3 days AFTER THE FINAL WAS DUE. Baaaaahhhhghghgh!!! So, needless to say, I've been kind of Hulking out the past few days.

Third, I'm working a lot. Too much, in fact. I'm beginning to smell like bread all of the time. Delicious, yet distracting. It's getting kind of exhausting, but the people are great, so it's no big deal. I've made two fast friends and I look forward to continuing working with them.

Fourth, I'm starting to return back to my roots in Eastern thought, which is proving to be a welcome comfort as the vice of the end of the year closes around my scrotum. I'm making more time to meditate, drink green tea, and study the Dao as well as learn a bit about Reform Judaism (which is best Judaism in my opinion) and a bit about the freedom (yet social inequalities) of Hinduism, just for funsies.

Fifth and finally, I'm beginning to realize who my true friends really are. I've been going through a handful of hardships, and the ones who have been there to clap their hands on my shoulder have been proving a wonderful source of strength, so to all of those who have seen me at my angriest, my most distraught, my most off-course, my most un-Dao, thank you for sticking with me.

That's all for now-- Time for me to get started on the second half of my all-nighter.

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I'm just gonna stuff this post full of thoughts on romance.

我爱故我在: Roughly translated from Khalil Fong's song “爱爱爱” ("Love, Love, Love"), "I love, therefore I am."

If you know me well enough, you probably have noticed two things about my romantic life: First, that I am a hopeless romantic and a little bit sappy when it comes to romance, and second, that I am a little bit of a heartbreaker. In a lot of ways, I'm still trying to figure out how to act in a relationship. This isn't helped by the fact that every girl is different.

I've been in my fair share of crazy relationships. I have been romantically involved with girls from Asia, Africa, and America... And the only thing I've learned is that each of them were terrifying uncharted territory. Going into each relationship, I realized that I had no idea what to expect in each instance. A lot of my good friends know that I love learning about other cultures, so I rarely have romantic interest in girls from America... I don't really view it as a bad thing, but it gets kind of annoying when my own family members and best friends poke fun to me about it.

"Hey, there was a girl who told me she used to have a crush on you, David."
"Oh, is that true?"
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have worked out with her."
"Why do you say that?"
"She's white."

When I'm not in a relationship, I always have a terrible lonely feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's the whole "everyone is in a relationship but you!" mindset, and I hate it! I don't know why it plagues me so much. It's worst during the winter, but I always feel better when spring and summer roll around. I don't know why I let the seasons affect my mood so much.

It would  be interesting to marry a girl from another culture. If I did that, I'd ask her to wear traditional clothes from her culture... I think they're beautiful! Even though they're probably not suited for a wedding, any formal event deserves something like a Japanese kimono, a Chinese cheongsam, a Korean hanbok, a Vietnamese áo dài... I don't know why, I just view them as very very beautiful.

 In a lover, I want someone who can be honest, intelligent, interesting, someone who I can just... be with. Someone who will listen to me when I need to talk, but will tell me to shut up if I need to. Someone who will watch movies with me and cook food with me and listen to music with me.