The Big 2k

My fingers have adjusted to typing like this. And being that I just reached two thousand hits on this thing, it seems a post with some semblance of decency is in order.

So, to business.

I read 1001 Ways to Be Romantic when I was eight. It was a fine read. Afterwards, my family sometimes joked that I was the Love Doctor. Paging Dr. Love, etc. I never dreamed I actually would, though. Without breaking love doctor/patient confidentiality, I can tell you that it feels like I'm responsible. A little like playing god, I suppose. I mean, I even argued with myself. While this isn't quite rare, it showed me exactly what I was toying with here.

Relationships aren't something new to me. I had my first girlfriend when I was six, and I'd say I showed her a fairly good time. True, I didn't have another till 7th grade, but whatever. Point is, I've experienced them. I know the joy they can bring to people. And I know how much breakups can suck.

That is, epically. And people come to me, asking me what to do. They reveal intimate details of their love lives to me, and ask me, /me/, for advice. This is a powerful thing, because people can take this things to heart.

I'm just saying, I needed to vent a bit. It's sort of scary. Not really, because, I mean, I /know/ these people will move on. I'm just scared of making them do something they don't want to. Thank you all for listening.

I needed that.

Anyway, I want to apologize for bashing Shannon. Not that it really matters to me how she feels about it (I feel my actions are morally right, at least on some level) but it's gotten a bit stale this past week, which is not how I like this thing to be. I treasure all of you readers, and entertaining you is the reason this thing keeps going.

Though I do recognize that some of you felt it was wrong. I apologize for offending you. Not Anonymous, but Conor and Ian, apologies if it really bothered you.

I feel as though this should have more content than it does.

I've been listening to Yellowcard again. I'd forgotten how nice they are. Rough Landing, Holly and Ocean Avenue are my favorites, currently. Is anyone else a fan? I'd also recommend Rise Against and a youtube artist called MysteryGuitarMan. The former is a fantastic group, and the latter is creative and funny. His videos are also rather upbeat, which I approve of.

Which brings me to happiness. I find it odd that I, of all people in these circumstances, should be talking about a lack of joy. I mean, I find much fun in life. I lead a rather good one, I'd say. Good music, good friends, and people listen to what I have to say. I'm not ignored, I get girlfriends now and then, and I attend rockin' parties. I get orange soda, a 360, and a guitar I continue to swear I'll learn to play.

So I'm pretty happy. And I feel others should be too.

Yet, when I attend my government-required self betterment, I notice that people aren't happy. All the drama, the bad relationships, the breakups, the dying over projects, the getting ditched, the friends turning to drugs and even those little insults everyone throws at you all add up. People have reason to be unhappy.

But we can fix that.

We can help deal with the rampant sadness. Just be nice, people. Be nice, and don't do drugs and be careful what you say and be careful what you do. Because people can get fucked up. And it isn't a pleasant thing to see.

I guess what I'm getting at is we would all be happier if we all laid off the harshness a bit.

So go, readers. Go out and be nice. Make the world a little biddy bit better.