My two cents about emails

Just a point of consideration, and since it's bothering me so much that I decided to write about it after midnight, its damn important.

I'm damn tired of responding to an email stating, "Sorry for the delayed response, I was..." The only implication one would one would receive from this type of response would be, I am too lazy to get back to you as soon as you send the message so I'm going to look at it in my inbox and do nothing for a few days, but at least I thought about answering it.

The world waits for no-one, (not even for someone who doesn't use hyphens properly), so answer your damn email on time when someone sends it to you.

Quarter Life Crisis - Part 1

I literally feel as though I am forcing myself to sit complacently as I imagine and almost materialize in my minds eye, images of travel, excitement, freedom, of my future. All this occurring while I slowly decay in front of my computer screen, accompanied the flickering light of a marvelous CFL blub as it fleetingly lights my keyboard.

When will I say I will wait no more?
When will I tell myself, now is the time to capture your dreams and stop justifying this stupendously banal existence?

Saturday night feaver and/or frostbite

Stepping out of the comfort of an old 4 door sedan onto the frozen tundra of a desolate college campus and despite some hindrances which included: the temperature being somewhere between freezing and frostbite, gale force winds, and a hint of snow, I managed to speak to 8 women.

 

To give you some context, my original goal was to speak to 20 women while walking around a sprawling college campus (avoiding the bars). So as not to mislead, for this exercise the term "speak" was defined as any form of conversation ranging from simply asking directions to flirty casual conversation. The intent of this exercise was to push the boundaries of my comfort zone and most importantly challenge the never ending supply of justification that seems to conveniently add a protective barrier to my lack of confidence in this area.
 
Moving on from this exercise and considering it a success, some important lessons have been learned.
1) Low temperatures, snow, and high winds will result in people doing everything possible to avoid being outside and will therefore leave little chance for conversation.
2) If you target demographic does not include a late night party animal/drinker than a college campus at midnight is the wrong place. Time to find a niche market.

Being that my Guess shoes which were purchased from Ross were obviously not specifically manufactured for walking long distances the soles of my feet was becoming a haven for hot spots waiting to erupt into painful blisters, I decided to walk back to my car which was conveniently parked about 10 long blocks away and go to a club. This club was advertised as the best house/dance club in Philly and apparently "members only," which was supposed to add to the mystique. My experience there was analogous to drinking wine; since I love grape juice and wine is made from grapes I will like it, which is similar in structure to, since I love to dance and the best dance club in Philly I will have a good time, WRONG. Lets just say, I never had a need to be intoxicated to dance and dance hard but that is apparently not the norm but the exception. Noticing that I was literally the only one who was not in possession of the status symbol we call a alcoholic beverage, I decided to leave.

That my friends, is how I spent my Saturday night.