Of Walks and Change, Part 2

Read Part 1 before coming to this narrative. I'm not sure it matters much, but I couldn't bear it if my three followers read things out of order.

Of Walks and Change, Part 1

People don't change. They evolve.

Sure, we might superficially alter our current interests, opinions, physical appearance, and attitudes toward others, among other things, but who we are as people -- the stuff we're made of, as it were -- remains the same. The longer you think about it, the more you'll realize that I'm correct in this. Alcoholics are a commonly cited example; it doesn't matter if someone hasn't had a drink in ten minutes or ten years, if he has the genetic disposition and the characteristic mindset where alcohol is concerned, he is an alcoholic. Likewise, as a more mundane example, someone who despises, say, broccoli, won't ever really "like" broccoli, no matter how often his parents made him eat it. Our circumstances change, as do our motivations -- and, for that matter, our motivators. Our selves have not changed. If this depresses you, I'm sorry. Join the club.

An Ode to the Match Game (or, Where Have All The Game Shows Gone?)

I was not raised like most kids of my generation. According to my mother, I taught myself to read by scanning through newspapers and picking out stories that interested me. There are home movies of me at age 4, inside my bedroom, pointing at posters on my wall of Neil Armstrong and Abe Lincoln, and reciting facts and dates like I was some sort of damned history professor or something. In first grade, Mom and I thought it would be "fun" for me to memorize Lincoln's Gettysburg Address and recite it in front of my classmates. I'm not saying this stuff to tell you how smart I am -- if I were actually as smart as all that, I wouldn't be a 25-year-old Wal-Mart cashier still working on her undergraduate degree. I'm saying this stuff because, looking back, it's a wonder that I have things like friends or social skills.

Welcome to the blog world, me!

Well, I guess it's time I'd graduated from the MySpaces, Facebooks, and Twitters of the world, and leaped headlong into the world of the blog -- or the "realsies blog," if you prefer. Hopefully, on a semi-regular basis, I'll be writing some deep thoughts, not-so-deep thoughts, and perhaps some exerpts from some writings or other random witicisms. I say hopefully, because I know that, as I write this, a few immediate roadblocks come to mind: