A late review

Ok it being later in the year than I had hoped and for that I feel as though I must apologize, but I will not apologize, this is because my absence is due to a desire to spend time with family because family is important. So, I am not sorry that this is late.

This is the blog that I intended for Pre New Years because this is my look back. Where I bring up amendments, additions and extra comments I have in association to the things I have written here over the 2012 year. Let’s dive right in.

So I started my 2012 blogging with talking about entering a photo into a contest followed the next day with how it did and me whining about it doing poorly. But that did not deter me, because they did an autumn showcase and I did enter again I still did not win, but this time I did not feel so bad about not winning. Here is the photo I entered. In my opinion a much better photo which I also framed and matted better than the first.

I also discussed starting the blog again, though I still don’t share it on Facebook, and I have stopped posting it to Twitter to prevent judgment from people I know IRL.

I then proceeded to talk about Twitter and communication. And this has not really changed a bit. I got blocked by a Twitter user that I followed because I was unable to properly convey my point in 140 characters, and me being, well, me. I proceeded to send several tweets consecutively in an attempt to get my point across. So I essentially spammed the Twitter user, got blocked and this was still even before I could entirely get my point across. I regret the spamming and getting blocked, but I don’t regret trying to stand up for something I believe in.

Then came two blogs which I have nothing to add to at this time.

Ahh, Boxes. Chronologically the first blog of 2012 I found myself proud of and what I actually referred back to in posts written after this one. Now looking back I can’t see if I mentioned this anywhere but I do believe that it is possible to both inside and outside of a box, not only that you can be in multiple boxes, or that you are in more than one box.

Looking back at the next post I made I realize that “Assumptions” and “Boxes” could have been merged into one post because they have some complementary ideas in them.

I then proceeded to talk about Christmas for five non-consecutive posts; I’ve got to say Christmas was great, and I’m not going to do any sort of haul post because I took a photo and put it on instagram http://instagram.com/p/T06a7PhQBe/

I also talked about using public restrooms which I still wholly stand behind.

I wrote a response to a YouTube video about me being scared about sharing the blog, I think that with the being a New Year I will start sharing this on Twitter again. Still a bit frightened about what some people on Facebook will think though.

For my birthday I shared 23 bits of unsolicited advice which I really enjoyed doing and next birthday I may very well share 24 bits.

Post Script: Double blog today. Also I need to get back into a blogging schedule. So sorry if this gets a little scattered.

Assumptions.

In an ever growing effort to make pickup lines one of my areas of expertise I bought a book entitled "Pickups and Come-ons for All Occasions", it is very simply an anthology of collected lines divided into categories based on the nature of the line. What really caught my attention was the last category, "Famous Flirtations" which contains lines from films, television, music, and literature. But what really caught my interest in this was a quote by François Rabelais, now I only know Rabelais due to his last words "I go to seek a Great Perhaps" and their significance in John Green's novel "Looking for Alaska". Now this was a very profound statement and as a result I just assumed everything he did would of that nature. This is the quote.

"I wrong you not if I my thoughts reveal, 

Saying how the beauty that your clothes conceal 

Is like a spark that sets afire my heart. 

I only ask that you then, for your part, 

Will be a saddle and let me ride, 

Just for this once."   

Once again proves that when you assume it makes an ass out of you and me (ass-u-me). 

Let's talk about assumptions, I like to assume things, it allows me to, like, prepare for hypothetical. Or I make assumptions about people, and now this can get me into trouble. From here I will onto two points, 1. Why I make assumptions 2. Past Assumptions I've made. (Ones that have gotten me into trouble, or close to it.) So I make assumptions in an attempt to either predict future behavior or to fill in the blanks while I'm getting to know people. Okay, now on to saying things that could get me harassed, judged, shunned, or many other things. *braces self* So, I assume that until I meet them or made aware of it all males have a penis, and equally all women have a vagina. I assume that people are straight until they inform me differently. I used to assume that redheads had a superiority complex. But I also used to assume many other things but as stated above assuming makes an ass out of you and me (ass-u-me).

But in writing this and thinking about it while doing so I am reminded that assumptions are not generally good thing, actually a lot of assumptions can be bad. And so I make this request to you try and stop making assumptions about people, I know I will.

Post Script: Happy Halloween. I am being the "personification of a thought or idea". To be more specific I am being "When life gives you lemons", so what are you being for All Hollow's Eve. More importantly what are you being for All Horcrux's Eve?

Let's talk about Twitter.

Despite this title I am not talking about twitter, well, not only twitter but communication in general, but mainly online communication.

Well actually I am talking about Twitter, but to a lesser extent YouTube comments and Tumblr replies. 

Nope. Thinking about it, like honestly putting thought into it. My issue is communicating with the opposite sex both on and offline(Mainly Online). I don't do it well or often,  and when I do i am over thinking, censoring, and often thinking more about what not to say rather than what to say. Now I know that this is probably common. My main issue is that I am not sure where the line is. You know that line, where on one side is creepy and the other side is everything else. This has resulted in me saying or typing things that do not properly convey my point with the after effect being misconceptions, misunderstandings and embarrassing moments.This is even more so on the internet with its less than admirable ability to convey tone. And because the line is never, and I mean NEVER the same. Not to mention what this has done to my non-existent love life. (But my love life has greater issues than this).  This point is even more exaggerated if I find the female in question attractive. I actually do find it a bit sad that I have problems talking to women, not surprising but sad. It makes sense though, no one has taught me, you don't learn it in school and with  this already in place figuring it out on my own is not easy. Now there is the option of you know asking the parents, which would not be pleasant. Imagine if you will me a 22 year old going to her mom telling her that he has issues talking to females. Not that I think she'd be overly surprised she once told me that she has never expected me to date much and that if I do it will be with the intentions of marriage one day. But anyways that conversation would end up being embarrassing, awkward and she'd probably pass me off to someone else or laugh at me or both. And if I went to my father the opening to the conversation would go like this "I know we have never actually spoken, or had a real conversation but I have a problem talking to women, I blame you, now you have to help me." So I am not breaking 22 years of silence just so I can get advice about girls from a guy who habitually just isn't there. 

Now I am feeling down because I am also thinking that girls probably don't want to talk to me due to me not being all that physically appealing or inviting. 

Post script: The paragraph breaks are me not editing myself in this post.

Post post script: This blog post was originally supposed to be me showing you Telegraph Cove through my eyes. Next Time.