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ON MY WAY HOME FROM WORK:

CLEVELAND METROPARKS:

RANDOM DEVELOPMENT IN CHAGRIN FALLS:

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When you are young, and basically naive, you believe you have the world all figured out. You believe you know your thoughts on certain topics. You believe you have your life planned from now until eternity. You believe you have the answers to all the questions. You believe that you don’t have a care in the world.

Then, you grow up and start to see the world for what it is really is.
NOTE: This comment is not meant to be negative in any respect, just truthful.

This is how my life has gone. It might have moved a little slower than most others, hey I am a late bloomer, but as I have grown and matured, I have definitely seen a lot of the world in a different light.

Way back when, when I was in my formative years, I was always told that it is very important to my folks that I marry someone Jewish. I never thought much of it, simply because I was young and nowhere near dating anyone, whether it be Jewish or not. As I went to high school and then college, I started to wonder, do I really want to marry someone Jewish? Is it really that important to me? At one point, the answer was no, when I was unsure that I wanted to remain Jewish. That lasted for at least a couple years. However, I began to grow, mature and here I am at the age of 23 knowing that it is a must that I marry someone Jewish. I have become strong in my religion, whether it be in a serious of humorous context. To some, this might not be a huge revelation, but to me it is. Religion/Judaism has become very important to me, simply because it brings family and friends together to celebrate as one.

In high school when everyone was out partying and doing illegal acts, I was at home with my folks, watching TGIF on ABC. I know, I know, I had a great social life back then and a great one now! However, I wasn’t, and to some extent still am not, a partier. There is one difference though, and this is where, age, maturity, and experience has come into play. I was very anti-drinking and looked down upon people who drank and drank and drank…hell, I only went to three true college parties the whole time I was at UC and didn’t have one drink.

Now, my views on drinking have drastically changed and expanded. Now, I don’t mind going out to grab a drink, or two, with friends. Now, I don’t mind having a beer at home. Now, I have realized I should not be so judgemental of other people who drink more often than me, which is about 95% of the country, maybe even the world. My horizons have been expanded and therefore, I am more open and accepting of people who drink. When trying to decide my feelings/thoughts on a woman, drinking keeps slipping down the list as important things to worry about.

These thoughts and changes in my views have all come with age and maturity. As long as people realize that I don’t drink much and are accepting of that, then I will be accepting of people who drink on a more regular basis. Hell if you can go out every weekend and have a good time, I admire your stability…I surely couldn’t do it! (Of course, I will never understand people who are drunk more than they are sober…that will never make sense to me!)

This applies to other areas as well, but I don’t want to bore anyone nor do I want to get too detailed with topics I should keep to myself. I simply have realized that with time and age, my maturity really appears in my views on the world and I believe that is a good thing!

Why do I sometimes feel like I am a burden to people?

Why do I believe I am interrupting people?

Why do I think that people rather be doing something else instead of talking to me?

Why do I get so shy sometimes?

Why do I worry?

Why can’t anyone answer these questions besides me?

Here I am sitting, wanting to write something, something profound. However, there is just one problem: I have no idea what to write. I have nothing intellectual to say. I have no exciting stories, no wonderful poems, no great anecdotes, nothing.

Over the past couple weeks, nothing has happened worthy of writing. That doesn’t mean my life is boring and/or bad, it just means that nothing out of the ordinary has occurred. Sure, my belly seems to be vanishing right before my eyes, but could I really write more than one sentence about that? I don’t think so. Sure, I am playing racquetball every week with my mom and kicking her ass, but could I really write more than two sentences about that? Nope. So like I said, nothing has really happened recently. Oh, I forgot that I am only working on Saturday’s, which is always a good thing, but worthy of a whole post? Definitely not.

Life is good. Work is good. My friends are good. My family is good. So as you can see, I really have nothing to write about…except what I just decided to pen in this post. I always have a way of finding something to write about, even if in reality I have absolutely nothing to say.

Last Spring I went to the movie theater to see a movie called The Break-Up, with Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston. If you haven’t seen this movie, don’t. If you plan on renting this movie, don’t. If you have seen this movie, I apologize. For the first 95-100 min of the movie, my thoughts were positive, I was enjoying the movie, plot, acting, everything. However, the last 5-10 min totally changed my mind. Those few minutes made my feelings stop in their tracks and run in the opposite direction. Most of the movie, I was telling the person sitting next to me that they would get back together, they had to, this is a romantic comedy created by Hollywood. However, just for the hell of it, Hollywood decided to go against the grain and ruin a somewhat decent movie. They decided to laugh in the face of fairy tale love.

Most people do not go to romantic comedies to view real life mirrored on the big screen, like was displayed in The Break-Up. They go, in droves, to view happiness. They go to go to romantic comedies for the fairy tale love that has become a cliche at this point.

When Hollywood deserts the universal theme of fairy tale love for the sake of reality, does that mean even the possibility is vanishing right beneath our noses?

I like to believe that fairy tale love is possible simply because one day, I hope to have that type of love; the type that has been so popular in 99% of Hollywood romantic comedies.

Well, at least one can dream…