Thinking Ruins
Everything

I usually like to run things arranging my life around school, work, and my girlfriend with my family oozing in here and there.

At school I was a premed student. I scratched that and graduated with a programming degree instead. That didn't pan out too well here in Ohio. I've been back at school full time again to get my bachelor's degree in Accounting.

I found that I had an affinity for the healthcare field and data systems field. But, my real aptitude is in math and logic. Since my short lived time in the computer field came up short for me on so many occaisions in Northeast Ohio, I turned my eyes elsewhere. I took a job with Morgan Stanley of Chagrin Falls working in Operations. At first I thought the lack of training was inexcusable. I do not recognize myself from before I began working there.

I now know my talents lie in creative management of myself, people, money, and policies. I was not neglected, I was given the opportunity and wide ranging powers to carry out day to day operations and figure out solutions to problems. I was given free license to grow by behaving responsibly and ethically. I had two options. I could fail and lose my job one way or another. Alternatively, I could take responsibility for my duties and learn what I needed to do. After countless questions that I didn't have answers to, answers I had that weren't good enough, and Operations Manager training nearly a year later; I had gained the respect of my peers and owned my work. It was one of the best life changing experiences I have had.

I like big cars, being with my girlfriend, usually my car, old cars, a well grilled burger, computers, my job more often than not, working on the house, running, spudnuts chili, swimming and the all natural guy response of having sex with my girlfriend when the opportunity arises.

I should mention I am a Christian because it is important. Without GOD I'm not sure what would've happened in the past handfull of years. I just know that the life I was living cannot compare to the one I am now. I'm not happy that I'm not a better Christian, but I am confident that if I were compared to my peers I would be okay. The problem with that is that GOD judges you, not your neighbor when you die.

In my short time here I think I've gotten a lot of things done. I was selected as one of the top fifteen brightest children in my school district in second grade and was permitted to attend an accelerated class of fourteen others until fifth grade. I have learned to not beat my wife... the hard way. I have lost and gained my mother. I know what it is to lose and find myself. I ran a full length marathon when I was fifteen. Shortly beforehand I realized that around the seventeenth mile I had run I would get so fucking high. I have heard it called "hitting the wall" and I recommend it to everyone. I know what it is like to be addicted. I filled out my college entrance forms at sixteen. I've spent time incarcerated. I have totalled two vehicles and am on to the twelvth car I've bought. I've been to the U.S. Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island, South Carolina. I've been kicked out of the U.S. Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island, South Carolina. I have found my niche in the rat race. I have beaten mule and I will answer any challenge in a beer swilling contest. And then I will win. I have come to learn I hate beer and coffee, foul and filthy tasting beverages. I have come to learn that cold cafe mochas and long island iced teas aren't as bad tasting as the rest of the like. I have come to learn anything is possible with effort or time if not both. I know what love isn't. More importantly, I'd like to think I know what love is. Surprisingly, you don't have to like a person to love and respect that person. There is a seething and black cancerous sore in my soul because I know what it is to hate. Above all I know what good art looks like, I know what good music sounds like, I know what good food and drink tastes like, I know when I smell something I like, and I know to touch things just so I can feel their temperature-- texture-- viscosity-- or lack thereof. Curiously enough, I have learned you can find all those things in a woman. What I tell people is that good or bad, all of the things that have come into or gone out of my life have made me who I am. As a conscious adult, so long as I look in the mirror and like who I see, then all of those great and terrible things were necessary. If I should happen to not like who I see, it is up to me. It is my responsibility to change what it is that is so distasteful to my eye.

So Try Not To Think
Of Me Too Much