Graduation Speech -- a tad late and a tad great

In the spirit of upcoming graduations, I have decided to leave an unasked for graduation speech. Cheers to the class of 2007! I have no connection to any of you at all, but someday possibly could.
So here's to '07


Choose life. Not in a pro life sort of way, but choose to live life to your most potential. Choose renter's insurance. Choose to travel. Choose to do something you and others might not think you would do. Choose to listen to This American Life. Choose to read books by Sarah Vowell or David Sedaris. Choose to read. Choose to limit yourself to one or two reality TV shows. Choose fixed interest rated. Choose to invest in 401(k) early and often. Choose to be a non-conformist. Choose to be yourself. Every now and then choose a person to make out with, because you never thought you would. Choose to listen to your gut, more often times than not it is right. Choose to listen to your parents half of the time, but acknowledge them and their existence all of the time. Choose to watch Trainspotting. Choose to live the unattainable dream. Choose two forms of birth control, even if you don't think you need two. Choose to take mass transit instead of driving a car. Choose to insure yourself or choose dental insurance. Choose the job that makes you happy, if of course it is legal. Choose not to be a narc, but know your personal ethos and know when you might have to be a whistle blower. Choose Yourself. When in doubt, choose choice. Choose to let your hair down. Choose to dance naked, even if someone is watching. Choose to fuck. Choose to love. Choose pinot noir over other red wines. Choose Yourself. Choose Life.

Karma Works in Beautiful Ways

have you ever been fucked over? it sucks. especially when it's the blind sided type that you don't see or feel coming at all. i was fucked over at my last job. got tattled on for something that could swing either way (for or against me). and the worst part was finding out that i was ratted on. and because somebody didn't care for me. lame. not professional at all. borderline pathetic and very william shakespeare like. i think shakesperian themes are similar to the seven deadly sins. jealously. love. anger. desire. control. passion. power. those are basically the themes that run from much ado about nothing to hamlet. (sidenote i used to date a boy that would read only shakespeare in the summer. now is a psychiatrist or a mental health intake provider somewhere in indiana. and i often wonder did the shakespeare drive him to want to know the inner workings of our minds? yea back to the tangents ....)

being fucked, not a good feeling. so when you have the opportunity to get some revenge, as much as i tried to be the bigger person, the smaller person in me won out and said "you have the opportunity to fuck her over and she won't see it coming." brilliant, really. and anonymous. the best kind of revenge. hey, i'm not iago
by any means. but it did feel slightly vindicating. karma is round, what goes around comes around.

and yet, i did feel weird about reporting it a few months later. like i was going to get incident bystanders caught in the crossfire (which brings me to tucker carlson and his ridiculous self, can't stand him or his bowties. fucking ridiculous.) this should remain an issue between me and her, and it should have never been an issue to begin with, except she narced and wanted me out, a complete surprise to me. so here i write, a bit smug and bit bitter, but hoping it will work out in the end .... leaving my devices to karma and what will be will be.