hushed tones.

you know what gets old? hushed tones.

for instance, if you have an opinion, you find someone like-minded and rush to the corner and whisper in their ear your thoughts. socially it has become so unacceptable to disagree and the worst is actually talking through disagreements. we don’t even dare let anyone know publicly how we feel about anything important, especially politics. i know i’ve been guilty of that. we are so worried about the backlash. but why? we segregate ourselves not just by our skin color or economic levels but by the level of value we place on opposing opinions.

it’s crazy that i have to whisper my displeasure with Trump. who cares if i don’t like him and so what if you do? what does it matter if i’m a liberal and you are conservative? why can’t we have a conversation? i don’t hate america or the troops no matter how many times you are told the opposite. we get nowhere if we are always in our own corners talking negatively about the idiots on the other sides. i think if we actually talked, we would realize we aren’t all that different. we are all idiots anyway.

it’s funny the things that draw the strongest reactions. it’s either politics, sports or religion. generally the reactions are matter-of-fact. “i liked hillary, i’m glad i voted for her.” — “but her emails!” yea. those emails. “hey i think the cubs are going to the world series this year!” — “you’re a moron! they have no pitching!” oh okay. these days it’s the loudest person in the room who gets the most attention, regardless of whether they are actually coherent.

 the thing is, we have so much more in common than we think. i think we’d all be surprised at the lack of differences in our view points. some times i think it’s just that our methods for getting to conclusions are different, but the conclusion itself is basically the same. we all want to love and be loved. we want to be accepted for who we are and we all just want to have a good time and love life. you might have a different way of describing a good time, but it doesn’t mean we can’t find common ground.

there are those who want to divide us, who enjoy the arguments and the flame throwing. i refuse to believe that is truly who we are. as a liberal, sometimes i think conservatives are crazy and i will truly never understand the commitment to donald trump, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t meet in the middle. i hate ohio state with almost every fiber of my being but i’ll still talk to a buckeye if i have to!

we come up with so many new year’s resolutions every year. this year why not just try to see the glaring similarities in others that we otherwise might refuse to see? just like trump said, “what the hell do you have to lose?”


Bye Felicia. I mean… 2015. 

i’d like to think i’m a glass half full type of guy.

then i realize that i’m probably more of a glass half full but wish the glass was completely full type of guy. you know what i’m saying? how come no one talks about the glass actually being completely full? what’s so bad about that?

yeah, it’s cool to be positive, but why not have it all? it’s lame, i know.

anyway, here’s the thing. 2015 was not my favorite year. at all. looking back, i can see that pretty much the entire year was filled with wishing i had something more than what i already did. i wasn’t unsatisfied with what i had, i just wanted more. it’s the basic “lose perspective” situation that we find ourselves in every once in awhile. sure i have an amazing wife and a house and puppy that’s basically a human to us and a decent car and a job with benefits and something like 6 weeks of paid time off… yeah i guess for me that wasn’t good enough. pathetic right? i want to take solace in knowing i’m not the only one but, whatever. i’ll own my patheticness

this year was rough for me in so many ways, and not just because of donald trump. he’s not the issue, at least not in this post. unless we are talking about how he’s seemingly the only person who can get away with saying sexist, racist and completely ignorant things on a daily basis. somehow there are people who still think hillary is worse. but we aren’t talking about trump. not today. this year was rough and that’s okay. i grew a lot. i learned a lot. i’m a much better man for it. that’s the benefit of seeing the finish line. you start to get some of that missing perspective back.

going into 2016, i doubt i’ll do any resolutions. they don’t really work anyway, not for me at least. what i do want to do is look back at this past year and remember the good and the bad and even all of the ugly. i don’t want to forget the lessons and the laughter and the moments that stopped me in my tracks. i want to remember that every moment is part of the journey. yep, it’s corny and all, but sometimes corny is cool. i don’t know if 2016 will be the year dreams are made of, unless trump finally disappears, but i’m hoping that i keep perspective the entire year this time.