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KEvin as an Inanimate Object

So now I know. Now I know what it feels like to sit in a corner, unused, untouched, and ignored. Now I know what it must feel like to say “When somebody loved me everything was beautiful.” You know what I think the worst part is, the waiting. One day you are being used, played with, and you have a purpose and then it just stops. So you spend everyday thinking, is this the day I will become useful again, is this the day someone will find a reason to give me a purpose. It’s definitely the waiting that drives you crazy.
I remember when Jacob dropped my 300gb hard drive. I’m sure if it had feelings it got tired of the waiting because there is a process you go through when things break, an analysis process. You have to decide whether or not it is worth the time, effort, and money it will take to repair that object or if you should simply replace it. Yea… the waiting has to hurt the worst. It’s like an innocent prisoner being convicted and waiting on his sentence. The story with my hard drive, ended well for him (not so much for me). The hard drive held so many unbacked up, unreplaceable memories, in the form of documents and pictures, that I couldn’t just replace it, so I needed to fix it. So I invested over $2,000 into fixing that thing and holding onto those cherished memories. It was worth it… for me and for him.

Kevin now knows how it feels to be a broken inanimate object waiting and wondering if he is worth fixing or just replaceable.

My Lucky Penny


Just like Scrooge McDuck on DuckTales I, too, had a lucky penny. It was a penny I had found when I was 5. I treasured this penny… it stood out from all the other pennies I had ever seen. I used to carry it in my pocket every where I went, I would run around the playground at school and pretend I was Scrooge McDuck. A couple of times I even convinced other people to chase after me… we would pretend they were after my lucky penny. I would run under a swing and then the kid chasing me would follow and get knocked over by the kid on the swing as it came back down, as swings usually do. (Ahhh… I miss those days) But anyway I am straying from the point. The truth is I loved that penny! I still have it to this day, but unfortunately it doesn’t hold the same value it used to. Do you know why? Because of JACOB!
You see, once I met Jake and he explained that my lucky penny was nothing more than a “wheat penny” and there were millions of these things produced between the years of 1909 and 1958 and that my “lucky penny” was nothing special then, sadly, my days as the proud owner of a heck-a-cool lucky penny were over.
So anyway, I say all of that to say, maybe I was just created with a tendency to play pretend on the playground. Maybe community, much like my lucky penny, is something that can only be imagined. That maybe friendships were never meant to be anything more than two individuals selfishly seeking after what makes them happy, being kind to each other for only a moment. Maybe I lost another lucky penny to this cruel thing we call reality.

(And yes… before I get corrected by everyone… Scrooge McDuck had a lucky dime not a lucky penny. I WAS 5! Give me a break! Geesh!)

Quote of the Week

For My Best Friend and Little Brother…

Sometimes it’s like you are an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea.

-Unknown

Paradox of Thought and Emotion

This is a quote from a post on Jake’s Blog.

I sit with my face placed keenly between my knees, pleading with the void for something more than this; for something more than me. I try hard to clothe my nakedness with noise, and as my heart beats… they ring true with a knowledge beyond their comprehension: I am alone.

It’s amazing… because I could say the exact same thing, using the exact same words, but yet, we both are expressing these ideas with a very different meaning and and a very different emotion attached. Weird… Huh?