Kung-Fu Night Watch Kittens Protect the Innocent

And by "The Innocent" I mean Pope Innocent XIII.

I've decided to go back to my roots and be funny for funny's sake. Over time being single and generally lonesome therefore weighs down any exterior motive like a cinder block tied to your ankles. I sometimes started hating the very things I used to love to create, didn't want to produce anything of marginal interest for the blog, felt their lack of drawing power was a hinderance to my more important plights. But this didn't really help either, because I'd become miserable for different subsidiary reasons. But then I'd go and add a Samurai Jack section to my blog and somehow feel like it was a step backwards towards my general daily disposition.

Well nuts to that. Relationships are such tiny and fickle things. You chat with someone for 4-5 years on the same subjects and all you learn is that people just plain don't see eye to eye on all things - and that it's much easier to profess to anothers rudeness or inability to cope than it is to your own. After all, they're not coping well with ME (So who said anything about trying to cope with them?)

Thus, this happens.

Now that may seem rather... curious. But indeed it is truth.

There are times when I wished I'd never started going to the gym at all and spending tedious hours there, for I could have been wallowing in my media-oppulent lifestyle back at home. Then would I feel so bad, having no CHANCE to achieve my objectives? Surely then, it is not so upsetting when none of them are achieved. They were unrealistic to begin with - let's put on Paintball mode and multi The Stack.

There are other times when I wished I'd started going to the gym way earlier, like in highscool, when I spent most of my recently-moved-to-Peterborough time doing nothing besides being idle. That was the most key time to do it. That whole first semester was a write-off anyway, why not get running? Then would things have turn out better?

There are other times when I don't wish anything, and when I'm quite happy with how things have gone. But this feeling is always overridden by a terrible state of perceived bad luck. Would that I rather have the power in my hands?

But of course, in rebuttal to that. ARTEMIS!

How do you make somebody like you?
Would you want to?