You know...

Before I Begin:
Carry-On, you're awfully eloquent for a guy who only answers the questions he wants to answer. And also pretty self-rightous for a guy who now says he was looking for "intelligent debate" when he first claimed that he was looking to "investigate" me. Ohhhhh wait, you're a republican. Ha! I'll type slower.


Here we go. Onto some other nonsense.

A name tag or a "uniform" (if you can call it that) doesn't take away any of the accomplishments I've had. And grocery stores do have offices, you dunce. With chairs. That aside though, those statements I gave you guys, about doing what I've done for my age and for a guy going to school full time, about being more professionally satisfied than I've ever been for now, about being a damn lucky and a damn happy guy... all that still applies. I'm quite aware that I'm not the most successful or richest guy in the world, which I'm certainly not claiming to be.

Nor does that fact that I still live with my parents change any of that, a cunning strategy by an equally cunning linguist, by the way.

I knew there we're stories about me. I knew what some people, a lot of peopple thought of me. At work. In high school. Even one or two in school now. Stories just seem to get made up about me, and that's just the way it is. It's probably the same for everyone walking and breathing, it just seems especially true for me lately.

The truth of the matter is, I've known about a lot of it for years. But in the last couple weeks I've become aware... increasingly more aware, anyways... of the volume of stories that's out there... in all 3 cirlces mentioned above... that are just not true.

I even knew of some people who are responsible for a lot of the stories. I just never cared to clear any of it up, or even mention it to them. Because honestly, I can't even be bothered to care. So if you're one of those... don't worry about it. I don't care. I certainly don't hate you for it. I don't have the energy to really hate anyone in this life. Let whoever wants to say whatever they want to. If anything, I find it amusing. Or pitiful. Mostly amusing though.

Stuff gets made up by one or two people, and it just makes it's way through the grapevines. The people I care about know the truth, and let's be honest, if anyone believed some of the stuff that was said about me without asking me about it in the first place, is that person really worth explaining the truth to anyways?

You know what? Maybe someone read this and assumed that I was bragging. If that's the case, let me apologize. I wasn't bragging. I was being thankful.

I've got great friends. I've got a great family. I've got a great girl. I've got a great job and boss. Translation: I have a great life, and just because some of you from high school are still putting every dime you make up your nose or down your throat, got fat, got divorced, or some of you from work are still trying to accomplish half of in 20 years what I've done in 3 (or 2, depending on the variable we're talking about here), or some of you from SAIT are upset that your kliq fell apart this semester and ours is still going like gangbusters, or you're a bitter ex-girlfriend... that's no reason to take it out on me.

Go ahead, make me laugh some more.

The guy who blatantly ripped off Austin Aries' facial hair...
B.a.D Ownallyerasis