What am I.....What am I doing?

This event recently happened to me and came as a nice and gentle shock to my awkwardly confused daily life. I've decided to draw a picture title from here on out because I think it's a nice addition to the blog.

Without further ado....

A short (my longest post so far) by E.

It started when I got off the bus (I know, there is always a bus in the story) as I was waiting to cross the street I saw a man standing with three giant cardboard boxes.

The tree shouldn't be on the road.....broken headlamp.

 Unfortunately he only had two arms.......

Who said man-spider?

Seeing this man struggling with these boxes kind of made me feel sympathetic to his cause. (Maybe, I'm blowing this out of proportion lol) before I realized what I was doing, I had already asked him if he needed help carrying the boxes. 

 

And then he said the words that struck fear deep into the very core of my being...

It felt really really confusing (double really, so you know I'm not joking). Normally I never help anyone out. Why so mean? Well, I think of it this way; they should have thought about what they were doing before they did it. It's one of the reasons why we are called "rational beings" (although I don't think all of us (including me) are actually rational). Backtracking................with his approval, I grabbed the biggest box and started carrying it across the street.

AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE................

Okay, I was actually carrying it normally...... =(

In real life.

  

 Here comes the interesting part, and no, it's not that I was able to actually carry the box, but it was the amount of conversation that was taking place. Not thinking about it, helping this man was practically making friends. I never even thought about helping him, never mind talking to him. He told me his name, his family, where he lives, what school he goes to, what he's planning to do in life etc. etc. He told me all of this while crossing a street. Yep, your read that correctly, while crossing the street I almost felt like I was in class, with all of this information being hurled at me.  All of this information divulged over what? A stranger helping you carry boxes?

 The only pathetic thing that I tried to add to the conversation, in a muttered tone was.......

Responding quickly and efficiently he simply said:

Dumbstruck, I was actually in somewhat of agreement with the lad. With so many people that are less fortunate than I (I'm pretty damn thankful for everything that I have), my sympathy rose with what he said. (Don't worry about the fact that I'm a cheap bastard). However, this post wouldn't be here unless something awkward arose from the situation, that is, the complete and awkward silence ride on the bus, and thus it is known as the most socially disturbing bus ride I've had in ages.

 I think this situation goes to show two things; that people are really open social friendly when you help them, and that if you're going to help someone, don't think about it, because like me, you'll either miss the opportunity or reason your way out of helping him. Oh yeah, also it really feels good (not in 'that' way....) when you're  helping someone and making your city proud. I know that was three things, but I honestly can't help share the new and exciting (not to mention awkward) feelings that came with this situation. 

Hope you enjoyed the post, have a good day! 

Life Lesson: Help people if they need it, only when they need it.

 

Three Reasons Why I Pop My Collar

Uh-oh. Don't close this window ladies! There are reasonable explanations besides "because it's cool". Lol. I'm not to sure about other guys (codename "douchebags") but these are My three reasons of why I pop my collar.

Without further ado;

A short, by E.

Reason 1

"Sometimes it's just too damn hot"

Sometimes, most of the time All of the time I am sitting on a bus near a window, I usually start sweating. No, it's not because of the presence cute girls (although that does intimidate me) It's because the sunlight is pretty damn hot. Here are a couple diagrams further explaining my thoughts;

Somehow, I am lucky enough to choose the side of the bus that the sun shines into. Meaning that my neck is exposed to the heat of the sun. No sleep either, the brightness of the dam sun doesn't allow that. Lol. However, if one 'pops' his collar, the sun light is blocked, as explained in this diagram:

 

 

 

And using a precise calculation; I have figured out how much sunlight is actually blocked by 'popping' one's collar.

 

No, NOT a polo-neck.

Reason 2

"Sometimes it's just too damn cold"

The exact same passes for the cold. Except the sun doesn't shoot cold rays. It's just the air is cold....or does the moon shoot cold rays? (I'm joking. LOL) However, a special "One of a kind" Diagram has also been carefully crafted to explain this situation.

Damn you, cloud of spite!

 Quite often, I realize that people are looking at me like a douchebag, and usually it's fine because the girl isn't 'attractive' to me. However, you get those odd moments that a cute girl stares at you in disgust. I feel that something (god?) doesn't want me to look attractive.

 

Sigh, oh well. 

"Cold Rays" Real stuff. Scientifically proven. Source: www.don't type this url.com

Reason 3

"Sometimes it's just too damn normal"

"Sometimes the jacket doesn't allow it"

You know the jackets, they look really good, and they feel (when you wear them) even better. However, the collar just won't fold down. However, this only applies to jackets, as I  don't think there is a shirt made from the same stuffy material. If guys wearing golf shirts, or dress shirts pop their collars, stay the hell away. 

 

"No excuses for that." 

 

My mom said that I looked like a streaker, lol.

 

That's about all the situations I can think of where it's acceptable to pop one's collar. Actually, it's the only sitautions where it's permissiable. Oh, quick note: guys who pop their collar know that they look like "doucebags" however, they are looking for "douchettes" (is that a word?) which do exist. Eh. I'm not into those people (and their Ed Harvey clothes). 

 

Hope you enjoyed the post, and happy thanksgiving!

 

 

 

Life Lesson: Sometimes you can be cool without being a "douchebag".