A look into the life of Warren Davis

The dvd slides into the slot. Take back movie: check. I get back in my car, put it back in gear, drive through the parking lot, and take a left. The roads are far less crowded at one in the morning. A normally busy road now lays serene as if it was built only for me. The car beeps, breaking the silent night air. My subconscious groans. I don't even have to look because already know the cause for the disturbance. The gas light is now glaring at me, mocking my procrastination. I should have put more gas in the tank yesterday. I silently calculate how many miles home and back to a gas station. I'm certain I could make it home tonight and just fill up tomorrow, but that kind of thinking got me where I am now. I drive a few more miles and pull into a station. There will not be any cheaper options between here and my house. The hose barely reaches, why do I never pull up far enough. The lights to the convenience store are all on, but I don't see a clerk. Oh well, I'll just get my gas and leave. The gas slowly fills the tank, far slower than normal. My bored mind imagines the man in the nearby car waiting for some sort of illegal exchange, and as if fate were reading my thoughts, another car pulled in right beside him. I looked the opposite direction as to not be any sort of witness. With the gas now pumping slower than ever I turn back around. The original man is now outside his car smoking and the other had entered the store. I guess I was wrong about it being closed. The gas pump clicks, jolting me out of my thoughts. I squeeze some more gas into the tank and close the lid. I now feel compelled to go inside the store. I have drinks at the house, I don't really feel like candy, and I really do not need any smokes either. Despite the lack of necessity I proceed to enter. Opening the door reveals a man making small talk with the clerk. The rack directly to me left has bags of candy, and suddenly candy does not sound like such a bad option. I gaze at them for a minute and opt to come back and choose after I have selected a drink. My eyes quickly locate the large cans of Arizona tea. The cans are big and only 99 cents, how could I not. Besides, I was told only two days ago that I simply must try the watermelon. What the hell, it's only 99 cents. My hands reach into the cooler and pull out a cold watermelon beverage. As I walk back to the candy rack the other customer finishes his small talk and leaves the store. I quickly choose a bag of gummy worms. I'm not certain why I am choosing those, but for some reason they sound very appealing. I grab the bag and make my way up to the counter. I walk slower than and normal person would and set my items down on the glass. As the clerk walks over to ring it up I start to wonder if I should make small talk. It would be so easy. There's a simple formula for small talk. But I simply do not feel like small talk, why waste the breaths. He rings up the two items and ask if that will be all. I gaze behind the counter pondering the answer to the question, but nothing begs for my attention so I respond positively. Slide the card, click accept and begin to walk away. Ugh, I did not sign. I just want to be back in my car. I leave the store and slowly walk back to my car, sizing up the other car leaving and wondering what they are up to so late on a Thursday. I look at my massive drink and candy. So much for going to bed early tonight. The key slides into the ignition. Fill up with gas: check. I put the car in gear, drive through the parking lot, and take a right.

I know it's not really a blog post for real... and while I've been missing writing, I just haven't felt like it. Anyway, felt like a new background for my desktop, and thought I'd share what I made.

Dear person with a 'private property' sign in your front yard,

I just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for you placing a small Private Property sign in your front yard. As I drive by on a main road, I can clearly see the small sign thanks to your excellent placement. You are far ahead of your neighbors who are all sign-less. Just last week I was scouting for picnic locations and thanks to your wonderful foresight I did not confuse your mediocre yard for a public location in which I could enjoy a peaceful Tuesday afternoon picnic.

Signed,
A thankful citizen

It has been quite a while since my last blog, and it is basically the same reasons as usual. I have a lot on my mind, but few that I really care to make widely available to anyone with access to the internet - which is certainly not an elite group these days. It is humerus to me how life progresses. Over the past 8 months I could not possibly count the number of times where I and even those around me have said, "I did not see this coming," (or something to the similar effect). We constantly make plans, goals, or at least have loose ideas and aspirations to what our future might hold. Some people are better at others at chasing down their goals and pouncing on opportunities, but in reality they generally cross great opportunities on no volition of their own. In the past 5 years I do not believe I have heard one person say, "This is exactly how I planned on it!"

meh. guess we'll just go with the flow.

It never ceases to amuse me how we interact with one another as humans. We constantly have things we would love to say to certain people, but for a myriad of reasons we hold back. We bite our tongues, devising a strategy to deliver our message. This is not directed solely at confronting people with words; it is a much larger scale. We are driven by needs to connect, to be loved, to be accepted, and we are more often than not willing to sacrifice who we are and who we would like to be to obtain those needs. And while we all seem to be in the same boat, we frequently establish walls between our interactions, only to be opened with time and commitment like a small stream carving a canyon. Although I don't believe we could handle it otherwise. It seems as if we will always live with this strange dichotomy. No matter how much we talk about or long for authenticity, we will never be completely free and direct in all of our interactions. Oh well, we learn and we adapt - some better than others. Despite it's complexity, our interactions operate on a system and always will.

Thoughts?

I wish I blogged more. I have a lot of thoughts that seem like they should be remembered for later. Some for personal reasons; some communal. But alas, I do not seem to take the time to sit down and unjumble them to a coherent, written form. Perhaps it is indecisiveness, or maybe I just don't deem them as worthy to be shared as I'd like to imagine. So, now that that completely useless rambling is over, here's another design I recently did for personal enjoyment (not to mention trying to keep the rust off).

Most people who come across this blog have probably already read this, but for those of you who haven't...

http://joegabbard.blogspot.com/2008/09/pro-life.html

This post makes me think of something that I heard recently and has come up in multiple conversations the last few days. I don't give a horse's ass what you say is important to you, show me where you spend your money (or time) and I'll know what's important to you. Talk and rhetoric are starting to wear me out.