Tales of the socially Inept.

It’s sad really, I have no clue when it comes to dating. I work strange hours, I’m very shy until I get to know someone. I seldom leave my house; I never date, well-meaning friends want to hook me up, With sometimes embarrassing consequences. This Co-Worker wanted to set me up with a friend of his wife. I talked to the Lady a few times on the phone, things seemed to be slowly progressing. My Friend got really excited about the whole thing, He pressured me into meeting the woman, to get Him of my back,I agreed to a blind Date. The four of us, Thom and his soon to be ex-wife, myself and the poor victim. I had a pounding migraine/ Sinus headache, exacerbated by nerves, thing were going o.k until it was time to pay, it was a Buffet, you paid before you ate. It never entered my mind that I was supposed to pay for Her Meal as well. I was too miserable to think of much of anything. After a painfully uncomfortable Dinner, I managed to get out of there somehow. I sent her an email apologizing, She said “it’s best we go are separate ways.” I never heard from her again. I guess some people don’t change that much from when they were in High School.



I was nine or ten years old when I was diagnosed with Dyslexia. I spent years in Special Education; My reading and writing were   exactly backwards. My Parents would hold my school work up to a mirror so they could read what I wrote. Enlightened Doctors and Social Workers told my Parents that I would never amount to anything; at most I might be in a group Home somewhere, and I would never be a real productive person. I worked very hard and I had a lot of good support from my Siblings and Parents. I did learn to read and write, My handwriting still sucks, but people can sort of read it. I never did learn math though. I have a High School Diploma and three years of college. I think I have done a little better than a group home or an assisted living center. dyslexics are not slow or stupid, they can learn, A good support system and consistent instruction I think are key. The most important things the Dyslexic can do is work hard and never lose faith in himself and the abilities he has.


Where does creativity come from? I am amazed by Writers like Stephen King, who can consistently produce quality work year after year, when an aspiring writer like myself, can’t even get a concept of an idea on paper. I have had different ideas for manuscripts, most of them I discarded. One reason I started this blog, was that I wanted to practice writing. The only way to learn is to practice. Blogging several times a week seems like a good way to practice. Hopefully, while Blogging, I can find a story to write. If nothing else,My typing skills should improve.


Judging others.

I am increasingly tired of Relativism, The idea that there are no absolutes, and “it’s all how you look at it.” What really irks me, is when People take Biblical Scripture and misquote it to suit their own ends; For example, People often quote Mathew 7:1 ” Judge not, that Ye be not judged.” This verse is cited as an excuse to condone certain behaviors. Mathew 7:5 is seldom quoted with 7:1, It states,”Thou Hypocrites, first cast the beam out of thine own eye; and then thou shalt see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy Brother’s eye”. To me, this says that one should not be silent when it comes to wrong doing; however, one should make sure they are walking the right path before condemning someone else. It bothers me, that people who are clearly in the wrong, have their way in this country because good people wont stand up, I am just as guilty as anyone when it comes to that. What is needed, is for people to stand up for what is right. The problem is, People increasingly don’t know what right is.


I want to write.

When I was nine or ten years old, I was diagnosed with Dyslexia. I had difficulties with reading and math. With years of Special Education,I learned to read quite well, I was reading at a College level before I entered High School, to this day,I suck at math. I love reading,reading can take me to places I will never go,and do things I will never do. I have always wanted to write novels for the same reason, only to take my Readers to other worlds. To move People and Entertain them,too me, would be the neatest thing,if my writing made money,that would be neat too. There are obvious problems with this, Grammar and Syntax, Sentence agreement and other Mechanical issues I can deal with, Content is another matter, Do I have a story to tell, Can I entertain and enlighten? This is what I will discover one way or another.