I’ve been reading someone’s blog lately, someone who posts about the same random stuff I post about, someone who posts more than me, and someone who, I didn’t know until I read the blog, is pretty similar to me.

Because of the sheer volume in posts, I skip over anything that isn’t particularly interesting to me. I imagine that’s what most/some of you do for my blog as well. Too many posts makes the content…trivial. If I were reading my own blog, I’d probably skip over the LOLs posts and read the interesting, well thought out ones, of which there are few. Though to be fair, some of you may like the LOLs and ignore the other posts…so I guess it’s okay to have the balance.

Despite taking a lot of time and sometimes a lot of effort to write posts, I realize that lately I’ve been trying to force others to read my blog in the same way those religious people try to make me believe about sh!t. Honestly speaking, I do sort of guilt others into reading my blog. Like a child, trying to get people to do things for the wrong reasons. I’m going to have to watch out for that, it’s not a good quality to have. My blog is important to me but my blog is not important to you. I have to make an effort to remember that.

Part 2:

I too often have high expectations of everyone and equally often, they let me down. But it’s not their fault, it’s mine. Everyone’s only human but I often put them on a pedestal…until they disappoint me enough that they fall off it. I can think of only a handful of people in my life that still remain on that pedestal but they’re not people I know that well, it’s probably that I just haven’t given them enough time and opportunity to disappoint me. I admire those who are truly…good people. There aren’t many out there…Zena’s godmother comes to mind when I think of a very loving, truly good person. But I don’t know her that well. It’s rare in the world we live in to find an untainted light. Being cruel, negative, selfish….that’s easy. Being genuinely good……that’s difficult…and rare.

Side Note…but possibly very interesting:
It might be why I like Itachi from Naruto…despite being a mass murderer…in my eyes, he’s a very good person (I guess you have to know the story to understand that sentence….). Even before Itachi’s origin is explained by Madara, I thought he might be a good person. There was something about him, some things that didn’t make sense….He was powerful but never really hurt anyone other than Sasuke, of whom he had reason to (in an ends justify the means sort of way). He also spoke very politely. I was really happy when his origin was revealed and I confirmed what I thought about him. It would be revealed that he was bad on the outside, good on the inside. It reflects me and the way I’d like to be, as well as the way I dress.
I wear dark/black on the outside, and light/white on the inside. When I’m walking around, alone, I really…try to look unfriendly, unapproachable, cold on the outside. I try to convey “eyes that have been out in the rain too long”. But as soon as I’m approached, I’m very friendly, very polite, very nice. I try to be as helpful as I can and I always have a smile on my face. Something about seemingly bad guys being good…just…relates to me.

Part 3 (this goes after the last paragraph, ignoring the blockquote):
It might be why I love being around Zena…her…light hearted attitude brightens the darkness inside me.

Until I met Zena, I always thought that I would end up with someone similar to me. Someone equally fracked up, someone who hates sh!t and people like I hate sh!t and people, someone who understands me. But…that would never work. Two jaded, cynical people would just….be jaded and cynical together. But that’s not happiness.

A lot of times, people try to find things in common with the person they’re infatuated with. They think: “We both like movies, we can watch movies together!” or “We both like rock climbing, we can go rock climbing together!”. Zena and I have talked about this a number of times but we have almost nothing in common.
She loves to cook. I hate to cook.
She wants to travel. I don’t want to travel.
She likes going out. I don’t like going out.
She’s happy, outgoing. I’m <insert negative trait here>, introverted.
She has facts about cooking, science, daily news. I have facts about comics, anime, math, technology.
and now, She plays WoW. I don’t play WoW.
Given our difference in lifestyle, I’m shocked and surprised we’ve lasted as long as we have. When you look at us and the type of people we are, we don’t work. There’s no connection. There’s no similarities. From an objective point of view, I would look at us and think we’d never last.

But when people see us together and the way we interact (and it’s not to brag, I’ve had a number of people tell me this)…we have this…very unique dynamic and people can see that we just…work.

All that stuff about the similarities we don’t have, the differences…none of that matters. And I may be wrong, I am by no means any type of relationship pro….but the key with us is that we complement each other well. I’m not sure what she loves about me but I love her BECAUSE she’s different from me. Because she makes me do stuff I wouldn’t generally do. I make her watch shows she wouldn’t watch on her own (Hikaru no Go, Initial D, and now: Battlestar Galactica). She makes me watch stuff I wouldn’t watch on my own (Gilmore Girls, the Sex and the City movie, Wicked – the musical, Julie and Julia). She brings me out to try new things. She teaches me about tons of information that I generally don’t know or care about. It’s a life-long process of complementation (and yeah, I’m as surprised and -_-; as you are that this non-existing word actually makes a sort of sense given what I’ve written). We’re fundamentally different people. And that’s why we work together. I always thought “Birds of the feather flock together” would work…it makes logical sense to me, and it’s what I’d always believed in. I’m quite surprised that this “Opposites attract” thing is working…

Note: Doh, Complementation IS a word…it involves genetics and…homerzygous simpsomething. I still like my use of it though…