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Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the different paths people take in their lives and how they end up where they are. When I was in college, it seemed that everyone I was around was from here and on a similar path that I was. Even after I graduated, it seemed that I was still surrounded by people who were from here and doing the exact same thing I was doing. Then people started to move off, people moved back, I met new people, I started hanging out with different circles of friends, and before too long I had surrounded myself with all sorts of wonderful people from a lot of different backgrounds who have done a lot of different things. In fact the majority of my friends now aren’t from Nashville. I have friends from Memphis, Mississippi, California, Illinois, Ohio, Knoxville, Georgia, etc. I actually joke when meeting new people that I’m one of the few people you’ll meet in Nashville who are actually from here.

While I’m not knocking the path I’ve taken and/or where I’m at in my life, I just wonder if I’ve missed out a little. I know that because I moved around a lot when I was younger I’ve been hesitant pull up the roots I’ve established and go forth into the world and see what is out there. Sometimes though the idea of moving away to a new city sounds like a wonderful adventure.

Perhaps somewhere out on the West Coast where it doesn’t ever rain.

Yesterday during lunch I took a sport coat to Men’s Warehouse to have some alterations done. As I was pulling up, I noticed this young couple walking in. At first glance I could tell they were a little rough looking, but then I saw that the girl didn’t have on any shoes. It was then that I realized that they were just dirty.

I know that times are tough and not everyone has a lot of money, but to go into a store (specifically a men’s dress apparel store) barefoot is another thing all together. Surely, she could afford some $5 Old Navy flip-flops.

As for the guy she was with; at some point did he not think to mention to her that perhaps she might want to put some shoes on? Doesn’t he know she can catch worms like that? Gross!

Some people amaze me.

FYI: The young couple was at Men’s Warehouse to pick out tuxedos for their upcoming wedding.

As I was walking into the bathroom at work this man says to me, “Come on in. I saved a seat for you.”

I’ve been told this guy in this Discover Card commercial looks like me.

I’m not so sure…

The following is an instant message conversation between two of my friends at work.

Coworker 1:
   I feel like sushi.

Coworker 2:
   Yum!

Coworker 1:
   A crap roll would be so great right now.

Coworker 2:
   I don’t know about you but I would never eat a crap roll…

Coworker 1:
   Aww they’re so good!

Last Saturday I went to Big Lots in search of barstools for the island in my kitchen. Sadly Big Lots did not have anything close to what I was looking for. But since I was out I decided to go into Thrift Smart, which is a thrift store that is in the same shopping center as Big Lots.

While there I stumbled upon a huge quantity of neck pillows. I couldn’t help but find the sheer number of neck pillows to be somewhat odd. Especially since the inventory of thrift stores comes entirely from donations.

I guess the lesson learned is that people don’t really need neck pillows.

Today at the Titans game some of the trashiest people I have ever seen in my life sat behind me. While I do love an absurd situation, it was literally a little too much for me. To give you an idea of these people here’s a list of things that they did.

1. They had the beer they snuck in confiscated by the users.
2. They used the word MFer in every sentence and I mean every sentece. ex: That was a bad MFing call! It’s MFing hot out here. I need a MFing beer. What MFing time is? That’s my girlfriend, she’s such a MFer.
3. They talked about how they actually got thrown out of Titans game before… Seriously, how do you even get thrown out of a major sporting event? Seriously?
4. Although they were white, they referred to each other as their N word constantly.
5. They spilled some random guy’s nachos and laughed about it… I know if those were my nachos, I’d be pissed (I say this because I had some nachos at the game and they were awesome).
6. They repeatedly tried to start chants in the stands that were full of obscenities… Mainly MFer.
7. They tried to pick several fights with people wearing Jacksonville jerseys. Even old people.

However, to give them some points, I was surprised when one of them used the word “egregious” to describe a call made by the referee. But then he finished the sentence by calling the ref a Mfer.

Sunday night, Manish and I went to Pie In The Sky to eat pizza, drink beer, and watch the Lakers game. However, when we sat down at the bar we were surprised to find that while the game was on, womens college softball (UCLA vs. Georgia) was clearly taking precedence over the Lakers game (It was on the middle TV and the volume was blaring). It was then that I looked around and noticed that out of the five other groups of people that were there with us, two were “lady couples”.

Manish and I would walk into the one bar where the clientele are ladies that are probably in domestic partnerships, are rocking short hair cuts, have life insurance policies naming each other as their beneficiary, and own a home together.

While that’s cool, if go in again and we’re watching the LPGA, I’m going to suggest that we start going to a different bar a little further up the road that shows sports that people actually care about.

About a month ago I was having some really bad acne breakouts. Since I’m 25, have good health insurance, and was fed up with it, I went to see a dermatologist. He gave me a prescription for some antibiotics, warned me of the dangers of sun exposure while taking them, and told me to come back in a month if I didn’t see a change.

A month went by and I still didn’t have the great skin that I was expecting. So I went back to visit the dermatologist again, and this time he basically told me to be patient because the medicine was working and to quit my whining. Also, he gave me a prescription for another medicine that oddly enough can be used to treat malaria. Also, thanks to wikipedia, I know that it can come in pill form as well as a vaginal suppository.

I’m glad my doctor prescribed it to me in the form of a topical gel.