Cross Respect

I had a really awesome talk at dinner today about the difference between intimidation and respect. Let me explain; the group of us that were debating this have a certain friend. Now our mutual friend is a great person and has a great moral code. The problem is that our friend friend expects everybody to hold to that moral code, well at least in their presence. So we as friends are presented with a problem. We can simply conform to the ideology of our friend, or we can speak our mind.

If we speak our mind, our friend becomes angry, and even goes to the length of shunning us. If we conform, then its not us, it's our friend's idea of how we need to be. I hold that that is a form of intimidation. 

My friend KT (not the high moral one) holds that its not intimidation but respect, respect for our mutual friend (you know what they need a name, how about Cross? ya that seems to suit nicely) any how KT says it's a respect thing for Cross, and that I need to bring down my ego.

Now I'll admit my ego is rather inflated, but I still hold that respect is a two way street, and that Cross should be as accepting of my lifestyle as I am of the high moral code that lords over me every time Cross is in the room.

You know maybe it is my ego, maybe what im feeling is not so much a fear of appeasement as a lack of respect, because respect is a two way street isn't it? I guess I'm unhappy with the level of respect that I get from Cross. I feel more like I'm being treated like a child then a friend. 

So the question is: How do you deal with a friend, who cares about you, but still treats you like you're not good enough? 

                      MORONICALLY YOURS,

                                                                     Zedman

Ice Cream Sandwiches And A Jazzy Christmas

First off Hurray for actually posting again on this blog! Seriously i didn't know if i would, but sadly I'm finding less and less people to talk to, so I guess this is becoming my imaginary friend of sorts. 

Second I've decided to clear up some confusion, and post my Ice Cream Sandwich Recipe!

All you need is: A white bread bun (the bigger the Nom-Nomier), a jar of chocolate spread (I use Cadbury, but any kind will do!), vanilla ice cream (it's important you use vanilla, chocolate just doesn't do much when combined with the spread), and toffee sauce (any kind of sauce will do but toffee is delicious). After you've got the ingredients: Spread the chocolate spread across the inside of the bun (both halves!). The spread acts as a sealant and gets rid of that sponge bread taste. Next add your vanilla, i like to make it paddy shaped! Finally drizzle your sauce on. There you go! I know it may look weird but I like them. NOTE: if you're hesitant about using bread, gram crackers rock the house at making sandwiches!

If you have a funky recipe, Post it in the comments! The weirder the better!

One of the unique and fun things about living in a dorm is the stories of each others families. One of the interesting things is that if you ever ask somebody to describe their family you will never hear a bad adjective. It's funny, but whenever we think about our family we remember the goofy, obnoxious, and hilarious times. Its not because we purposely edit out the bad things, we just dont think about them first. 

Right now im listening to one of my friends Skype her sister, and they're fantastic. Im sure they have their problems, maybe they fight a lot, but simply because they haven't seen each other in a long time they do nothing but joke and have fun. 

I don't know what it is about families, but the farther we get from them, the more we want to move back. I'm not sure if I believe that last statement perhaps its time not distance, or maybe its because Christmas is around the corner. I think I'm starting to really understand why Christmas is so important. 

Best Quote of the day comes from Jazzy "Did I tell you how i describe scotch? Taste like water, burns like FIRE,"

                  MORONICALLY YOURS,
                                                                Zedman

19 going on 4

I recently had my 19th birthday, and by recently I mean several months ago. (hey thats recent compared to the 80 odd years that I plan to live). There I was, sitting in my room eating bad pizza, watching a crappy action film and an idea walked up and cock-punched me: "I AM AN ADULT". Indeed I was and am now considered to be of "legal" adulthood. The strange thing was i was still wearing the same clothes and eating the same crappy food. No test were administered, no challenges need to be completed.

When I was still old enough to think that life doesn't get better then catapulting my friends from see-saws, I thought that at a certain age people just became cool. As if on the exact anniversary of my birth several years from then, i would be struck by a bolt of lightning and become beset by adoring fans, (but no girls because back then it was a know fact that girls were "icky"). However, years went by, and no lightning bolt came. All the pre-teen fantasy novels and comic books were wrong; I was never bit by a radiated spider, I never got an alien power ring. I did, however, mutate, but i think thats better known as puberty.

An boy, were those the days. pumped full of hormones, I began to grow hair in areas that i didn't want it, and upon failing to will it to stop growing, convinced myself that i was slowly turning into a wolf. For a full week i began to learn how to hunt for food. Every voice crack convinced me that my "howl" was coming along nicely. It was only when my mother discovered my in an attempt to comune with my three year old Golden Retriever, did she explain that my mutation was completely normal. 

Thats when it truly hit me, this must be how people become cool, and the coolest people are singers in bands. It was this reasoning that led me to choir, and it was the voice cracks that lead me out of choir. Obviously my new "coolness" was based on something else, perhaps sports. I signed up for basketball tryouts. Those tryouts taught me two things: after growing six inches in a year, you foot coordination goes out the window, and second, gravity plus gym floor equals broken tooth (it was a baby tooth, so it was ok). with little else to turn to I did what every unskilled teenager with no release for the tidal wave of hormones pulsing through their body does, got angst.

If there was a bigger duche on the playground, i didn't know them. Turning by spoon sharp wit on my fellow sixth graders, I proceded to prove that just because you have no talent, doesn't mean you have to be humble (upon review I did listen to a lot of Kanye back then). It wasn't until i realized that i had become somewhat of a joke that I realized that there is no bolt of coolness.

Just like there is no bolt of coolness, there is no test for adulthood. There's no license of maturity required, adults are just taller, hairier kids. Originally that thought gave me shivers. Kids in charge of countries, kids in charge of the nuclear weapons, and kids in charge of our society. We are all just children with beards, and a firm belief in the word "adult". But then i turned it on myself, what makes me different now, then back then.

Experience, thats the difference. children don't experience the need for critical thinking, and making choices. As a child everything is laid out for us, and as a teenager we get bored of that and fight for our own choices. As adults we are opened to an infinite amount of choice, each one defining us. 

Ill be honest, having to make choice scares the hell out of me, but i still do it because if I don't, I can no longer define myself, and that scares me a lot more. 

    MORONICALLY YOURS,

                                             Zedman