Starting our duties as a Nielsen family today. The free $30 is nice, but having a hand in potentially getting rid of shitty reality shows is even nicer.
TOPolk Trivia: While I have no clue where my original #GameBoy is (at my parent’s house…), I keep my GBA SP in my car at all times. It’s always ready to save me from a dull moment (when I’m not driving of course). #gameboy25th #nintendoenthused
turn-sunwise replied to your photo “Going HAM on Easter Brunch…without any actual ham. #webrunchhard”
I am seriously jealous of the amount of grits in your life.
Validation that I’m living life to the fullest.
In high school, I was a smart kid. School was my thing as it came rather easy to me. Most people were OK with this or frankly didn’t care…except this one kid, TA. TA was your prototypical late 90s high school bully. He would talk shit to any and everyone except for the people he was cool with. For whatever reason, I got into his cross hairs and freshman year gym class was anything but pleasant. Whenever he bothered to come to class I could count on being teased for missing a shot in basketball or for being the one of the slowest kids to finish the mile run (note: basketball and running are still not my strong point to this day). I would ignore him more times than not because TA was an annoyance more than anything. Frankly, he wasn’t worth ‘laying hands’ over or returning his insults.
Over time, I forgot about TA. I would see him in the hallway or in the cafeteria talking to his sister (who was the nicest person) or in the middle of a fight, but our paths didn’t cross very often after sophomore year. As our hometown is only but so big, I still wound up hearing about him over the years. Either through friends or through facebook, I heard he had been charged as an accessory to a murder, wound up fathering a couple (count: 4) kids, gotten married, and was now working at a furniture store. While the murder charge was unexpected, the rest was. This is not a slight to him as it is our hometown. If you stay, odds are, there’s only one path for you. Somewhat sadly, TA’s path ended last month when he was shot in the chest outside of a nightclub.
One can’t help but ask, why is a 33-year old man with four children and a wife hanging out at some hole in the wall nightclub? A nightclub that was known for repeated incidents over the last decade? And having known him personally, I can’t help but wonder if he was still running his mouth off when he wasn’t supposed to.
I’ve been known to hold a grudge for a long time. Thankfully, I’ve made my peace with anyone who has ever wronged me or anyone I’ve ever wronged, except TA. For him I just always hoped that one day he would learn to be a better person. Frankly, I just hoped that he would grow up. Unfortunately for him and his family and friends, TA remained the same person he was fourteen years ago. Some people never learn. I can only hope that others learn will learn from his mistakes.