Ahhh....Progress

The Price of Progress

It really sucks to be great sometimes. (Yes, that sounds REALLY arrogant, but I couldn't find a better way to put that.) This is particularly true when the people around you have no real sense of what it means to be above average. And THIS is why I hate my current job and my current surroundings in general. People who are satisfied with their own mediocrity have no positive investment in your success. In fact, some of them are threatened by the idea that someone else might want ot achieve great things (i.e. "How dare you think you can achieve more than me?") and it really makes you want to cut these people off. But what happens when these people are your family members?

Funny V-Day

So I have quite a few exes, just given the topsy-turvy nature of both gay relationships and 18-24 year old relationships in general, but very few are of any real note. But this Valentine's Day, I got a call from one of the noteworthy ones. I was with this guy for the spring and summer of 2005. He was a very nice guy, a bit selfish, childish, and lacking a bit of perspective (the kid kept telling me he would've gone to Princeton, but didn't really like it; mind you, he was a student at a community college when he told me this. Ummm....nobody opts for a community college over an Ivy. You might opt for a Stanford or WashU or Morehouse, but NOT anybody's community college). But whatever the case, he was my boo and we had a really good relationship and a REALLY bad breakup. He loved me, but he didn't have enough time for me. So when I decided we should end it, he cried and he cried hard. He couldn't even bear to hear my voice for months. But, whatever the case, we chilled twice in the spring of 2006 and he was, at that point, in a relationship with an older man who he seemed to really like. Well, he called me on v-day to tell me how much he missed me and how the older man couldn't compare. :-D Suffice it to say that it put a smile on my face, but more importantly, it really made me wonder what would've happened if I had been in Jersey and we could've reconciled. Hmm.....interesting.