tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49911253338853294792011-11-27T17:17:51.749-06:00Your source for advice and discussion on social and relationship dynamics :).Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165630261392573233noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991125333885329479.post-63601067144788673352010-11-16T04:17:00.000-06:002010-11-16T04:17:29.518-06:00

My friend once told me that life is about living, not stressing.  but the only thing i can see to be true right now is that life is uncertain.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165630261392573233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991125333885329479.post-44799903296734262542010-09-01T21:49:00.001-05:002010-09-01T21:49:36.948-05:00

I’m listening to Pandora after a long absence, and when i hit play I hear a song that strikes me on a deep level.  The opening words send a sort of chill through my body, not because they are bad, rather they became associated with past emotions. “Tick tock, hear the clock countdown Wish the minute hand could be rewound So much to do and so much I need to say Will tomorrow be too late?”

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165630261392573233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991125333885329479.post-53479515944972859792010-06-05T05:51:00.000-05:002010-06-05T05:51:54.633-05:00

i really dislike the nights i just lay in bed unable to fall asleep.  ive been just laying in bed for almost 3 hours now.  I'm unsure what all the reasons are; however. i know that a major issue is school next fall. Needless to say, i /need/ to do well this coming semester.  It is, without a doubt, the climactic final fight, make it or break it, last and final chance to get back on track. That's

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165630261392573233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991125333885329479.post-6903906705042105962010-06-04T00:17:00.005-05:002010-06-04T00:25:22.081-05:00

A really smart girl once said those words to me. At a crossroads in my life when I desperately needed words of comfort, I received them. Every so often; however, I ask myself if the cost of losing a friend was worth it. ... We were never very good friends, and probably only according to the loosest definition of the term, but every now and then in life you come across a few good

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165630261392573233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991125333885329479.post-14395277747530381302009-05-15T08:16:00.007-05:002009-05-15T12:49:15.934-05:00

Yesterday I brought up a topic for discussion that I, at least hope (lol), you found interesting. Today I will expand on that and outline some things that you can do to make conversations with someone you like easier.(I can see the look of "finally he gets around to giving advice instead of asking questions all the time!" :P.)To review, I stated that calling someone you like can be a difficult

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165630261392573233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991125333885329479.post-54116986799323560012009-05-14T18:15:00.001-05:002009-05-15T08:16:34.963-05:00

Today I want to talk about a social dynamic that is ingrained into our society. Calling people that you like (as more than a friend) is more difficult than calling people that you are simply friends with.The question that comes to my mind is: why? By my logic, it should be easier to call someone precisely because we like them; however, this isn't the case in our society.Being nervous and

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165630261392573233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991125333885329479.post-71424238989739902012009-05-13T09:32:00.000-05:002009-05-14T19:08:20.726-05:00

The title of this blog post fit's right into the topic I want to briefly discuss today. Today I received an email from a friend asking a question that could potentially have an extremely long and drawn out answer :P. And a thought occurred to me that she may just have been asking a "casual question," or a question that doesn't really warrant a lengthy response. The most prevalent example would

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