My inability to play

I have always been a loser in the literal sense (as to the general sense, I can't comment). I lose at basically any game I play. In fact, I can't think of the last time I played a game I was better at than those around me. I don't win at card games, I don't win at computer games, I don't win at sports- in general, I just don't win.

I think that is why I react differently than my brother Glade. He really wants to win, and he usually does, because he is very driven and talented; when he doesn't, he can become angry and then will try harder the next time. I don't have the drive he has, and so even though I want to win, I tend to be more embittered and disgruntled than angry and demand a rematch. I find more and more that I don't really enjoy playing with other people, because every time, I lose. Sadly, I find that I am not mature enough to handle that, even though I thought by this time I would be able to.

Reflections on Adam

So I was thinking about Adam, and it occurred to me that, in reality, I've been thinking about it all wrong.

Adam had the easiest life ever.

Think about it. He didn't have to grow stuff for a long time. God personally set him up with the perfect woman (no dating problems! No wondering if she was the right one! No having to play the game!). He never worried about what to wear. He was given one rule to follow, which he proceeded to break- and it turned out to be fine, even great and necessary, that he did so. Even after he left the garden, what was he tempted to do? Steal? From who? Sleep around? With who? Envy? Envy who?

Say what you will- Adam got a lot of slack.

Clayton's engaged

So my cousin, best friend and apartmentmate Clayton is engaged. It is an odd thing for me, especially considering the fact that he's about my age. I don't really know how to react- I'm very happy for him, of course, but it's still really odd to me. It makes me feel old.

My generation is all getting married. Half of my best friends from high school are now either married or engaged.

My Phone

So I flew through L.A.X. yesterday, and got caught up in the Rose Bowl crowd (mostly Oregonians). As I went through the security checkpoint, there was a problem with my laptop, so I had to run it through again. As I was dealing with that, my cell phone got picked up and put in a time-locked drop box for valuables. None of the people there could open it, and I was unable to get in for my phone. The phone will not be available until Monday morning, meaning I am going to have to start school without my phone.

Luckily, I was able to get a hold of Heather and still get home happily.

I am trying to be stoic, and in reality, it isn't too bad.