Texty Texts

Texting is a wonderful invention.  It allows you to quickly and effortlessly communicate with anyone.  Effortlessly for anyone else, that is.

I may be the worst texter in the history of forever.  The way I think leads me down a dark, dark path when it comes to texting.  I tend to overthink things.  And by "things" I mean everything.  Instead of going with the flow of a verbal conversation, a text message allows me to sit back and articulate my thoughts.  For me, this turns out to be more of a curse than a blessing.  Texting to me is akin to an extreme sport.  It wears down your body and requires acute focus and the right mentality.

A typical example of my texting procedure is as followed:

After deciding on the content of a message a message, I type it out, just like anyone else.  But at this point, simple hitting "send" is not a option.  There are a multitude of additional checks that my message must pass before I dare send it.  I will sit there and edit it over and over again.  The words must flow perfectly.  The meaning must be unable to be misconstrued.  My attempts at humor must not suck.  The text must be an appropriate length.  And after summoning the courage to send the text, due to my inability to not overthink, there is approximately a 90% chance that I believe that I failed on all accounts.  And then all I have left is the prayer that what I sent wasn't the worst thing ever to be documented.  If I were to die right then and there, do I want my final words to be from a poor text message?

If I've ever had a text conversation with you, I guarantee that you were on the receiving end of a similar scenario.

A few weeks ago I saw an episode of How I Met Your Mother where Ted attempts to text his latest girl which immediately reminded me of my internal struggle:

 "I started things off with something cute and charming: "I was thinking about you, so I thought I'd send you a little texty text". And the moment I hit 'send', I realized, it wasn't cute at all. It was the lamest thing anyone has ever sent to anyone. And the worst thing about texting is that once you send it, you can never get it back."

Right in the feels.  And he's right.  You can never get it back.  It's out there for the NSA to mock forever.  Therefore, the saga continues...

Daddy's Home

It is done.  I am finally prepared to reveal my revamped blog to the public.  Welcome my children to Blizzard of Kozz.  If you are reading this for the first time, welcome.  Content on this blog varies wildly.  My main areas of interest, if the header wasn't descriptive enough, are the NHL, gaming, tech, music, film, and history.  For the most part, posts will consist of material related to these topics, be it simply passing along articles or videos I feel are worth sharing, or adding my snide commentary to news about said topics.  My life will also be mentioned from time to time, but who reads a blog to learn about the boring life of the author?  A lot of people?  Whatevs.

Actually I've been pretty committed to making some significant changes in my life as of late.  I've taken it upon myself to break my habit of being lazy and unmotivated.  I aimed to accomplish this by beginning to work out over the summer to give myself a goal and motivational tool.  So far it's worked splendidly.  I don't know if I should eventually expect physical results, but mentally each workout does a lot for me.  I will make a post detailing this more at some point in the future, but I'm not quite sure yet.  I'm not promising any more articles like I did last year because 90% of them never came to fruition.  If I can actually get some people to read the reborn blog I might actually keep up with it this time and write some articles from time to time whenever I'm bored (hence the revamp), but that remains to be seen.

To be continued after the break

Brave New World

As of two days ago I am on my second month of Netflix, making me a paying member.  I don't know how I lived my life before I joined.  It's like (almost) everything you want to watch is at your fingertips.  I hijacked some girl's account during the previous school year and used it to watch 7 seasons of The Office, but eventually she must have found out because one fateful day, I could no longer log on.  I was faced with a dilemma, and quickly realized I had no choice but to sign up for my own account.  And I've never looked back.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've done a lot of work on here today (i.e. did nothing all day) and need to kick back and watch a few episodes of How I Met Your Mother (i.e. continue to do nothing).