Number 5: "A video a day gets you a visit to the eye doctor"

Great video, huh? Now I don't even have to write anymore because I can just say it and upload the video. Nah, I appreciate the look and feel of text too much, even if it is not on paper but a glaring bright white computer screen.

So over the past couple of days I have encountered a mental crisis that I hardly expected. It is nothing of serious consequence, but rather something of a seemingly trivial nature. You see, since I moved here to Atlanta I have found it increasingly difficult to listen to music. It is not a result of a lack of resource, no I have multiple avenues with which to facilitate, but rather a lack of desire. Today I sat scrolling through my Itunes library, an unnecessarily large amount of music (nearly 15 GB; believe me, I feel guilty for using so much and have made a commitment to start giving memory to the needy), for nearly half an hour, debating on what to listen to. But nothing suited my fancy.

This is where the problem lies: everything I own was purchased in Oklahoma, amongst friends, family, enemies, lovers, haters, and skaters, so it all carries with it these emotional ties. Eventually these ties will be necessary, so that I can listen to songs and reminisce and remember the good ol' days with you, but I have tried very hard to make myself emotionally apathetic for the time being. As unreasonable as that may sound, you will soon understand that it is best for me to do so.

I love the people and places back in Oklahoma, but I am not there right now. I am in Atlanta, and that is where my head needs to be. I will never be able to grow to love where I am at now, the people and the church and my new apartment, if I try desperately to hold onto the past. That would only drive me into depression, and I do very good work when I am depressed.

Please don't read this as my way of communicating that I don't want to talk to you anymore. That is not the case at all, and in fact I really do appreciate hearing a familiar voice.