Ideas, Ideas, Ideas

Ideas Are The Foundations Of Things

Along with thinking that the world should be one giant happy swimming pool (I'll explain that later), I also think that ideas are also the foundations of many other things. But it's not always guaranteed that all ideas come together without friction to form one foundation of something.

Ideas can be many things. They can be alike. They can be different. They vary from ideas of very small importance to ideas that could change the world. When you put one idea with another idea, there are two possible outcomes. You either get one beautiful thing. Or you get two different ideas that are fighting each other constantly.

The second option is basically what's happening in my family.

My family thinks that I have a problem with overusing the comptuter too much, so my dad came up with the idea to give me three hours a day on the computer to do whatever I want. My mom seemed to agree with the idea, but after a short span of just a few days, she started going against my dad's idea.

And this has been going on for a while and the constant arguing puts everybody into a sulky mood.

So here is where I am. In a semi-sulky mood. Sitting in a chair. And talking to a computer.

I'm A Coward

This kind of ties into the first story because it involves a cousin of mine named Michael (I hope he doesn't read my blog). I'm a coward. A real coward. When you look at me on the outside, you probably think, "Kevin can stand up to most things.", but the truth is, there is only one thing that I seriously cannot stand up to.

Michael.

Michael disagrees with my dad's idea (this is where it starts tying into the other story), but they dont't really make much contact, so it's more of a I-know-you-think-this-but-I-can't-yell-at-you battle. But Michael still plays a big role in how much computer time I get.

I personally think that Michael is too serious. I mean, he's an awesome cousin and all, but sometimes he can really tick me off.

Whenever I get into trouble or whenever I'm using the computer and he calls, I always get into a serious talk with him. He always uses, "Your mom and dad didn't buy that computer for you to play on." and othe phrases that start off, "Your mom and dad..."

The thing is, I KNOW all that stuff. I know that he's trying to burn that into my brain, but it's ALREADY BEEN.

He doesn't intimidate me with all that. He can't boss me around. I will get my three hours.

But the truth is, he does intimidate me. He does boss me around. And I usually don't get those three hours.

So I'm a coward for not standing up to him. But seriously, I've been trying to. Lately whenever he calls me to check on what I'm doing (and most of the time he calls when I'm using the computer), I've been saying, "Why?" and such and such and I think it's kind of having an impact. Hopefully I'll finally be able to stand up to him.

Done Another Post

I'm just thinking, "I'm done now!" and that I probably should go clean my fish's tank soon (and I will after I finish off this post). I want to seriously thank you if you've stuck through this story with me becuase it's comforting to know that people out there are reading this.

Still in that sulky mood, so you can't really expect a good number out of me. But I'd say I'm a 7 today. Went for a jog in the morning with my brother and mother and I'm feeling okay right now. Kind of nervous as to what my dad will do with my computer password (I had to give it to him).

"An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all." - Oscar Wild