i guess it's all relative

I used to go on a lot of mission trips and help fix up people’s homes. Something about tearing down walls and nailing shingles down is really manly. It makes me want to go build something.

The people, whose houses we fixed up, were always so appreciative of us helping them. It was nice, to see how we impacted their lives. It was also nice, for someone to put a hammer in my hands and give me permission to let loose.

Love begets love. I think there’s a lot of truth in that statement.

Last year, some guy spilled a beer in my room and killed my laptop. I finally got in contact with him and he agreed to pay for half the price a new one, which was something like $400. Somewhere down the line he felt like he was being used and shorted me a hundred.

I wanted to break down every door in the city and beat the living hell out of him. It was so tempting. I almost hired a lawyer to win what would have been a very easy case. Instead I just thought about it and got more frustrated with the entire situation. Looking over the conversation we had, makes me angry again. At some point he told me to get a job if I needed the money. It was never about the money. Not really.

Hate begets hate. I think there’s a lot of truth in that statement.

In a way, life is just a reflection of yourself. That’s powerful stuff.