Random Thoughts by Ktownbuddha

It’s a funny thing and is often taken for granted. Very few people actually seek out the truth. We take it a face value that if enough people say something that it must be true. People no longer challenge pre-conceived notions to determine if they are in fact true. This is fine as long as the people spreading the “Truth” are objective, impartial and in fact have actually researched whether or not it is the “Truth”. Take the media for example. There are thousands of examples of US media propagating something so many times. The logic being that if they repeat it enough, people will believe it and it will become the “truth”. I think this is a truly sad state of affairs. Smear campaigns are organized and people take pride in bring people or ideas down based on nothing more than repetition and not facts. How do we get back to the good old days of making sure you have the proof before you spout your mouth or put pen to paper? This is exacerbated given current technology a

This is a post I started writing in my head on the way back from watching the Olympics. My travel companion was sleeping, and I didn't feel like listening to music, so I started formulating this in my head. Now then when my travel companion woke up, this post kind of got muddled in my head. So lets see what comes of this. And to those who care, this is a PG post until further notice. I believe we have 3 forms of thinking when we are doing or accomplishing something. Basically 3 states. They are Frantic, Hesitation and Natural. Ok first the frantic. This is when we press for something and are basically trying to hard. Case in point the Canadian men's hockey team when the played the US. Another example comes down to relationships. Sometimes people like the idea of something so much that they force it in their mind. Kind of like putting the round peg into a square hole. You may achieve some level of success when you are in this state of thinking, but really it is ineffi

I don't care for Christmas. Gift giving and gift receiving is part of Christmas. I have no problem giving gifts. In fact, I love giving gifts to those that are in my life and those who appreciate it. My problem is that I hate receiving gifts. I'm not too sure when this started. As a kid I loved receiving gifts. As a more mature person not so much. I feel awkward. I buy myself what I need or want, when I want it. So when somebody else does it I feel strange.

Ah, what a year it has been. The progress I've made is remarkable. The 2nd anniversary of my emancipation is just around the corner. In order to continue that progress its time to burn some shit. I've never done this, nor been part of one of these events but on the 15th I'm going to burn a bunch of pictures and shit. Should be fun. If you see some large flames in Kelowna on that evening, don't worry its all good. Any other suggestions are welcome.

Alright so I really didn't know what the whole thing was about until 2/3 of the way through the month. What rock have I been under? No clue. Anyhow so I usually sport a goatee but I detest the moustache. I hate it poking into my lip, but in support of prostate cancer I let it grow out anyway. My problem lies in the rules. Are you supposed to let it grow for the entire month untrimmed? If that is the case then I'm in trouble next year. I'm can grow facial hair at a pretty decent rate. I usually trim my goatee several times a week. Well if any of you know, please let me know.

So I've been writing this little blog for a while. I started it for pure shits and giggles, but now find it kind of therapeutic. Originally I spread the word to people as I talked to them, and had kept the readership quite small. Part of me was always hoping for a bigger readership but I was worried what people I knew would think. There is some messed up stuff on here and, unfortunaletly, all of it is true. Yesterday I put the link on my Facebook so that more of my friends could find it and read it if they want to. I was shocked at how quickly I started getting responses. Now then part of me is conflicted over the new readership. I am a little concerned about a few people reading this as it may come back to bite me in the ass. Those of you know me know that I usually wouldn't be concerned about that; however, until I have a few things wrapped up I'd rather they didn't read this. I guess only time will tell if those people find this. I do have an interesting question. I

So I have been chatting with a good friend of mine, and she refers to me as Debbie Downer. Now I know I'm not always happy, but I do try and be up beat, because really what do I have to be down about? So I will take this time to self criticize on my path to enlightenment. This weekend I found myself back in the booze blues a bit. I was a little sick as well, but two nights of drinking kind of caught up to me on Saturday. Now then I had a great time and even enjoyed playing the card game asshole. I love that game!!! I hadn't played it in ages. Damn its fun and quite noisy. And something about me likes to be loud. Sometimes I take it too far and get a little carried away, but that's me. I never seem to know where the line is until I've crossed it. Why is that I wonder? Now back to the downer part. I think the reference stems from me trying to balance things out. If a person has a conversation with me about how something they have done upsets them, and they are