Atheist_Uprising's journal

Well I just broke up with my girlfriend. What can you do right? As stupid as it sounds she mentioned on one of her blogs that she met a "really nice guy" and that on one particular day she got "to talk to that guy which was the ONLY thing good that happened that day". Of course she has guy friends but doesn't this seem overly suspicious? I'm not the jealous type but... I can't see anyway around it with this one.
So I confronted her about it, not in person, we are currently separated by distance (ha, more than that now) and she's giving me the silent treatment. What do you women think is that proof of her guilt or is she just writing me off? I wish I was wrong it would feel so bad.

Another thing. So, as I mentioned we were separated by distance, the only way we got to talk was email and the phone. Recently she got a new job and claims to be very busy and it's hard for her to email me. I can except that. I went about 4 days without a simple hello and come to find out she had time to "email" other guys and she had time to go out dancing. Hey I don't blame her but it seems to me she put her friends above me. A simple hey how are you, this this and this happened today would have been fine.

Oh well, I'll get over it. The shitty part is I broke up with her, and somehow I feel bad about it. I guess I really just want her to admit it, or deny it for that matter.

THIS IS A STORY I'VE STARTED TO WRITE. DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO POST IT SO I DECIDED TO POST IT HERE. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK:

Theodore Richardson knew many things. Not all these things were useful, but he knew them nonetheless. Standing above a urinal taking a piss some of the things he knew came to mind. Ted knew that some dogs could smell through water, humans could not. He also knew that drainage pipes had bends in them, to trap water and keep out the bad smell. This particular urinal Ted was standing over did not, all this knowledge that he had didn’t help him. It still smelled like piss, which wasn’t pleasant. He also knew that if he was telling someone this, he would say it smelled like shit, but people would understand him because everyone knew that you didn’t shit in a urinal.
As was the case with most things Ted knew, they didn’t help him one bit. Of course Ted wanted to change that. He wanted to make the things he knew work for him. That was his new goal. His new year resolution, the new year wouldn’t be for another two months though, it was still January. He used to have goals and ambitions. Along with this he had intelligence which helped him learn things. Until he learned too much, and realized there wasn’t any reason to learn more, the questions would just grow exponentially, never ending. Then one day, yesterday, he had a moment of clarity. For all he knew he didn’t know shit. He was going to learn a new way. He was going to learn to live by learning to live a little.
One thing people never said about Theodore Richardson despite all he knew, was that he was a Know-it-all. Quite the opposite, life had made him humble. After pissing in the urinal without the bend in it, he went back to work behind the counter of the liquor store. He did this after washing his hands, Ted knew that if he didn’t wash his hands he could get Cryptosporidiosis a form of gastroenteritis which would require him to spend even more time washing his hands after he spent even more time sitting on a toilet shitting his brains out. Of course just because Ted knew all this, didn’t mean he had to think about it. Sometimes it was just easier to wash his hands.
As life would have it, moment of clarity or not Ted’s life was going to change regardless.

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Theodore lived in an Economically Deprived City, USA. Why? Because it was cheap, and Ted- despite all he knew, worked behind the counter at a liquor store making just above minimum wage. Some of the workers at the Sippin’ Dippities made minimum wage, but Ted made more. He was of course Assistant Manager with Management Potential. Other liquor stores hired Illegal Immigrants that made less than minimum wage. At this point in time minimum wage was $7.25. Money and titles that was something else everyone knew.
It was 10 O’clock on a Wednesday night, not a special day, a day After Clarity. 01 AC. Most stores were closed at that hour, not a liquor store though. People needed there booze.
Jeffrey Craig walked into the Sippin’ Dippity, which sounds like the name of a bar. Here though the sale of alcohol was perfectly legal but the consumption of alcohol was not. Jeffrey had no intention of buying or consuming liquor. Decked out in a ski mask carrying a Smith and Wesson snub nose .357 Magnum he was there for money. He needed the money, because he needed the drugs the money could buy. Such was the world of economics, supply and demand.
“Don’t fucking move man. Get your hands up. You don’t listen you die, you understand? I’ll kill you.” He would too. Jeffrey Craig had done it before.
“Yes, I understand.” Ted said, moving his hands slowly from below the desk. “Just tell me what you want.” Although he already knew what the man wanted.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut motha fucker. I do the talking here. Open up the cash register and step back.”
The walls were closing in on poor Theodore. His brain was shutting off, but his hands still managed to open up the cash register and step back. You could know everything and nothing at all and fear could still come up and grab you by the throat. Something Ted didn’t want to know but did and couldn’t help but picture was what a .357 caliber slug did to a humans face. He saw a picture of it online once. The internet wasn’t run the same way as the economy. Lots of supply for some things but very little demand.
Ted knew a little about the science of fear, yet this was the first time he had experienced the stark reality of fear in such great detail. Theodore once read a study that fear was stored in a part of the brain called the amygdala by way of fearful memories, stored there of course in code. This was tested of course on mice who were taught to fear a chime, this chime would indicate to them that they were about to be shocked. Once the amygdala of the little mice’s brain was removed, all the fear was removed with it. Mighty Mouse indeed.
His thumping heart and sweat running down Theodore’s face was an indicator he didn’t have the same luxury as The Mighty Mice. Then like that his eyes refocused and Ted realized he was all alone again. His hands were still up shaking, the gun was out of his face. The money was gone from the register and the criminal was gone. Slowly Theodore put his hands down and picked up the phone and dialed 911.