The Holtonian

So much to say and no one around to listen

I have so much on my mind right now, still dang upset about Rob U. Wifey had a job interview with a real estate firm today for an administrative assistant job. We're really hoping and praying she gets this job it would be perfect for her personality and she'd love it. Out of 72 applicants she got an interview, which is good, and she's the only recent college grad to get an interview so we'll see. It'd be great if she got it because then we could carpool to work. The place is right next to Cigna downtown which would also allow us to get rid of hopefully both our cars and get a new one that works and looks better. I started looking through one of those free car magazines today that is one of those free magazines that has cars for sale in them. I salivated all over it. With low interest rates and two cars to trade in we feel we could probably get a good deal on a car and get a good deal of a car. The problem is if she doesn't get the job we're stuck where we are, which is better than no where I constantly remind myself.

Work has been tough trying to understand so many different concepts in such a quick span of time is hard to manage. Wednesdays always seem to be the worst; its so far from the fun of last weekend and as equally far from the coming liberty of the next weekend.
I've been mulling over a post about friendships for the past few weeks. Talking about friendships, especially in this format, is difficult because all your friends, aquaintences, or people who think you're their best friend but in reality you hardly know them; they all feel that you're speaking about them. DISCLAIMER: THIS BLOG IS ABOUT NO ONE IN PARTICULAR ITS JUST ME RAMBLING... but you should know that by now after reading any of my previous posts.
Wifey and I were talking about how you can almost judge how a person views your friendship by whether they call you up or not to do anything. Maybe view isn't the best term, but if you have a friend who you feel very close to are you the one always calling them to do something? Or is it more 50/50? Sometimes I feel if I were to actually sit by the phone and wait for a friend to call that I'd probably die of boredom. (I regret saying some of this because now every friend I have will feel obligated to call me).
But honestly I can say that some friends I have are never initiators there merely initiated. If I were to ever want to do something with them then I'd have to call. I wonder do they just not think of doing things with me--very probable due to my extreme boringness and dorkiness. However, I'm pretty sure that my inadequacies are not to blame, merely I think there are people who are initators, people who are iniated, and those who just sort of follow around. I'm kind of the first and last of those three. With some friends of mine I feel like I have to take a caddle prod to the friendship every few weeks just to see if its alive, which is not a bad thing--I'm the initator their the initated, I"m the farmer, their the cow... Now to take this analogy over the threshold of sanity: If the friendship goes bad, I (the farmer) kill the cow(my friend) and have a steak dinner.
Then there are the times I get swept up into the group and follow the crowd to the movies, bowling alley, or some crap Mexican restaurant down town that isn't really mexican at all and if it were to have a nick name it would be Crap-doba.
A lot of people have hobbies, me I've never really thought to much of them. I find them to be too expensive. I like to play golf but again too much $$$ for my empty wallet. I also like video games but I find it hazardous to my health, meaning wifey beats me when I play too often. Wifey is similar she likes to sew somewhat but it costs money, something in short supply at the Holton Ranch. So what "hobby" do we like to occupy our time with? Our friends. To speak in crass terms (Do i ever not speak in crass terms?) friends are a difficult hobby.
For starters when a friend doesn't do what you want them to, you can't cuss them out and throw them in the woods (thats what i do to my golf clubs from time to time). I mean i guess you could cuss them out but throwing them in the woods is pretty much out of the question... at least for me.... unless they're of small stature, but still that'd be mean.
Also a hobby can be easily rekindled, friendships have a hard time starting up over a long period of time, at least they can in some instances. Furthermore when was the last time your model airplane ever talked behind your back...times when you were sniffing the model glue don't count.
I hope no one who reads this feels like a piece of crap. I'm not sitting at home thinking, "Oh no one loves me" or any of that self pity crap. I grew up being a lonely guy with not many friends. Now I have tons of friends (Ok three) and if I have to call them to do something I don't care I'm just thankful to have the friendships I have. Again I ramble. Before I reveal too much like all the inside scoop on Cigna i better shut up.