Ask me?

As much as I hate twitter, I feel like vitalizing it for my blog. I want to post things that not only will I enjoy writing, but you guys will enjoy reading.
So, if you have a question for me, or have a topic suggestion, tweet me @BigTheSquatch!
And for those of you who’ve made it this far into my post, here’s a motto to live by for your patience.
“Instead of waiting for the hero, the knight in shining armor, or the savior, why not BE him/her?”
Thanks mates!

~BigTheSquatch

Dear hipsters,

Making your life harder than it has to be with stupid little pickets her and there, does not make you a “badass”. It makes you a bloody idiot.

~BigTheSquatch

Lessening the implication

Saying “freaking” instead of f*ck. Using an audio bleep to censor out “the f word”. Replacing a letter to make it “Fack”. It all is the same.
You may have changed the sound, or you may have changed the intensity, but in all reality, you haven’t changed a thing.
The implication is still very much present of what you mean to say.
Just something to think about.

~BigTheSquatch

Love…

Recently, I was asked two questions by a girl who reads my blog. “What is your relationship status?” And (I quote) “You seem like a nice guy. How has your relationships been in the past?”

Well… First of all, I am single. I’m guessing it’s because I’m down to earth, and from experience, I can infer that the majority of females appreciate honesty, but not too much of it. That’s where I hit a wall.
The next question is a bit complicated. All of my relationships have been little tests, due to my pre-pubertic mind wanting to know what love is. Sooooooo… In short, all but two were fake (a bit harsh, but as I said, I’m honest).
Besides dating though, all other “relationships” were always girls chasing me, and me being unsure, shy, and irrational with my anxiety based thoughts. I’ve been given the chance to further myself (sexually), but ended up stalling at the thought. She finally gave up on my and dated one of my best friends.
So, besides being the “bad luck Brian” of relationships, I’m still satisfied with one in-particular relationship: the relationship with myself. That concludes the second question.
Thanks for hearing (reading) me out guys, and thank you to the special follower who asked me these bloody brilliant questions!

~BigTheSquatch

Art class

So, the other day, our art teacher told us to write about what we’ve learned in art class so far, and I feel incomplete. I don’t feel like I was very honest, but my honesty probably wouldn’t be very… Pleasant.
Either way, here is truly what I learned so far in art class:

I learned, that art class is not teaching us how to express ourselves, but more of, “is it good enough yet?” I learned that my emotions don’t matter. That shading is CRUCIAL. I learned, that my drawings are never accurate enough, that my paintings are never the right tints or shades, and that my enthusiasm in art… Is absent. Art class, as mine goes, is not art, but rather an instructional education. Art is supposed to be motivated. It’s meant to be special.

Dear art teacher,
“The problem is not getting the child to become an artist, but rather a struggle for him to remain one.”

Your degrading words have inflicted and jaded me. Thank you for that. Because I will always remember one thing.

No matter how much effort you put into it, no matter the costs, no matter the emotion, no matter the enthusiasm… It’s never good enough. YOU taught me that.

~BigTheSquatch

Odd inside

One of the things that makes me think too hard is the fact that, the more fights I hear and experience about the gay pride vs the anti-gays, the more bisexual I seem to become.
No freaking joke, I’m beginning to worry; though, I also am enjoying it a bit. But I’m wondering if it my compassionate side going all fuzzle on me, or if I am legitimately bi…
Either way, I’ve begun noticing people’s eyes a lot more lately too. Grey eyes are just beautiful to me. Hmm…

~BigTheSquatch

Truth fact #2

Most people will trust you less if you sugar coat things. Being down to earth will make you enemies, but is overall a better trait to have.

~BigTheSquatch

Truth fact #1

If you say that you hate computers, just keep in mind, the computers only as smart as the operator.

~BigTheSquatch

Pyrophelia

Not to be confused with sexual actions with fire; pyrophelia is the love for fire and other heat-giving elements. I have this.
I, myself, am very skinny, which of course means that I am absent of the fat that is meant to insulate my body. This makes me absurdly cold at the worst of times.
See why I like fire yet? I literally would rather die of heat exposure than from freezing. It’s just my preference.
Either way, I thought I’d just straighten out the definition a bit more for you.

Absence…

For those who it may occur to, I was gone for a while now… I’m sorry for that. I’ve been at robotics, which is stressful, but that is just part of commitment, I guess.