Dictator's Memoir

No one embarks on adventures anymore. No one wakes up one day and decides that they want to set out on a journey of any kind, whether it is physical or metaphorical. If you’re not famous, rich, or powerful, then you’re no one. I suppose that makes me no one, because I have set a course for myself; I have chartered a path; I am engaged in an epic quest. This is no quest to slay a beast or conquer my fear. This is a quest of self-discovery; to realize my potential and to manifest my future. Before the hardships of inexplicable, intolerable instances and beautiful, self-verifying and illustrious moments that have molded it, my journey began when I said “good-bye” to my parents, who tried so hard to keep me from maturing and becoming a self-sustaining young man.
One day, I was sitting in Bruno’s and a stranger approached me. He spoke with a nervous undertone, “Hey there.”
I finished chewing a bite of my chicken strip, “Hello.”
“I’m Roy.”
“Nice to meet you Roy. My name’s Evan.”
“Hey Evan. Why you eatin’ by yourself?” Roy was commenting on the scene of me sitting alone at the ovular island table in the middle of the café. I laughed.
“I’m just finishing up, actually. A buddy of mine was here earlier.”
“Oh. Well, I like meetin’ new people, so I said ‘hi’ to you. What’s yer major?”
I took a deep breath as I always do when asked this question, “I’m pulling a double major in Creative Writing and either Public Relations or Journalism. Yea, I’m a freshman. What about you?”
“Wow, seems like you know what you want in life. I’m a sophomore. I still haven’t decided what I want to do yet. Sucks, cuz I gotta decide by next semester.”
“You should probably get on that.”
“Ya,” he laughed nervously, as though he was uncomfortable being around someone who was so in charge of his own life, “well, it was nice to meet you, Evan. I gotta get goin’ to class”
“See ya around, Roy.” I went back to my chicken strips and tea.

It’s absolutely strange to see so many other college students moseying about on a daily basis. I came from a college town, but the institution was small, and the students were mostly older adults, so it’s strange to never see the exact same faces everyday and I love it. In fact, I know I see at least one new face per day, guaranteeing that I could always be in the company of someone unfamiliar. What are even stranger are the numerous expressions I get with such a variety of faces. Some look stressed and exhausted while others look content and thoughtful. Though the majority of faces have a look of longing and desire and many of their expressions portray them as simply lost. It’s these people I pay most of my attention to. I pity them, because if they truly are lost, I wonder in what way. Then I realize how much better off I am. Where as they seem to know nothing about themselves, I know what I want and where my life is headed. This is what differentiates me from them. I give myself purpose. Granted, some may have their purposes, but this is my assumption.

These people have no stories to tell. They’re books filled with blank pages. It’s a shame, because even my past is a prologue to the grander scheme that is my journey through college and, ultimately, life. It deserves to be its own novel, because moving to college is more than just a page turn; it’s an entirely new chronicle. Unlike those lost faces, I know I will write for myself a legend so great, those who read the tale will swoon at the glory I have carved into the fabric of society. I’m not trying to say I’m better than those with lost expressions, but in some sense I am better because I know I have destined myself for prominence. As mentioned before, I differentiate myself because I have confidence. I take the initiative to get things done, whether it is with work, job and school, or other tasks, no matter how menial. I’m assertive in that I’m open with my opinion, and that no matter the conversation, I make sure that my voice is heard. I may not always need the last word; I just want the people to know I have a thought that deserves to be counted. These qualities are almost leader-like, making it possible for me to take charge of my life and everything about it.

It really is sad that some poor souls wander through college and then through their lives’ accomplishing nothing. Thousands of dollars will be spent by state, by parents and by themselves so that they may waste their time doing nothing. I believe it’s ridiculous to know that you want to go to college right out of high school but not know what you’re going to do with that time spent. These are the people who did not put the time and thought into their futures. They’re the ones who enroll into college as soon as possible just to say they went, regardless of their lack of purpose and desires. They think that it means something to go to college, which is only true when it means something to them as well. These are the people who are lost and do not assert themselves. These are the people who become nothing.

One day, I will look back at the account of my saga and, hopefully, I’ll remember every moment— every second —of it. I want to be able to look back and revel in the fact that I knew then that now, in my future, I would be reminiscing and feeling proud of who I was and where I came from. Some people don’t do this. There are people in this world that are ashamed of who they are and who they were. There’s no point in looking toward the future if you can’t even look into your past and feel proud of any accomplishment, no matter how miniscule. I suppose I can live with this though; it’s not my life anyway. They can do whatever the hell they feel like.

Different people in this world are meant for different things. Some are destined to be followers; ever-careful to make sure they complete and obey the every command they are burdened with. Others are meant to burden them and bark orders. These are the terrible leaders who abuse the power bestowed upon them through their life’s initiative. I will lead. This I have already ascertained and I will use my skills to better society. I’m confident enough to say that I now know that anything will benefit from my leadership. I am not one of those tyrants who feel that bellowing beneath them to those below them somehow makes them a leader. This is ridiculous and anyone who believes that leadership is synonymous with “treat your inferiors like trash” clearly has a god complex. I will lead this is certain because I am already a leader; and, like every leader, I began first by following with the natural instinct, the intent that I was going to lead as soon as I proved my worth.

This worth is measured on a scale carved from marble and weighed down, like my desires, by nothing; it’s weight worth more in gold than gold itself. I know I can organize that which needs institution. I can bring together the cooperation of a hunter-gatherer tribe and I can bring forth the productivity of a Chinese toy factory. My command and my oration will subdue the masses to willingly follow my direction into a new world; a new order where the assertion of glory will be obtainable by the entirety of civilization. I will lead and one day I will look back at my history and re-read my tale and bask in the knowledge that I saw this coming. For myself, I set the aspiration to become the epitome of all things strived for by those who long to achieve greatness.

I almost can’t bear to witness the rest of my peers, of the future society to whither away under the weight of its own incompetence. There is no worth for these people, only my pity which outweighs anything they can muster. I can even bring myself to say that I feel disgusted that it is I alone who show daily, in my stride and with my head held high, that I am stepping forward to take hold of my destiny. I am wrestling it with my bare hands until I tame the ferocity it comes at me with. Others can’t handle this intensity.

Someday, there will be those who recount the epic saga of my life. I may not rule the world and I may not lead an army with an iron fist, but I will change the environment around me. I will impinge my will and on my peers and my surroundings. Someday, there will be an aura about me that no other has. I have taken charge of my path and I will walk the road with grace.

On the idea of "bliss"

It's impossible to decide what to write right now because it's impossible to decipher my stream of consciousness. I know how I feel, and I know how I think; I've gone through many trials in life and my heart is filled with trepidation about the uncertainty of what the future holds for me. I'm fine with that though, because after feeling empty for so long; I never let go.

There's a particular route of thinking one must undergo to literally sacrifice an entire lifetime of clarity for one of ambiguity. I'm talking, of course, about the life I've lived for the past few years. Once, a long time ago, I made a mistake. And for so long, I sought to rectify that which I destroyed, thinking it was the right thing to do. There was never, ever a day that went by that I didn't wish I could go back in time and change the past, thinking that everything would have worked out how I would have wanted it to.

However, as I have had years to reflect upon it now; things always seem to work out the way I want them. Literally: what I want, I get. It's just how it works. I'm confident, and self-assured to the point that I make sure I obtain my aspirations; and that's why I never gave up, no matter how grim the outcome looked.

Emotions are terribly tricky; but, I'm willing to bet that if you can play your cards right and keep bluffing, you'll make it through. I did, and I don't think I'll ever be happier than I am right now. This feeling: nothing compares to it. It's a euphoric state of awareness. Carnal bliss, lustfully beckoning me. If this feeling ever goes away, which it won't, it's here to stay, I think my mind may degrade to nothingness. If that day ever come, kill me. Until then, I'll live out my life happier than I've ever been, this feeling making me more happy with every passing day.

Missing Someone Isn’t as Terrible as Having No One to Miss.

How insanely cliche, yet aptly titled. I can't really help it; I mean, I spent literally seven minutes working on a stupid title. But that's how I am, artsy, yet literate. It's who I am. And who I am is a loving, writing, expressing bug of emotion. It's never terrible to miss someone when that person is worth the wait to see them again.

For years, and I mean literally "years" (plural), I've watched as how the biggest mistake I've ever made haunted me day in and day out. Every so often, to take my mind off of the torment, exaggerated of course, I'd occupy myself with someone, "get involved" as you would say. I am Casablanca, multiple lovers for those of you who do not know my allusion. I've loved a few, and dated money, and yet my insatiable appetite for love has never been satisfied. That's the biggest tormentor, I believe.

But, as I willingly allowed, what I find out now to be, the greatest thing in my life to walk away on a whim, I realize what a terribly, disturbingly good decision that was that I made almost five years ago. I don't believe in Fate, or destiny; hell, I barely believe in things happening for a reason, but if this were ever an example I'll go with it! Because here it is, some five years later, in my life again; chance, I call it. Ridiculous and blind chance. Holy damn do I love the way some things work out.

Listen, the reason I said it was a "good" decision to abandon that which I am now absolutely in love with is this: if I didn't, the way I feel now may not exist, and that's just something I'd rather not think about. I mean, what if I kept to it years ago, and it was just another casanovic fling. I'd be here again, with someone completely unreliable and disgustingly unloving. WOW, good thing that never happened.

Concern: though I love her, more than anything else in the world; things aren't ready. Commitment, loving caress, lovers rendezvous on weekends and money spent to see one another, though unreachable and disallowing finances may say otherwise, have happened. I vow myself to no one else, lest she differs. I hope she may do the same. Nothing's ready, apparently. Somehow, for now, that's fine. I've waited about five years now, so what's a little more time; she's worth a lifetime as it is anyway.

Physics of Love

It's ridiculous, my love life. I don't believe things will ever work out with my ex ever again, but I'm not bothered by that; though, it does concern me to some degree. In the sense that she was still a good friend. I lost that to the Navy. What's past is gone.

It's a long and complicated story, so I'll save it for a more divulging mood, but I'm absolutely in love. In love. I hope. This is nothing out of the blue, mind you, this comes from four and a half years of relations.

I just, I love being with someone. Sharing my life with them. Intertwining things; being whole with another person; don't get me wrong, I can be whole by myself, but I can be much, much more with another. I love companionship.

I'm really apologizing to myself when I say this but: sorry I haven't written in a while, it's been pretty crazy so far and I just haven't had the time nor have i been in the mood. Though, you wouldn't believe how many times in these past two weeks of classes I've wished I could have written something down, I was just way too lazy to even bother getting around to it! Hah!

So, for all intents and purposes, this is just an update, to keep my sanity alive, to maintain the thoughts in my skull, this is all to the mind.

Why do I love?

That's all I want to know.


It's just a simple, complex fucking emotion and it's useless. It does nothing but hurt until you have it back. Nothing else is like that; I can live without bliss for a day.

And I sure as hell can live without sorrow for a day. But love, why -oh why- must it torment me? Why do women, why do men, why does anyone subject him or herself to this....it's beyond me. I can't go on bearing the fact that every time I try to take a chance, I get shut out; yet, if I don't take the chance, I know I've changed nothing.

She chose being "sometimes" happy with him as apposed to always happy with me. Why would you call someone perfect, if they're not going to be you're choice. I never ask from her for anything, why am I throwing myself out on a limb? All I said was to make her own choice, instead of telling him you'd date him again just to make him happy. I told her to make herself happy. (Though, I know deep down, that's me; her only real excuse for not being with me is that I live in Erie, one hour and twenty minutes from her) She said she couldn't deal with that distance. I told her I've done it before, and the relationship worked...for a while (oh, past, I forsake you.) I told her it's not for me, she doesn't even have to choose me; just don't be with him.

Eh, I tried not to be selfish, I said I'd come home every single weekend. It won't work. So, he plans on going to a school, which they both got accepted to. If she doesn't go there, she'll be at most 10 minutes from me, or at the same school I'm at; what then, does distance apply to him to?!

I love her, and she loves me. Yet here I am...blogging to vent emotion. I should've chased after her. I should have not given in. I'm letting her slip away again.

"I don't wanna lose you..." she told me.

It's hard to keep me when I can't be there. I'm not just her friend and she'll never learn that, I think. I don't think you can have your two cakes and eat them both.

Let's settle in; if only for a while.

I'm home now. For the next three weeks.

It's weird thinking of two places being my home; I was so used to calling my dorm home. I mean, all of my stuff was there and now it's back here! I mean, I had to bring my clothes, computer, blankets, and by choice games and movies...but still.

It feels good to be home though, and I can't wait to see some friends that have gone elsewhere. Denny's, here I come! God, it's been forever since I've been there.

Please rape my face...

I'm bored shitless outta my mind. I honestly don't know what I am going to do if I ever have to live on my own. That being said, I therefore must always have a companion, whether it be a best friend or a roommate, or a girlfriend; preferably the latter (which means the last subject in a series).

Chris left earlier today and could not take me home. Nick abandoned me. So it was just Vince and I, because Andy left as well. So we had fun for a total of about 15 minutes. Then I started watching the Borne Ultimatum and then I passed the fuck out. I feel bad that I left Vince alone to sit around and do nothing. I woke up at 11:40, because Kathryn called me and I was too sleepy to talk, so I told her I would call her when I woke up. Then I set my alarm and slept some more.

I regret ever napping as I can no longer get to sleep. It is 1:26 AM here. I wish I knew how to change the time on my blogs. Anyone reading them is not going to fully be aware of how late at night I write. Fuck me, right?! I never write early on in the day, it's too uncomfortable. I always find myself doing papers and the sort late at night, for some reason, I think the best then.

It's just a habit, I suppose.