Welcome to my Introspective

It's one of those nights where you look at the clock and realize that it is 4:34 am, and you are not tired. More specifically, it is one of those nights where you look at the clock and realize that it is 4:34 am, and you are not tired, so you start a blog.

I will share these blogs on the various social networking sites I frequent, but this will be used as a means of self-reflection more than a way to communicate thoughts. However, don't let that deter you from reading or making comments on what you read.

I can't really give you a topic for this blog. I will mostly be discussing anything that's on my mind, which leaves little to be excluded. Hopefully, things don't get too weird.

This morning, I would like to talk about a street sign that is currently leaned against my wardrobe. A little over a week ago I went and spent the day in Seattle with the wonderful Lauren Hays. While we were there, we stopped by the Seattle Antique Market. I had never been there before. The place was really cool. You found pretty much anything you would think to find in an antique market, but I still found it incredibly interesting.

They had pinball machines. Some worked, but some didn't. I often find that I have a hard time knowing what I want. Whether it be because of a lack of certainty, lack of satisfaction, the notion that what I think I want may be completely different than what I actually want, or countless other externalities, I seldom come across something that I definitively want. I want to own a pinball machine. There is no doubt in my mind about it. Having a want absent of doubt, regardless of what the want is, can be refreshing.

Authentic street signs were sold at this market. I found one for Prospect St. The house I started renting with my roommates almost a year ago is on Prospect St. This is my home, and it is on Prospect St. I bought it, and now it is leaning against my wardrobe.

Having it sit in my room has inspired a lot of thought. It seems like virtually every decision in life is based on prospects. When you decide what to eat, you consider your prospects. When you decide where to live, you consider your prospects. When you decide where to work, you consider your prospects. When you decide how to live your life, you consider your prospects. It almost seems as if you could judge a man based on how good he is at considering prospects.

This got thinking about being a good prospect. I feel like I consider a lot of prospects without spending a whole lot of time determining my fortitude as a prospect. It is a good thing to think about. Would you kick it with you? Would you hire you? Would you sell a car to you? Would you love you?

I would like to think I could say yes to all these questions, but sometimes, I'm not so sure. But that is all life is, right? Building yourself into a good prospect.

When I was paying for the sign, the guy behind the corner said, "How are your prospects," and laughed. I thought it was a really weird question.