Sitting in my hotel room could really get me back into my blog. While watching Everybody Loves Raymond, the episode started with Raymond and Debra eating out for Valentine's Day. The only conversation they could think of is talking about the kids, about what's in front of them (or butter), or about another couple. Where am I going with this?

What happens when there's nothing else to talk about? Is the presence alone good enough? In the show, it came to the conclusion that the silent presence of someone special means comfort, security, and sheer love that makes what once was awkward silence...a connection of love. Now you ask, what is love? Don't ask, I cannot give you your definition of love. I have mine, you have your own. It is better to keep your own ideas and opinions on this subject. People will ridicule your thoughts about this subject. It's not worth the debate. Leave the "back and forth" to politics or subjects that are more concrete.

Next time you sit with your significant other, look into his or her eyes. Do you still get that feeling in your stomach that forces you to smile and brings your lips to kiss theirs. I do. But instead of a kiss, I get a finger attempted to go into my anus. No, I don't like that. Geez. But yes, eye contact still puts the smile on my face.

Hello 2008!

Ok, here goes...

What's the deal with respect? It seems over-exaggerated. People's pride increases when something they are familiar with or connected with involves them in like the 4th degree. Am I just being blunt and lost all feeling of what people care about? Probably. I am who I am. Humans do not gain respect by where they are from, but who they are. Sometimes, even the person they are really doesn't matter. Irritated is the perfect that explains how I feel right now. Caring about your culture is fine, but when you live your life by it, you got problems. Move forward. Culture is about remembering where you came from, not continuing to live by it. This is just my opinion, but representing where you're from is like cheering for a team...it only works when you're present and dies when it's not faced with diversion.

I really don't know where I'm going with this. The thought just entered my mind and I'm frustrated with the word respect. Everything should be based on humor. If you base your life on humor, you won't lose too much, you won't be so irritated, and anger will not be a necessity in your life. Get over it, move on, and keep smiling. Ahhhh, I still feel like my point isn't getting across. Hmmm...

Screw respect. It only turns into sadness and madness. I am a hypocrite. Just smile and make fun of life. That's what life had given me for 2007. Here's to you 2008...*throwing bricks through windows and popping all those Christmas lights I still see. By the way, Christmas just isn't the same when things keep changing. One year you needn't wish for a thing, and the next, you just wish, pray, hope things would just be the way they were before; well, except for Christmas 2 years ago.

That feeling of joy and happiness never came. Too much work. Too much pressure. I just want to lay down and die a little more each day.

The End. Good bye. No more posts from JoshGumbi. It's over.