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Yooo. It's Jake Gregan here again for the first time in a long while. No one reads these things because like why would they? It's just one dudes free blog on a generic blog website. The blog design is as if it was made in 2006 and I don't plan on changing it anytime soon. But with that said, I don't give a shit if anyone reads this or not because I am doing this for myself. I have missed writing this type of thing and apparently I am decent at expressing my thoughts, so I figured why not keep going. Oh yeah, I use commas way too much in fear that I will forget to use them when they are actually needed.

This is sort of like an intro post so I don't care much about how this sounds.

I went to a Barnes & Noble bookstore today (who knew those were still a thing!!) and kinda just mindlessly walked around for a half hour. By the way that parenthetical text was fake and clearly I wouldn't really write that. It is the lamest style of writing. It's like mom text. Imagine a mom of 3 kids writing a blog about her weekend fun trip and typing that parenthetical text while laughing to herself thinking how clever and funny she is. All of that ideally would be assumed by the reader already because when I have to explain my train of thought it ruins the whole point of why I wrote it. But yeah I walked around browsing books until I settled on a wilderness survival book and some road trip  guides. Then I found a proper seat near the Starbucks cafe (please don't sue me for using the brand name!!) and sat for around 5 minutes. I didn't really read during those minutes and just sort of waited for the perfect moment to stand up and go in line for my white chocolate mocha and sugar cookie. Is that normal? I very easily could have just went right to the line and stood behind a man who was having a prolonged conversation with one of the baristas and got my order, but instead I sat and waited until there was only one person in line and it was an elder lady. I did this so I wouldn't feel an urge to chit chat with the worker since he just got done talking to that dude. I guess I kinda give in to my social anxiety but at the same time, I did go up there and get my stuff with no issues. So I don't think I have any super insane issues with anxiety which is good for my future endeavors.

After I got my coffee and cookie I sat back down and read through the steps of starting a fire without any matches. Now that I think about it, it is almost humorous of me to do that because I will never have to know how to be able to do that, plus even after looking at those colorful pictures of sticks and cordage, if I was told to go to the woods and make a fire, there would be no way in hell that I would be successful. But at this point I got bored and looked at the road trip guides, which was a nice change of pace for about 5 minutes. This is the point where I realized that I have no idea what I am going to do with my life and that I have no proof or evidence that I can excel at any type of career. So while I am browsing through the "Hobbies/Craft" section of this Barnes & Noble, I am simultaneously questioning my life choices and trying to figure out what I want to focus my life goal on. That sentence was meant to show the funny/sad image of a lone man of big stature walking in a bookstore thumbing through a "Collecting Model Planes" book while trying to determine the biggest decision of his life. Long story short I found one book that I ended up buying which I will go into more detail about near the end of this extremely long and most likely boring post.

I got a summer job which is good. I have tried decently hard for years now to get a job in Oxford and for the majority of the time I completely failed at that. I got a job in USC and two jobs in IUP but if you ask my friends they would say they aren't "real" jobs. But now it's different, I have an actual job. I am going to be a camp counselor at the YMCA for 11 weeks. For anyone who knows me they know that this is the perfect job for me. I am always a positive, happy go lucky, extroverted guy! Nah, not really. I applied for the job, got an interview, read the dude interviewing me and told him the answers that I knew he wanted to hear from me, and a week later, got a call saying I got the gig. I don't have an urge to write much about the new job except that I have gotten through almost all of the orientation type trainings and am actually looking forward to the actual camp. I just hope it isn't a complete mess like it apparently was last year, but if it is, then I will just get fired or quit and then apply for other jobs.

I transferred colleges. I'm unsure if I wrote a blog post about that but I did and I am not yet ready to write freely on that topic because I don't think my mind is prepared for it. "I am happy at IUP and happy with my college choices so far." <---- That is a bullshit sentence and whenever I think about college and my past choices my head hurts and I don't feel good. I will deal with that soon enough, but alas, I will go on another day in blissful ignorance and just enjoy the summer sun while I can.

Okay I think that is enough for this post. Earlier I mentioned that I bought one book at the store and that I'd go into more detail about it later on in the post. This is the time where I will do that. It is called "The Philosopher's Notebook: A Creative Journal for Thinkers and Philosophers." Pretentious as shit right? I don't think any legit philosopher would buy this 8 dollar bargain book. This book essentially gives you little mini lessons on some of philosophies most basic beliefs and theories and then gives you writing prompts based on your thoughts towards those theories. I plan on reading through the book and answering those questions on new blog posts instead of writing it down in the book. I guess one could call it a writing project of sorts, but I would just say that it is a way of forcing me to think and form opinions on some deep topics that are important to dwell upon in life.

Alright I just thought of more things to write about right now but I gotta just end it here and then move on to the first post on the philosophy book prompt series of blog posts.


Jg


ps: here is a post that I just found a draft of which I wrote a few months ago.

         I went to USC last semester. This means that I traveled a very far distance many times in order to get to there. Without going into too many details, I spent most of that semester counting the days till i got to visit home. I was alone for months and failed completely at making any good friends. I stayed home every weekend and was completely on my own. I was not who I am when I am in front of people. It was a huge learning experience for me and it forced me to become alright with living my life completely on my own. Anyways, the week before I would go home always flew by because I was so excited. Then comes friday night where I pack my carry on and set my alarm for 6 am in order to get to the shuttle at 6:30. That shuttle ride was always packed with people who were blatantly hungover and sick but I didn't give a shit. I was going home. I always got to the airport and quickly made it to the self check in. By the last few trips, I was able to do it in my sleep. Then I would prepare for my least favorite part, the security. I would be constantly checking my pockets to see if i left some sort of metal in them. After successfully getting through the TSA I would get this rush that I have never felt anywhere else. I'd always pull out my phone and snapchat me walking on that conveyor belt thing that people walk on. I always had at least 2 hours before my flight and would love walking around and eventually settling in and buying an overpriced sandwich that tasted like mush. I watched the planes take off and land over and over and it never ceased to amaze me. I love my time in the airport the most because of its atmosphere. Everyone around me has some reason or excuse to travel somewhere far enough where a plane is needed. Lots of "big moments" happen in airports like a kid saying goodbye to his dad who has just gotten through a rough divorce and needs to leave town, or a couple who is leaving each other for a long time because the girlfriend needs to go to visit her mom who is not doing well, and so on. There are very few "small moments" that go on in an airport. Finally it would be time to board the plane and I would quickly find my seat. It truly is an amazing thing, flying. I strap in my flimsy seatbelt and then look through the emergency packet because better safe than sorry. Then we begin to take off and I blast this one song right as we lift off and it gives me the most enormous jolt and then we are tilted upwards into the sky and everything is getting smaller. Eventually we land and I rush to see my smiling dad ready and waiting for me at the departures. Then I am home. It is an experience that I will always miss and have the urge to do again.