This is it (or is it?):

...confronting my fear of absolutes. Sorta.
(See that^^? that's a subtitle. not sure if I've had one before.)

So, to be honest, I'm mostly writing this because I don't really want to be doing homework right now (don't worry mom/dad, it'll get done well). Ya see, I'd much rather write something crazy (or maybe not so crazy) on here than write about why all the gods hate Odysseus (false statement. Only Poseidon is pissed at him).


One of the things I do when I don't want to start my homework is check to see if any of y'all left me any comments on here, even though you usually don't more than two days after a post. In doing so, I saw a comment my dad put on the last post, which he and I both thought was really funny (because he and I pretty much have an identical sense of humor). This is what it said,
"I thought the constructive thing to do when meeting the angry bear would be to get into the fetal position and try to think of that 'very specific, very unlikely circumstance' in which you could kill him with your flip-flop. Way to hold true to your fear of absolutes- good post, good quotes." -Dr. Reed L. Baker
While the first part is true, the part I'm mostly going to address is the last sentence. My dad did something not a ton of people would do. He called me out. Not necessarily a bad thing, either (at least not in this case). It's actually something I have laughed at myself for.

If you haven't noticed it before, think about past conversations we've had, pay attention to future conversations, and look at past posts on the blog. If you don't notice it anywhere in any of those three places, well... I'm not so sure how observant you are. The point is, I don't make very many absolute statements. You can even see it in this post if you look up above.

So who cares? Well, to be honest, I don't. I mean, I tend to make more absolute statements about things that I care more about. Which is not to say that if I give a wishy washy answer, I don't care. Before I dig too big of a hole for myself, lemme give a little explanation for why I don't give straight answers. It's actually really simple: I don't like being wrong. If I give an answer that's not absolute, I can't be wrong because I didn't give a definite answer. If you ask me for advice, I can give my opinion or tell you what I would do, but I probably won't give a definite answer because then you can't hold me accountable for you getting hosed. That's about that, and yet another post is started while awake and finished when tired. I apologize once again for the irregularity posting and sporadic thought.
And finally, the obligatory:
What do you think?

EDIT:
I've been revamping the blog a little bit, and I found this comment my dad posted on my very first post (so you can see that this isn't a new revelation or anything):

you even sound wishy washy about your blog in your first blog. hoping you take a stand occasionally (so we can really shoot you down, i mean discuss what you say) -Dr. Reed L. Baker