The Definition of Insanity (Trying to keep up in a conversation between us)

Warren: Here we go again… What am I going to talk about? I seriously don’t know what to talk about. I know! I’m not going to talk about anything, I’m going to talk TO you. So, how is everyone doing? Good morning, good evening, depending on your time zone, or good afternoon. I was wondering, if I didn’t have a specific topic to talk about, would you guys still enjoy my blog. Because nothing is really happening at this point in my life. Yes, I know, my Mom and I can have our specific conversations, but there hasn’t really been much of that recently. Leah: Wait a sec, what about our whole, deep conversation the other morning about me telling you how I finally understood horcruxes and what it felt like to have your soul tethered to something because of the dreams I had? Warren: Yeah but I haven’t really seen the movies (please don’t sue us J. K. Rowling) to understand what there is to talk about with horcruxes. So, that plan kind of jumped out the window. Leah: What about our conversation about good music when you got home from school today and singing a duet to Country Road ™ (please don’t sue us, John Denver… is John Denver still alive? Hold on, we’re having our research team look it up now, aka Google, please don’t sue us Google ™ ….. Uh, okay then, please don’t sue us John Denver’s estate.) (That was a negatory btw, John Denver has in fact passed… a long time ago. Unless parts of his soul were tied to horcruxes, then he lives on through YouTube ™ , please don’t sue us YouTube ™ .) (Please don’t sue us, John Denver’s YouTube ™ horcrux). What if YouTube ™ was a horcrux?? Wouldn’t that be insane!? Warren: Great Mom, you brought all the lawsuits on us. Leah: When they say, lawsuit, is it a thing, or are they referring to the lawyers in suits, hence, lawsuit? Because if it was just their suits, I have to admit, that’s not very intimidating or scary. Warren: I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. Leah: Pretty much, you dilly dallied, ho hummed, didn’t pick up the pace Picante ™ , so I just started rolling with it. Warren: So, I guess that’s just what happens when we have a “normal” conversation without a topic. Leah: Oh look, there’s a squirrel!!! Warren: Didn’t pick up the pace Picante ™ , pffffftttttt, that’s what I say to that! Oh look, there’s Henny! Leah: And that’s why I don’t like pineapple on my pizza. (Warren was laughing too hard to even say anything, so our captions guy (or girl, cause it’s me) just decided to put…) Warren: *Laughing uncontrollably* Leah: I really don’t mind pineapple on my pizza, but I don't eat pizza either. Warren: And that’s why I think the Earth is square. I didn’t say flat, because you know, controversy. Anyway, I say we stop here before it gets anymore random and the reader completely gets lost and loses any more interest. Leah: Right, I agree. Buttons. Warren: Yum, you said buttons…. Chocolate *drool* (Buttons are an Irish chocolate, in case you didn’t know). Leah: That’s right. Lemon. Warren: Are we going insane? I think we are! Hmmm… my mouth tastes like lollipops. Leah: That was so random Warren.

Passions

Warren: I wonder what I’m going to talk about? Hmmmm… (Thank you Rico, but I can’t talk about pidgey noises *Rico, my cat, was making his pigeon noises). Anyway, I’m going to talk about… music. Music can be a good way to express your mood at the current time. Alternatively, it can be a good way to get your message out there. Whatever that message may be. But, all I really know is, I have a lot of things I want to do in life. Music is in the top ten of things I want to do. Truthfully though, I don’t think I have a good enough singing voice for music. Yeah, I know music isn’t all about singing, it’s just about the music itself. I like to have something to accompany the background noise. I know stuff like, classical music or slow music doesn’t really involve singing. But, what if I want to do multiple genres!? In fact, I just told my Mom, last night, that I might want to join a classical music institution. Again, what if I want to do multiple genres, what do I do? I know you can pull the, “You’re only a kid, you have plenty of time,” cliche, but, I have a plan, and don’t get me wrong, I have a backup plan as well. But, nothing has gone wrong yet (knocks on plastic). So, why would I have to shuffle the deck when I still have plenty of cards left to play. I mean, I know it’s up to me and I have plenty of time. It’s still kind of worrying that I don’t really know what I want to do with my life yet. But, until life gives me lemons, to make lemonade, I’ll just keep chugging along. Mom, what do you think I should do? Leah: You have so many attributes Warren and have a natural inclination for a lot of things as well. I think you should do something that you feel is rewarding and that makes you happy. If you feel like you can best get your message across to people through the medium of music, pursue whatever type of music you choose. Ultimately, whatever you choose to do with your life, whether it be music, computer programming, professional gaming, comedy, acting, motivational speaking, etc., you can still have passions outside of your profession. You don’t have to limit yourself to one thing… don’t EVER limit yourself or let anyone put limits on you. Most importantly, you REALLY need to watch the movie, Shine, with me. It’s a really good movie and will give you an even greater appreciation for classical music, more than you already do.

Thank You!

Warren: Mom, you know I always love you guys, right? Because I feel like I don’t say it enough anymore. You know, with me being a moody, ahem, how do I say this nicely to my puberty side? Rebel? But, I do love you guys. You don’t have to say anything this time Mom, if you don’t want to. This is just my apology/love/appreciation blog to everyone I love. One and a half or two years ago, let’s just say my life didn’t feel like it was worth living. But, after everyone’s tremendous support, including my counselor, I finally got the courage to speak my mind through this blog and let the world know I’m out there. Now, I just consider myself as a humble 13 year old boy from a small town. A lot of you consider me as something more than that. While I really do appreciate that, I just want to be humble and give back to the community in any way I can. I really do love you guys. And I love that I have such wonderful people backing me up and supporting me. I just wanted to thank you for being a part of the ride so far. I hope this happiness and this high note that I’m feeling lasts for a good while. What I’m saying is, and I don’t want to sound cheesy, but it’s true, enjoy things while they last. Because I know darn well that this happiness I’m feeling won’t last forever. But, when you feel happy, savor it. I don’t want to hear that you’re too depressed to really see some good in the world; Because then you will make the exact same mistake I did when I was depressed. So, anyone who is listening, do me a favor please, enjoy life and laugh a little bit. Even if you can only be happy for a minute at a time, make the most out of that minute. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as always, stay happy!

Moms are Awesome!

Warren: Okay, love. You love your parents a lot, don’t you? Well, if you said, yes, you get a pat on the head (patting you on head). Seriously, your parents are awesome individuals. Well, mostly, I know this isn’t the case for everyone. However, we’re focusing on the good parents, like my Mom. Right Mom? Leah: I try to be a good Mom to you. There are times when I feel like I’m failing at being a Mom. But, I’m glad to know you think I am, because, truly, it’s your opinion that matters most on how I am as a Mom… since I’m YOUR Mom. Warren: I’m holding my Mom’s hand as we speak. I’m trying to love on her, but also, at the same time, I’m making it incredibly hard for her to type right now. But, I just wanted to talk about how I wouldn’t be able to really muster up the courage to do this blog if it wasn’t for Mom. So I just wanted to commend Moms on this blog. I might do something about my Dad next week, who knows. Anyway, Moms are the main guardian of the group. I mean, come on, they literally carried you in their uterus. If that wasn’t proof enough that Moms deserve instant respect, I don’t know what is!? I just don’t feel like enough kids are giving parents, especially Moms, the major, major respect that they deserve. I might sound like I’m being biased to my Mom (and I am), in this particular blog. But, the truth is, I love both of my parents. So, to all you Dads that feel left out, don’t worry, I love and respect you guys too. I just figured it’s only right that we start with the Moms. I’ve gathered, from my Mom, that parenthood is really hard. It probably is. Now, I can hear you Moms saying, “Oh, you have no idea.” And you’re right, I don’t. I try to sympathize, love and cheer up my Mom, no matter what. I mean, every little bit helps, right Mom? Leah: Yes, Warren, it does. I absolutely treasure and appreciate you. I know that we fight sometimes, it’s normal. I know we get moody with each other sometimes, it’s normal. But, no matter what, even in those times, I always love you. Just the same, we laugh together, we joke together, we sing together, we write together, we do everything together and that’s normal too. I love how, not only self aware YOU are, but how you actually SEE me as a person. You don’t just view me as your Mom, someone who doesn’t have thoughts and feelings of her own. You actually see me as the person I am (good or bad) and we relate on that level most of the time. Warren: Some of you can see, through this blog, just how strong our bond is and how strong it’s becoming. So, yeah Moms, this thirteen year old kid, that some of you don’t even know, salutes you!

We Ditched the Script

Warren: Okay, let’s face it, I abandoned the script for this one. So, don’t you hate when kids treat you with less respect when they should really treat you with more? Most adults will know what I’m talking about. Don’t get me wrong, I’m guilty of this myself. But, it still makes me mad. Let’s call these people, ahem, (I’m trying to think of the nicest word possible)... Mom, do you have a word? Leah: Condescending or condescender. Warren: Well, I hate when I have to deal with condescenders. Being a kid with a disability, you get a lot of these people thrown at you. On the annoying scale, it depends, is the person actually trying to be condescending or is everything they say just surprisingly condescending… they actually both rate about 7 out of 10 on the annoying scale. Don’t get me wrong, the condescender may not know me and know how smart I am and feel they have to simplify things for me. No big deal, I’ll just subtly show them how smart I am. If that doesn’t work, I’ll just out and out say to them that they don’t have to treat me like a baby. The most annoying people are the people that don’t even give you a chance. The people that talk over you or tell my own Mother what they think I need. Right Mom? Leah: Ummm Hmmmm. Warren: Is that all you have to say? Leah: My mother told me, when you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. I’m following my Mother’s advice with my response. Warren: Oh, I see how it is. In truth, I probably don’t even want to know you’re thinking, Mom. Leah: Nope, probably not. Warren: Well, Ima [sic] just gonna [sic] leave that at that. (Leah: Substandard dialogue makes my butt twitch.) Warren: But, don’t you use substandard dialogue sometimes, Mom? Leah: NEVER! Okay, I may use some slang while speaking, but, having to type it out makes me die a little inside. Warren: Okay, I don’t want you to die inside or outside. This has totally gone off script, pfffftttt [sic], as if I had a script from the beginning (totally not flipping through papers, yep, totally don’t have a script). Leah: I think we’d be fired for this script, the way we have totally and utterly digressed from your original thought… or script. Warren: Good thing we’re not writing for a TV show or we’d never make it (totally not reading that off a teleprompter). Leah: The kid has jokes tonight! Warren: When do I never not have jokes on hand? Leah: True story! Anyway, back on track, moral of the story, (yes, there is actually a moral to all of this). Just because someone may be different than you, where you can actually see it, don’t just assume that makes that person “less than” anything or anyone. Talk to them and treat them the same as anyone else and give them the same respect you would want in return. Whatever you do, DO NOT ever try to tell their Mother that you know them better when you only just met them… just saying. Warren: See, there is a method to our madness. Leah: Many may doubt that Warren, but yes, eventually we are able to herd ourselves back to the original point.

Maturity Meet Immaturity

Warren: To be mature or not to be, that is the question. Nah, I’m just kidding, but seriously, when you’re really mature as a kid and you want to commit yourself to doing something, but then the kid in you just says, “Nah, we’ll do it tomorrow.” Two days later comes around and you HAVE to do it, then the maturity in you says, “Just accept it,” and wants to do it. Then, the kid in you challenges EVERYTHING! I’m sorry Mom, but it’s “technically” not my fault. I mean, it is, but it’s not. I know you were like that as a kid, a mature kid, but when you did something irrational, you would judge yourself for it. So, yeah, I’m literally the male version of you, Mom. Then, I feel bad when we get into a huge argument and then like, ten minutes later, my mature side says to the kid in me, “What have you done? You fool!” (Leah: Incidentally, he’s laughing about calling himself a fool). Warren: Well, it’s true, Mom, and then I feel really bad about trying to push you to your limit. Even though you’ll always love me, those are a lot of moments I regret. Leah: Warren, I will absolutely love you, NO MATTER WHAT! The stuff you’re going through at this age, is normal. The fact that we butt heads and argue about those things, like you procrastinating or just not wanting to do something you have to do, is normal. Warren: Yeah, but it’s still so annoying when your mature side has to just sit there and watch and let the chaos unfold. Leah: I think that’s called, your rational side fighting against your raging hormonal side. Warren: I see what you’re saying, but I just want us to love each other no matter what. Leah: We DO love each other, no matter what, and we always will… even when your hormones are running the show. Warren: To any kids out there, or adults who were like this as kids, you’re not alone. Anyway, I just want to stop saying something mature and then my hormonal kid side contradicts my mature side every five seconds. So, yeah, that was my most recent struggle and I hope you enjoyed this week’s blog. Leah: Can I just weigh in again? Warren: That’s funny, I was just going to ask you if you had any closing thoughts, Mom. Are we telepathic? Leah: Yes, we are, except when it comes to homework. Anyway, speaking as a… ahem, 40 year old woman… Warren: Did that hurt to even type? Leah: Yeah, it really did. Anyway, as a woman of a particular age, I fight against my mature side and my hormonal side. I’m sure you will find a lot of adults out there that can say the same and suffer from procrastination and contradicting themselves as well. It’s not exclusive to your age and it's certainly nothing to beat yourself up over. But yeah, I feel ya and still love you just the same. Warren: You know what else feels weird to say? That I am an… ahem… a teenager! Oh man, that felt weird to say. But, anyway, that’s all folks! (Leah: Insert Porky Pig sound clip here).

My Best Friend

Warren: Friends, they’re the people you’re close to, they’re the people you can tell anything to and they still wouldn’t judge you. Friends have been a big part of my childhood, just like most other people’s childhood. To the people that didn’t have many friends, I can relate to you too. But, I’m going to mainly talk about what it’s like to have that one friend that you can always go to. Now, for the sake of his own privacy, I’m going to call him, Bob. The day I really met Bob was in preschool and we really connected and started laughing about something. Now, I don’t know exactly what we were laughing about (you know how preschoolers are). But it seems like I remembered that it was pretty funny anyway. I look back on that day with great fondness. That was the start of a long, healthy friendship. (Sorry, it’s really hard to concentrate while my cat is playing with his toy in the background). Anyway, that friendship not only lasted for 10 months, it has lasted for 6 years. You may be asking, “But, Warren, what happened to Bob?” Bob moved to a different school, but he’s pretty close still. I don’t see him though. I hope that one day the friendship can be rekindled and that we still have the same spark that we used to. The spark that lasted 6 whole years. Some of you who really know me, probably know who I’m talking about, but still, privacy sake. All I’m saying is, keep your best friend close for as long as you can, while you can. If Bob ever finds this, you know who you are, “Hi old friend.” Anyway, thanks for listening to me share my opinions and feelings about friends. See you next week!