I'll Be Bored With This in a Week

I always ALMOST write posts, but there’s something in me that restricts me from writing about...

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 07:47:45 -0500

I always ALMOST write posts, but there’s something in me that restricts me from writing about aspirations or internal struggles. Even writing this feels weird to me. I’m an incredibly open person but I’ve also got something inside of myself that only I know about myself. I’m not sure I fully understand it even. But it’s knowledge of my future, and how I know I WON’T let it turn out. I don’t know. I’m rambling.

Hasta la Vista, Baby

Northwestern University students share why they are voting against gay marriage

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 07:17:13 -0500

Northwestern University students share why they are voting against gay marriage:

This is so sad.

seanokane:

meganpicturetaker:

kellymason:

changethe-aperture:

timetoputonashow:

lalondes:

mynameisblancheukno:

#look at all the smiling white people so happy to trample over human rights

So… do these people also believe Atheists can’t get married? Because that’s what it looks like…

Sounds like @Macklemore should have played a string of bible college shows…

“I’m voting yes because I have absolutely no grasp of the constitution and the separation of church and state!”

…yeesh. the christmas-morning smiles make it that much worse.

behindthegossip: Rocking the Titans headband for Dave’s team!...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 22:48:48 -0400

behindthegossip:

Rocking the Titans headband for Dave’s team! Hope I can bring them luck! (Taken with Instagram)

What's your earliest memory? Is it significant to anything in your life now, do you think?

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 00:43:57 -0400

That’s a rad question. I don’t know how old I was, but it was my older sister’s birthday dinner at our house. And my Grandma Helen came over with presents for my sister and right before we were about to eat, she called me over and pulled a little wrapped up present out of her purse. It was a few small Thomas The Tank Engine figurines. She didn’t want me to feel left out on my sister’s birthday. That’s the first memory I have of my life.

As far as how it might have significance now in my life? I don’t try to be a nice person. Being nice is all I know and all that makes sense to me. So there’s no effort. I think that her constantly being nice and loving me may tie into why it’s the only way I know how to be. It’s what I was always around. Even at that young age.

Blue Tongue

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 23:46:00 -0400

Just typed out about three paragraphs and highlighted all of it and erased it. In doing that I just learned something important; Not all things are meant to be shared. A big part of what makes us who we are is what we don’t let anyone see.

Surely there are one or two people in your life that might really know everything there is to know about you. Don’t let go of those people. Don’t handle those relationships carelessly. They’re fragile and priceless.

But everyone has certain things that the majority of people they encounter will never know about them. That’s the type of thing I almost just shared. I felt that I would’ve had some sort of resolution once I shared it and gave it to the world, (or the few people that follow me on here at least). But I don’t know that I want anymore resolution than I already have in it.

It’s important to have some things that are between you and yourself. How you carry those things around in your everyday life define you to an extent. Do you throw a pity party and invite the world? Do you act like a supercharged version of yourself to try and conceal it, when in reality you’re only making it more obvious that something is wrong? Or do you take whatever lesson, big or small, that you learned from that experience and try to better yourself and those around you in each and every way you can?

All you can really do for the short time that you’re alive is to be completely and unconditionally you. And for fuck’s sake, be nice to people.

Also, I’ve been drinking this blue juice like crazy. My tongue is hella blue.

Sir Paul

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 11:58:48 -0400

Last night, while pondering over my two fantasy football leagues, I was brainstorming for clever team names. In one league, I was The Jedi Gestapo, and in another, Scoregasm. Both funny to me, but not offensive. And I’m a firm believer in the FanLaw: “An inoffensive fantasy football team name is a bad fantasy football team name.” Thus, I started thinking about controversial things in the sports world. I thought no further than Penn State. While I think it’s awful beyond comprehension what that monster Jerry Sandusky did, as well as the seemed ‘cover up’ by many adults at the university, I couldn’t pass it up.

Members of the Empire League III and Show Me Your TD’s….
      I present to you….
           drumroll please…..

                          THE SAND HUSKIES.

Also, I thought Sir Paul was terrific at the opening ceremonies last night.

Send the questions people! Friday Night Boredom.#askme

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 01:00:31 -0400

Send the questions people! Friday Night Boredom.

#askme

thedailywhat: Arrested Development News of the Day: Ron...

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 14:25:26 -0400

thedailywhat:

Arrested Development News of the Day: Ron Howard tweets again!

This time it’s the front page of a script titled “Michael,” which supports a previous hint by show creator Mitch Hurwitz that episodes will be broken up by character focus.

[iwatchstuff]

You seem to be upset at Religion, rather than the actual possibility of a creator? Even if religion is "bullshit", doesn't mean that there isn't a creator. Albert Einstein never dismissed the possibility of a creator, just NOT a "personal" god. Notice how I say creator and not a personal God or anything. I think there is a difference between the two. Just hard to believe something out of nothing happened, and everything panned out perfectly? hmm. I'm not a religious woman by any means, open mind

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 11:13:51 -0400

Well said. And also, kudos for being accurate about Einstein.

I’ve always said that belief in a god is fine. A little out there for me, but harmless. I do have a problem with religion. I think it breeds judgment and is just another tool used to separate people unnecessarily. So your assessment of my views is very accurate.

As far as there possibly being a creator; I don’t know. Plain and simple. Nobody, including believers, actually KNOWS how the earth came to be. The difference is that as soon as there is proof one way or the other, (and maybe there never will be) I’m completely open to and curious to learn more about it. People of deep religious belief seem to not need any more answers. And no matter what proof is ever offered up, I think many of them will stick to their views, ludacris as they may seem. I don’t know if that answered your question. I hope it did.

This movie changed my life. It was the first movie that I can...

Wed, 25 Jul 2012 09:58:00 -0400

This movie changed my life.

It was the first movie that I can remember being so taken aback by its originality, and it’s soul. The chemistry between Zach and Natalie is off the charts, and Peter’s character is one of my favorites in cinema history. It’s got more heart than I know what to do with, and the message is so simple but has such a larger than life meaning. It is also the source of arguably my favorite quote of all time;

“Good luck exploring the infinite abyss.”

Endless thanks to Jim Gunn for turning me onto this movie many years ago.

Gaslight Anthem

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 18:34:03 -0400

Talking with a friend a couple of weeks ago, the topic of religion came up as it often does when you live in the buckle of the bible belt. After I told her my views, I could tell she was sincerely bothered by them. She said, “I don’t understand. It’s like you don’t even think about it. It’s like you’re not thinking at all.”. To which I replied, “No. The reason I feel the way I do is ONLY BECAUSE I think.”.

The topic of gay marriage and homosexuality in general came up and I stood in my stance of as long as you’re a good person, I will never in a million years try to deny anyone of happiness, and sexual orientation is about as important to me as the tread on the bottom of your sneakers. When I said that, for the first REAL time in my life, I looked into a person’s eyes and literally saw them judging me. I said “I can see you judging me behind your eyes.”. She didn’t even deny it. She just got deadly quiet and all of a sudden dinner took a turn down a road that it didn’t need to. Though she said she was fine, there was tension in the air the rest of the night.

Judging someone to that extent is just so incredibly ugly to me. If it’s human nature to be judgmental, then my judgment is so incredibly suppressed because I am unaware of any judgment in me. It divides people and teaches you to dislike people that you’ve never met before.

Also, listening to the new Gaslight Anthem album, good stuff. Check it out yo!

If I’m having a conversation with you and all you’re doing is complaining, watch how...

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 18:22:57 -0400

If I’m having a conversation with you and all you’re doing is complaining, watch how fast I make up an excuse to leave.

Almost wrote a deep, raw post. But not in the mood to do those feelings justice right now. ]]>

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 01:26:55 -0400

Almost wrote a deep, raw post. But not in the mood to do those feelings justice right now.

hummus.

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 03:06:44 -0400

I need to empty out my mind.
I’m at work, and while we’re quite busy, I’ve done more work in these first couple hours, than I usually do in an entire night. Thus, I feel no guilt writing this. Not that I would or should anyway. When I began working here, I literally laughed at the notion that I’d be working here for more than three months. That was 16 months ago. Working here is the most uninspiring job that I’ve ever had. By far. I have applications & resume’s out all over town, so I feel alright bitching. Don’t complain about your situation if you’re doing nothing to try and change your situation. The thought that some people work here for years, and years, and years, and are seemingly content is flabbergasting to me. (Says the guy who’s been here for almost a year and a half.)

There was a brief period of time when I was a little kid, where I wanted nothing more than a career as a house painter.
But aside from that, I’ve dreaded a life of normalcy. Normal, meaning, a clock to punch, a half hour lunch (hour if you’re lucky!), and hoping to work enough and save up enough money to go on a cruise before you die. Fuck that. There’s more to life than health benefits. Don’t ever stay at a job just because “the benefits are good”. That’s so insane to me. I had this talk with my Dad not too long ago, and the notion of benefits not being the most important thing in the world was one he couldn’t grasp. I respect my parents tremendously, and am beyond grateful for what they’ve done and what they continue to do for me, but our brains are on different frequencies.

I don’t know what the hell I want.
I’m going to become an actor. I’m going to move to Denver. I’m going to become a screenwriter. I’m going to travel the world. I’m going to finally bring my idea of traveling from NY to LA with no money whatsoever and documenting it and selling it to Discovery Channel or some other station, into fruition. I’m going to be a stand-up comedian. I’m going to be right alongside Dan Fouts, providing play-by-play commentary on NFL Sundays. These are all things that cross my mind on a regular basis. Sooner or later, one of them will happen, but even when it does, I’m convinced that I’ll lose interest and want to pursue one of the other things. I envy people that know exactly what they want. But then I wonder if anybody really does. Are they bullshitting everyone, including themselves, because it’s convenient and what they feel like “they’re supposed to do”?. How can I possibly put all my focus into one thing when I want to do so many? Literally, how is that possible?

I think that’s all I’m going to say for now.

Also, I tried hummus the other day. I didn’t love it.

For a long, long time I was always concerned with pleasing people. For some reason I always felt...

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 19:20:27 -0400

For a long, long time I was always concerned with pleasing people. For some reason I always felt this pressure to appease everyone around me, or try to at least.

Fuck that.

I don’t know what did it, but I’m so glad that isn’t me anymore. Life happens and then you die. Worry about yourself. Don’t waste time or energy trying to be anything or do anything you don’t want to be or do. If you’re truly, 100% yourself all the time, it’s tough to have any regrets.

Time to sleep now.

"…you stitched a heart on your sleeve, but I see right through the seams…."

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 15:52:46 -0500

“…you stitched a heart on your sleeve,
but I see right through the seams….”

- We Are The In Crowd

I’m sitting here at work with my headphones in. There’s no sound emitting from them. I...

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 04:05:04 -0500

I’m sitting here at work with my headphones in. There’s no sound emitting from them. I do this on occasion when I want to be left alone. I’m bored. So I’m writing this…..obviously.

I often forget that I’m only 23. I have an associate’s degree. I moved 900 miles from home by myself. But I still constantly feel like I’m not doing anything with my life and that I’m wasting it. I work full time 3rd shift at a call center disguised as a “leasing office”. My job at the radio station is extremely entry level and mundane and the hours are limited to say the least. During football season it was teriffic. Though it was only one day a week, it was truly a dream come true getting paid to sit behind a microphone talking about sports on a live broadcast.

I’ve started, with the help of two friends, writing a television show and while we’ve got a long way to go before we even think about shooting anything, what we’ve got so far is genuinely funny and I’m interested to see how others will react to it. In addition to that, I’ve toyed with the idea of starting up a podcast soon. I need some sort of creative outlet. And I know that they aren’t just handed out. I have to go and get it.

So, this happened today.

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 13:50:16 -0500

So, this happened today.

Photo

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 01:33:32 -0500

Longest post I will ever write. Ever.

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 15:17:01 -0500

I’ve bitten my tongue for a long time on this topic and it’s been boiling inside of me. I don’t care if you agree or disagree with what I’m saying. Nor do I care if you read this at all. Reason I started this blog in the first place; share my thoughts and vent when need be. A professor of mine from college, Mr. Dick Friedrich once told me: “Things become real when you write them down.” While this isn’t the physical act of ‘writing’, I think it’s the next best thing. I mean hello, its 2012! What is a pen and paper?! (Kidding, I’m not that much of an ignoramus. Though some of you may disagree by the time you’re done reading this. Which is fine. Really.) But I think ‘writing’ this will be good for me and give my words some validity that maybe I don’t realize I need.

I, David Fultz, middle initial; J am an atheist. While much of this will pertain to Christians and the god of the Old Testament, please note that I hate ALL religions. I don’t hate People of religion, I hate religion. Now, I was born into a mildly catholic family. I say mildly catholic meaning, that while my Dad, Mom, and older sister will all tell you they believe in God, heaven and that dead people can ‘look down on us’. We never went to church on Sundays, and I doubt any of them have read the bible. Scratch that, I KNOW none of them have read the bible. I made my first communion, basically because I was 7 and the grownups told me to. (Which is another issue I’ll tackle.) In fact, much to the surprise of some friends the other day, I still know the ‘hail mary’ prayer. I think that’s what it’s called. Amazing what they’ll cram into your head when it’s still developing and in sponge mode. I know I even prayed at times. Probably into my teenage years. Prayed for what? Couldn’t tell you. But things that seemed like problems worthy of divine intervention in the mind of an adolescent. Around the time I was 16 or 17 I started to first have doubts about the idea of an invisible man in the sky watching over my each and every move. But I didn’t consider the beginning of the world and all that stuff, because guess what, I was 16 or 17 and had a social life. But noticing that other people went to church every week and were in “bible groups” at school, I knew that for whatever reason, my family didn’t appear to take it as seriously as some did. So I called myself agnostic. I believed that there was some sort of higher power, but I didn’t know what. So I stayed in that mindset for a few years, because in upstate New York, religion isn’t as big of a deal as it is in other parts of the country. Which, if god were real, don’t you think that’s a big enough deal that it would be kind of a universal thing? Anyway, beside the point. So once I moved to South Carolina at age 21, religion and Jesus were allll around me. Billboards, churches, radio stations. Everywhere. So I began thinking about it all and realized a lot of things. One of the biggest being, why do we need religion? What does it actually do? I mean, sure it teaches you to judge people that you’ve never met before, and it teaches you to live in fear of a place deep in the gallows of the universe full of fire and rape. In fact, some religious figures actually USE their status to fuck innocent kids in the mouth and ass. But do we really need religion in order to learn those things? Are there no judgmental child rapists who don’t believe in god?

Now I know, I’m pigeon holing to help my stance. And I do recognize that religion has done a lot of good for a lot of people. And if it helps get you through this life and keeps your mind at ease from an inevitable end, then that’s fantastic. I, unlike Christians, think that everyone is entitled to happiness, and as long as no one gets hurt in the process, then it’s none of your business.

A lot has changed since the bible was written. You know, since it was written over the span of 1500 years by A LOT of different people. You know, when people who witnessed the stories, people who couldn’t read or write, told people the stories to 30 to 90 years after they allegedly happened. And then of course, the kings got their hands on it, took out some parts they didn’t approve of, and it’s been edited and re-edited so many times that we’ve lost count. THAT bible. That book that a LOT of people base their entire life and all choices in that life on. Anyone can write down anything. “The bible is the word of God.” How do you know? Has it ever been proven? “Well, how do you think the universe came to be?” I don’t know, but I trust that science will one day figure it out. I’m certainly not going to chalk it up to a ‘god’.

But one thing that I think some people lose sight of is that a lot of people honestly believe what they say they believe, and because of that, it’s completely pointless to argue with them, because they simply won’t even try looking at it in a different light. A conversation I had with a friend, who is a devout Christian the other day:

Me- If it was proven with concrete evidence that the bible is real and that god exists, I would admit I’ve been wrong, and I’ll beg forgiveness for straying from god’s love. Honestly. But if it were proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that god isn’t real, would you admit you were wrong?

Friend- At that point, I’ve got my faith, and all I need is my faith.

I’ve encountered similar arguments from people in the past. Which always leads me to ask: Why is faith good? I’ve never gotten a simple answer. Ever. Fuckin ever.

Here’s where it’s going to get kind of hairy. Talking about gay marriage and abortion, so if you’re a huge prude, stop reading. Although, if you’ve read the Old Testament, you can handle just about anything.

Again, I realize that the bible says that homosexuality is an ‘unnatural sin’ and an ‘abomination’. And if you truly believe the bible, then you agree with that assessment. But have you, Christian, not strayed from the bible even a little bit? Doesn’t the bible tell a story of a man who was out collecting wood in the forest on a Sunday, and was then ordered, by God, to be stoned to death for working on the day of rest? Yeah, we don’t do that anymore. Sundays are usually an extra dollar an hour! Gobble that shit up! Doesn’t the bible also say ‘Thou shall not kill’? (Exodus). Which, is that before or after God slaughtered an entire city, women and children included, because they prayed to a golden calf instead of him? (Exodus Chapter 32). Which, was that before or after God had 70,000 (that’s seventy THOUSAND), people killed because David took a census of them, and God saw that as David being too proud of his ‘army’ (2Samuel 24). (No punishment came David’s way for that. Only the innocent). My memory fails me, but regardless, times have certainly changed since the bible was written. Maybe we adopt some other changes. Sorry, got kind of off course there. But anyway, gay marriage. If you’re against gay marriage, then you’re against everyone being able to pursue their own form of happiness. “No, I live for God, and God says it’s wrong.” Ok, well, as long as YOU’RE not gay, then what do you care? “Gay is a choice.” First of all, that’s definitely debatable, and secondly, it’s THEIR choice. Who the FUCK is anybody to tell them it’s wrong. How dare you try to take happiness from anybody. Might not be my idea of happiness, but there are probably a lot of people who don’t understand the act of painting your body and standing in the freezing cold just because you gotta ‘support the team’. And fuck you if you try to take that away from me. I know I’m comparing apples and oranges, but it’s really all about happiness. Let them burn in hell if that’s what you believe. Until you start walking around office buildings on Sundays with a bag full of stones ready to pelt anyone you see being productive, then take your bullshit bible argument and fuck off.

As far as abortionsgo. It’s none of your business, fuck off. Kids die literally every single day cause they waste away to nothing but skin and bones, yet you’re throwing away half of a cheeseburger because you’re full. You’ve eaten so much food that you can’t possibly eat another bite. What an incredible luxury that we, me included, take for granted every day. First of all, NOWHERE in the bible, is abortion mentioned. Again, I could be wrong here, never having done this, but I have to imagine that deciding to abort the life of your unborn child has got to be a decision so hard to come to and follow through with that I can’t even fit it into my realm of comprehension. That’s the toughest thing that person will likely ever have to do in their lifetime. Who the fuck is ANYBODY to pile more shit on top of them. “Murder is illegal in this country.” First of all, good thing your god isn’t alive and walking among us. As stated above, that dude INVENTED the murder game. I hope I never have to experience an abortion, and I highly doubt I ever will. But what do I know? I know life is unpredictable and that your life isn’t a part of anybody’s “plan”. So you roll with the punches and sometimes it means making difficult decisions.

Bottom line, protesting the funerals of gay soldiers who died fighting for your right to worship the invisible man in the sky, and planting dynamite in dumpsters outside of clinics, or judging people you’ve never met or spoken to for 5 minutes, just doesn’t seem like anything I want a part of. You can be an atheist and still be a good person. I live my life by what I think is good. I don’t do it out of fear that I’ll be cast into an eternal fiery pit. I treat others with respect and kindness, and most of the time, it’s reciprocated. And when it’s not, I don’t “pray” for that person. I chalk them up as a dick, and until they show me otherwise, they’re forever a dick in my mind. I’m fine with knowing I’ll die one day and that’ll be the end. I wish it weren’t so, but I believe it is and I was dead for millions of years before my birth and I wasn’t inconvenienced in the least.

You may find this to be contradictive, factually inaccurate, or even moronic. But if you believe that there was a snake that talked in the Garden of Eden, then please, please, please, recognize that we’re not thinking on the same frequency in the first place.

I’m going to wrap this up because I’ve already rambled WAY longer than I had planned to. I’ll end with my thoughts on Santa Claus. When I was a little tot, I believed, because my parents told me, that I was being watched year round by a big man up north. And if I was a good boy that year, that big man would reward me with gifts. Hook, line, and sinker, I bought that story. And believing it felt right, and completely logical, and it kept me on good behavior for the most part. Then when I was about 8 years old, I asked my mom, “Is Santa Claus real?” And she said, “Well, what do you think?” And I said, in a defeated tone, “I just don’t think he is.” And she said, “He’s not buddy.” And to this day I still try to be a good guy, even though I know there isn’t a big guy up north watching my every move. I don’t need a reason to be nice.

Case in point:

It’s never too late to stop believing in Santa Claus.