Steven Allen Adams – Conversations with Myself

In the end it's just me.

I have too much of my Dad in me.

I have a white knight complex; I like to try to resuce the girl.

I hate not being able to offer some advice, some words, that can help.

At the same time I don’t like to speak in cliches. If I can’t give advice that is original and actually helpful, then I’d rather just hold my tongue.

I also care too much. I hate caring so much. I’d much rather be the Dr. House of journalism. I’d much rather be cold, blunt, sarcastic.

But no, I care. However, it seemd the longer I know you the less I care. I noticed when I was in Washington D.C. in May that I was far nicer to strangers. But people who are friends I can be a jerk to sometimes.

Maybe it’s because I like to keep people close, but not too close.

I hate watching someone I care about hurt; without the ability to ease the pain. I get that’s not unique, most people feel the same way. But it’s really bugging me right now.

I hate self-destructive behavior. But I’ve learned over time that everyone needs to hit their bottom, even if the bottom means death.

People need to realize that no matter how bad you think you have it, someone out there has it way worse. That is truth. It’s ok to be in pain, or even dwell on pain. Everyone is entitled to a depression from time to time.

But – to break my rules about cliches – it’s time to get back up. Life is a battle and as long as you have breath you have to fight. I’ve learned this and have proved it to be truth. How else can a C-average college dropout fulfill his dream of being a journalist? I have now received the title of “editor” twice.

People can literally do everything.

On a whimsical note, Zack and Miri Make a Porno is very much a Kevin Smith-directed movie. It has put me in the mood to pull out Clerks II.