In the interest of full disclosure the following post is not necessarily about anyone, but rather the broader spectrum of people that I have encountered.  It is written from a space of frustration, but not impulsively and thus has been thought about several times before the writing.  Lastly it might offend you.

Which is better: a fake person who is worried only about whether they hurt your feelings or someone who is real but doesn't necessarily tell you what you want to hear?  By better I mean, which do I prefer.  I prefer someone who doesn't sugarcoat what they tell me.  If I'm in a bad mood or going through something and they are happy I don't want them to listen to me because they feel bad for me.  I don't want to talk to someone just because they think I'll feel bad if they tell me they don't want to be brought down by me.  I'd rather someone tell me that they are really on top of the world right now and don't want to listen to me.  I might tell them I don't like that or that they've further pissed me off, but at least I won't be venting to someone that is just nodding their head in aimless approval.  Feelings though important are irrelevant if someone is not genuine.  To be fake disrespects me and if I'm disrespected what difference does it make how I feel?  I want my friends to be there genuinely.  Not all of my friends are like that.  I'm not going to call anyone out nor am I going to tell people if they are being fake.  Everyone has the opportunity to be real with me.  If what I'm going through in my life is hard for one to understand or doesn't interest them or whatever then tell me.  I'd rather know that and keep that in mind than believe that someone really cares.  Frankly in this day everyone is so busy that the extent of hanging out amounts to a beer and catching up.  I want more than that.  I care about what my friends are going through in their lives and I want others to care about what is going on in my life.  I don't want to have the same mundane conversation: we went here, we did this, we saw this, we read this, and we are going to do this.  Do people really care about what is going on my life?  Or do people just want to know where I travel, what movies I watch, and what books I read?  

The Rollercoaster

The anticipation as we head to the unknown.

The fear of what the outcome may hold.

The anxiety in the middle when there is no turning back.

The sadness at the end knowing the ride is over.

This is no rollercoaster.

This is life.

Roads? Where we're going we don't need...Roads.

Last night a big group of us went to see Back to the Future at the Paramount in Oakland. I hadn't seen the whole movie in a long time, but I would say that it along with Indiana Jones and Star Wars were the defining movies of my childhood. There are some others such as Blues Brothers, but that came out when I was too young to remember the rest of these released within my recollection. Anyways I was nervous to go see a movie that I had such fond memories of, because in the past when watching childhood favorites again they fail to move one in the way they did as a child. Back to the Future exceeded any expectations I had. I think it was actually better now than it was when I was a kid. The jokes were funnier. There were references that made more sense. There was dialogue that I understood. For example, as a kid I would always ask my parents what a 'reefer addict' was and they would say a drug addict. It never made sense, because in my school drug class we never heard about reefer. This wasn't an integral part of the movie, but something that stuck out. The HyWy made a good point about seeing the movie as adults we can understand how Marty goes back in time and his perspective on his parents changes. Along with the things that were experienced differently there were the things that were still cool if not cooler this time around. The skateboard chase and the Johnny B Goode scenes were hands down my favorites as a kid and I'm happy to report that they were just as cool today. I was surprised how much of the dialog and little details I still remembered. So after walking out of that theater I remembered what it was like to be a 10 year old that thought Marty was the coolest guy.