Board Games

Board game nights. That was the phrase I would always hear every Friday and possibly Saturday when I was in California all summer.


What kind of board games? The kind where if you were playing in public people would think you are the weird nerdy kid that no one is friends with. Well the truth is... they are fun as hell and if I had no friends, why are there so many people with me?


At least that's how I felt playing in California.


Upon moving back to Houston, I figured I'd test it out and try to get my friends here to play. It was a plan that my other friend from Houston decided to start up with me. We had a plan to invite good friends and girlfriends and just have a grand ole time.


How many times have we had a good board game night? Hm. One? Yeah. One.


I've bought 6 board games when I get back home and my friend bought 2. I figured if I kept buying new ones, people would be interested in coming and trying it out.


I understand people are busy with their lives. And I understand people got stuff to do that comes up last minute. But I made it a point to let everyone know it's going to be every Friday night. I appreciate the people that actually made a whole heart effort to make it out when they can. But I have real good friends, best friends even, that have only came once or twice. I mean... what gives? You told me that you wanted to do this and then never show up?


This is just like when we had poker games. Everyone asked me to throw games and host them. After a constant stream of asking and requesting, I decided to start doing it. After a week or two, less and less people show up. Sooner or later, it takes all my effort to just get a game of 6 people going. And then when I stop and text messages don't go out weekly, people start messaging me and asking me why I don't do games anymore? So I pull one together last minute and that person still doesn't show up.


I guess it is my own fault that I want this to work so well. All my friends, including myself, are young and want to go out and do other things. The interests are just different. Just thought I'd get a little bit more support from the ones that wanted to play in the first place.


Now I'm stuck at home with board games stocked in my room and no one to play with. If I'm lucky, I'll get four people together tonight.


Oh well. Friends will be friends right?

Update!

So I haven't updated this damn thing in forever. I feel too lazy to update a blog but at the same time, I want to update it. It's not like many people follow my stuff. I'm not an amazing photographer and I'm not a foodie at all. I just enjoy my life and want to record what's going on.


On a different note, I recently purchased a D700. And let me say... Full frame is awesome. Just throw on my 50 and I'm ready to go photo hunting.


Here are just some random pictures of my life over the summer. Ate out a lot in Los Angeles, Orange County and San Francisco. It was not boring at all to say the least.


I always tend to get excited when I'm about to write a blog post. Then I realize after I write it that I'm not cut out to be an English major.


On to the pictures!

Time

Time. That is our most valuable asset right?


I feel like there's only so much time in life to get everything done. Obvious? Definitely so but why do I feel like I don't even have enough time to do what I enjoy?


I spend my days wasting time. Killing time. Sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing. I expect life to just came at me full force instead of going out and getting it myself.


I love my life though. My problems are at a minimum. I have a great support group filled with family and friends. I am blessed to have pretty much everything I need.


But this asset... this damn thing called time. Why is it always so pressed against us?

Time races against us whether it is finding the right person in our life or trying to finish a statistics test that you won't remember years from now. Why must time be measured in minutes? hours? seconds? years? days? Why can't I measure time in enjoyment?


I just want to enjoy all the time I have left in my life. Do what I want to do. But in reality, we all need money so working is inevitable.


I really need to appreciate the time that I've been given to live. The time that really allows me to look at life and realize how lucky and fortunate I am to have EVERYTHING.


A sunrise. A cloudy day. Rainstorms. Tapioca. Banh Mi. Tacos. Food Trucks. Working out. Beer. Life.


It all seems to tie together so well. If only there was time for so much more//


ramblings.