Man, under-destruction?

 I have a personal belief regarding humanity. Everybody’s ugly when they’re 13 years old. Now, this isn’t based on science, although I could cite adolescence and the effect of which it has on the human body, but it's based more on personal experience, both my own and those of others that I’ve encountered along the way. Personally, puberty was a suckfest for me. I spent all of high school looking weird to say the least. If I were to describe myself, I would say that I was exceptionally skinny. Of course, that would be an understatement of the highest caliber. An appropriate description would be that I looked like an extra from “The Walking Dead”. In fact, if I had been in high school during the initial casting of the show, I’d probably have been casted for the role of a random zombie, for which I really don’t know how I would have reacted should that have actually occurred.  Anyways, a dear friend and fellow blogger posted something a little while back to the same effect, bu...

If I had to describe my childhood, I would say it was a conventional period surrounded by unconventional people. Granted, my family are hardly some eccentric group of blood relatives that would give one pause for concern, but we were hardly ordinary. However, what we lacked in convention (and a degree of impulse control (but that’s another story for another time)), we made up for with genuine sentiment and love for one another. We’re loving and caring, even if we tend to prefer unusual and often extreme methods of conveying said love.  When I think of my dad, a lot of words come to mind to describe him. Above all, however, is wise. The man is wisdom personified. In fact, his definition of wisdom pretty much describes him to the letter. He would always define it as “knowledge that you get from life”. If that’s not an apt definition, then I defy all ye who are reading this now to provide me with a better one. We didn’t have a lot of bonding moments. Although I wish I would pinpoin...

 Anyone who knows me knows a fun fact about me. I’m a comic book nerd. Granted, I might be generous in using that term, considering that I barely have time to indulge in that now nor did I have the means to indulge in it when I was younger. However, it didn’t stop me from conversing with my friends about it actively and often. My favorite hero was Marvel’s Daredevil. I suppose if I had to give a reason, it would be due to him overcoming blindness (one of many fears I had as a child) with his other enhanced senses, his superb physical conditioning, martial arts prowess and notably his catholic faith (which I subscribe to, although once again, I might be generous in claiming that). So, you can imagine how many backflips the boy inside of me did when the Daredevil series came out on Netflix and (oh sweet Joseph) I wasn’t disappointed. Just looking at it made me wanna jump up and give Mr. Stan Lee (creator of Marvel comics) a standing ovation.   During the first season, there w...