Mistaken For Love Sick Puppies

Last night I had the euphoric pleasure of going on my first pseudo-date with Corrie Nelson, and by pseudo I mean, well, we couldn’t be more separate. In fact, we had to clarify this all too important fact to the angst ridden coffee shop vagabond, after he paid us an endearing complement when he said “You two are sickening together.” We were acting like love sick puppies. The burrito was good, but was “missing something.” I think it was more of a metaphor than a critique of Zooka’s mediocre burritos. This is Corrie and I for the majority of the night:



Later that night, we mused over the notion of the formation of identity. Just what exactly remains constant in our mental and physical construct, thus making us who we are and always will be? From what I understand, the cells of the body go through complete regeneration (therefore transformation) every seven years. Simply put, our physical construct is not only in a constant state of flux but the material components that constituted my body seven years ago no longer exist. My body from seven years ago has simply disappeared. Vanished. Dissolved. Unraveled.

While this anatomical dissolution maybe conceptually difficult to accept, the notion that our metaphysical being is following suit seems abundantly obvious. I imagine the admission of internal change (personality, morals, knowledge, experience, wisdom, mentality, ethics) would be an easy admittance for most of us.

Personally speaking, I am in no way, shape, or form the person that I was seven years ago (I say seven years simply because it is supposedly the requirement for complete cell regeneration… also I imagine most people have gone through significant nonphysical changes in the last seven years as well). So the question becomes, what are the commonalities between the person we are now and the person we used to be? Or, to put it another way, what makes “me”, me?



I feel that we are the summation of our unique and personal experiences. It’s been said, “We are the product of unseen hands.” These people, or these hands, may be lost, gone, far away, but they are never forgotten. They are always there in our hearts, pushing us, holding us, guiding us, loving us. I think about the person who I am and will always be and how people have changed and molded me…

The realization that there is no greater regret or offense than making someone feel inferior. Also, learning that there is nothing better to do on nice days than to spend them smiling… Sarah

That I want nothing more than to be a loving and husband to my wife and father to my children. This is perhaps the greatest thing a man can do… My Dad

When something is funny you should laugh long and hard, and not care what anyone thinks. And that it’s okay to not be nice sometimes… Corrie

There is no greater gift in life than a good mother, and that I should keep this in mind when choosing my wife… My Mom

To try and be cool… Casey

To not look back at the future unless you plan on going there… My Grandfather

These are obviously only a few, but they stick out at the current moment. It is these things, or unseen hands, that make me the person I am and will always be. I might forget them from time to time, but they are always there, holding me, in some way or another.

For now, it’s a beautiful day… Anna and I are off to explore the greater San Marcos area, so we’ll see. Cheerio!