52) Is Mopering A Word?

While waiting for the elevator this morning I noticed the security guard eyeing two girls as they entered the building. His eyes drifted from their faces to their bodies. His head turned with them as they passed and his eyes drifted low as he watched them walk toward the elevators. Now, I like to check out hot chicks as much as the next dude, but this entire ordeal was shameless and awesome.

I can't help but wonder how come this sort of behavior is so heavily one-sided. How come girls do not stand around in public environments shaking their heads at the mere thought of what they could do to the guys who walked by? Think of how different the world would be. And each time I caught a girl staring at me and thinking dirty thoughts (which would happen frequently) I would stop and say, "Damn right!"

Oh wait. I think I just answered my own question. Girls shamelessly checking out guys only encourages guys, and this is something most girls do not need more of in their lives. Ok, I get it.

Writing this post reminds me of watching Revenge of the Nerds on HBO when I was in 4th grade. I watched it with my dad in Fort Hood, TX. There is a scene in the middle of the movie where Booger talks with a cop about a man arrested for mopering. Booger asks, "What is mopering?" The officer explaining it to Booger says, "Mopering is when you expose yourself to a blind person."

After this scene aired I asked my dad what exposing yourself means. He explained it, and to hammer home his point he said, "How would you like it if a girl came up to you and showed you her naked body?" Even at the tender age of 9 I did not shy away from seeing a naked girl.

So, the moral of the story is: Guys are shameless and girls unfortunately must deal with it.

51) March 24, 1986

Do you know what you did on March 24, 1986? I am certain most people do not know what they did on this particular day. But I do, because while I sifted through a giant rubbermaid container filled with old writing a couple of weeks ago, I stumbled upon an important treasure. I found my first journal. Jeanne took me shopping and suggested that I start my own diary. She took me to K-Mart and led me down the school supply aisle. I have no idea how come I chose the most grandma-looking of all the diaries available. Isn't this the strangest thing for a 9 year old boy to pick out?



















Here is the first excerpt. As I read through this thing I may post other entries. Maybe not, depending on how "personal" they are. As you probably know, a young boy's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. Did I just steal that line from Titanic? Anyway, hopefully there will be plenty to enjoy as I read through my very first journal.

March 24, 1986

Today I ate yucky beans. I threw up one of them. I saw It’s a Wonderful Life for the hundredth time. Today I got a haircut and new sunglasses. I played Mr. Ed with my dad and I just found out what etc. means. I had to read a stupid manners book. I got in trouble just because I said, “Gosh!” Tonight I had to read because I was scared. But I had a good dream.

Today I met a kid called Mike. He babysitted me. He’s real nice. We play with his video set. Dad and I played catch and played cards. I had two popcycles. I had real fun today.