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Ten Characteristics of Great Men

1. Great men have their priorities in line. They know what is truly important in life, and live accordingly.

2. Great men are tender with those in need of tenderness. They are kind to the elderly, children, and those with disabilities. 

3. Great men respect and honor women. They don’t objectify, degrade, or demean them.

4. Great men participate in the community. They may spend time volunteering, working for a cause, or being involved with a charity.

5. Great men are honest, and have a sense of morality, integrity, and decency. They have an internal awareness of what is or is not appropriate, good, right, or decent.

6. Great men have a sense of purpose. They do not waste inordinate amounts of time in front of the TV or playing video games. They can balance fun and relaxation with work and productivity.

7. Great men are continually expanding their minds. They do not think they know it all and are open to new ideas and insights.

8. Great men have a healthy sense of self. They are confident and secure while maintaining a sense of humility.

9. Great men help and assist others. Whether in their place of employment, in their daily lives, or in the greater world at large, they have a sense of giving back.

10. Great men are in touch with their feelings, emotions, concerns, and even shortcomings. They don’t feel a need for pretense or power. They can cry, have compassion, and acknowledge mistakes. They can love and be loved.

Note, a great man is not measured by the amount of money he has, the kind of car he drives, the size of his biceps, or outward appearance.

A great man reflects his greatness in his everyday life.

I’ve never been a planner, which is ironic because I’m rarely spontaneous.  But I realized yesterday the reason I never make plans is because when I do they never workout. Without fail my plans always fall through. Ridiculous.

So I’m just going to keep sailing the seas I’m already on… sans the plans.

I started blogging in June of 2007. I had just gotten a new job/internship with a non-profit working for a man that spends more time blogging than anything else. He was genuinely confused how I did not have a blog. I had a MySpace (they were cool at the time) but rarely did someone use the blog feature on it.

So I started a blog. I thought since Boss blogged a lot and I worked for him, that maybe it would rub off. No. I had the time, but when it came down to substance I was painfully unaware of what to write. You can’t force funny, and I’ve never been emo or artistic or anything worth writing about or showing to all my ‘followers’. Because of who my boss was I acquired a decent amount of followers within a short period of time, therefore I felt obligated to please them and tickle their palate.

Long story short. Boss went away, I stopped blogging. Now through a series of blogs, and social networks I have returned to the blog world. I am not followed by any of Boss’s stranger friends from the past. I don’t write anything of substance or humor. I don’t write consistently. But I’m here, and that should count for something.

I deleted my facebook again. I’ve often gone through these stages where I get sick of having so many ‘friends’ that I go through and delte literally hundreds of people. Then I somehow slowly start bringing them back, and then I have too many and delete them all again. It’s a ridiculous process, which I am now done with.

A lot of us stopped using MySpace because it became ‘ghetto’, but now FaceBook is almost too trendy. For example, let’s say you’re at a bar and someone comes to hit on you, gone are the days of asking for someone’s phone number, now they ask if you have a facebook. So then they go look at all your pictures and status updates before deciding if you’re worth getting to know? I don’t get it. If you want to talk to me then call/text me, if you want to get to know me then hang out with me. I just can’t be a part of something I can no longer support.

Facebook is a fake reality, and I’d rather live my own life. I’ll let you decide what’s right for you, and I’ll support it either way.

I haven’t blogged in 3 months… I wish I had some really awesome excuse like I had delved into a foreign culture where they shunned electronics and technology… but alas, I really just forgot to write.

I forget a lot of things. Friday’s come, like today for example, and I can’t help but feel like I made some sort of weekend plans, but I cannot fathom what they were, so I make more - then I end up double booked. (I’m not as popular as I make myself sound.) I think I need a planner, but then I would forget to write things in it, or I would forget where I put it. I recently started using the calendar app on my phone… it’s not helpful to me because I forget to set reminders or I forget to look at it so see if I have things scheduled. Oh dear.

I think it’s funny (ironic funny, not haha funny) that I can remember where I was on my 5th birthday (Shamel Park), or what my mom’s 3rd grade teacher’s name was (Mrs.Painter) but I can’t remember what I planned for myself to do in 11 hours. That is just ridiculous.