A Moment of Your Time...

Maybe it is from my daily experiences or maybe it is from the tragedy but I find myself wondering this a lot lately. Yes, our human nature is to judge and compare. For instance, as a writer/blogger, when I read someone's writing, I critique and compare to my own writings. When someone does something that seems counterproductive like staying in a relationship that they seem to not enjoy, I do indeed question their judgement. But that is not what I am talking about here. My bewilderment comes from those that feel the need to judge every aspect of everyone's life, and let's be honest: we all know one of those people. Typically, they are the world's biggest gossiper; you may have them in your family, friends, or at work. It seems like they spend most of their day talking about others, and from my experience, it is seldom in a positive manner. At work, they typically are the one to tear down another's work or to instantly jump on the opportunity to talk shit when a p...

Listen, I get that sometimes people need some help. Maybe an unexpected expense comes up, and you need a loan. Maybe, you have fallen in to a tough time and need some help. Or maybe you just ate something that reeks, and you need a piece a gum. I get it. Sometimes, we need to ask for a handout. But even so, how can someone be so comfortable with it? Blame it on my independent nature or even on my stubbornness for needing to stand on my own two feet, but one of the worst things in the world to me is asking for help. Whether it is something I intend to pay back (like money) or something I don't intend to pay back (like Ibuprofen), it actually pains me to ask for or take something from someone. Listen, I am a grown adult (no comments on the grown part), and I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I can buy and pack my own lunch, purchase my own gum, pay my own bills, and do my own shopping. Why should someone else do that for me? But, as I have found out, not everyone...

I've been called unsympathetic, unfeeling, and even an asshole to be blunt. It has been assumed that I am simply uncaring. I don't know where these rumors come from...Okay, maybe I know where. Blame it on my severe (self-diagnosed) ADHD or just blame it on my basic outlook on life, but I tend to dwell very little on things. I am not the type to get stuck on what happened because I am already on to the next step. I feel like blaming it on my childhood or upbringing would be a cop out, but then again, aren't we all shaped by our youth? Because my memory lasts about 3.14159 minutes, I can't say I remember a tremendous amount about those days, but I certainly do not remember times when my dad lingered on something. It is just not in my nature. I have had relationships (prior to meeting my now-wife of course) last years, months, and even minutes, and guess what? I would say it took me minutes to get over each one. I have been in severe car accidents, substantial legal ...

"Do you get paid?" "What's the point?" "Why waste your time?" If you haven't been asked that before, I can only ask, "Do you even blog, bro?" Joking aside, I have lost track of the amount of times I have been either asked that or even asked someone else. Of course the answers are: "No""IDK""Because I enjoys it, Mama". I write because I love to write, and I mainly write about technology because that is what I am passionate about. HardwYred doesn't generate income (yet), and it certainly doesn't stand up to The Verge, Engadget, CNET, etc. Oh well. Maybe one day it will be as big as them, or possibly, it could lead to a job with one of them. Even if it doesn't, I will still continue it. I may never reach the audience that they do nor have the readership that they do; for what it's worth, my wife does not even read it but that has more to do with content than authorship (her words). If eve...

I'm not a writer. Even though I try to be, I know that a tech blog amongst the thousands is nothing serious. I don't do it for anything other than my love of both tech and writing. I also don't pretend to have all the answers in life. If fact, I seem to have so few for both myself and others. I once used to blog about things of meaning like being a good person and having faith. It was something I was proud of,  but I never felt I had an impact. Maybe I was wrong. The purpose for this was never to be read; this wasn't written for an audience. This was written to make a difference. The problem with my blog was maybe not that I had the wrong things to say, but maybe the wrong place to say them. Maybe I just didn't give enough when it was needed or I said the right things at the wrong time. In my heart, I feel like people need direction and a guiding hand at times. Even the most independent people don't always have the answers. While I know I certainly don...