80 million hobbies

I was told today that I have, as the title suggests, 80 million hobbies. Now I'm not exactly sure if this is a positive or negative trait, but it doesn't sound too bad. I will admit to having a varied set of interests which seem to encompass but are not limited to A: everything and B: anything else. For instance I started cataloging languages I know something about the other day. Check it, in total I know pieces of something like eight different languages. I wish that I knew more as I can only truly read and write in two and struggle with the other six at best, but know enough to get by with the basics of communication. It is always important to be able to say hello, ask how a person is doing, ask where the bathroom is, and know about the culture enough to know what is customary.

But, I need to realize that I am good enough. I don't need to try to be impressive with my wealth of knowledge, my many talents, or my not-rich status. I just don't know how to go about proving to people that I am worth their time. I guess the base question is "why?" Why in the first place do I feel a need to prove myself? I generally find that my natural gifts easily lead to me telling impressive tales, and it does not help that I studied story telling and can innovate on the impressiveness in the spirit of story telling. So to be kind I keep my mouth shut, help out where ever and when ever I can, and am generally courteous. This, however, generally leads to being taken advantage of and blown off, generally classified as not-interesting.

Well whatever, their loss right. The book is coming along, I am really proud of it. Like, proud enough to think it could actually do well. On top of that some friends have helped me to come to a grand realization. If editors or publishers want me to make major structural changes I can argue against this, as, I am, randomly, a specialist on the topic in which I am writing. I am not just Joe the guy who wants to write a kid's fantasy book. Rather I'm the rambling guy who studied storytelling, folklore, culture, fairy-tales, creative writing and even kid's books (whatda ya know). Who would have thought that such a random set of skills would actually qualify me for something, and that something is writing.

Well, in a few hours I get back to a friend's wedding. All joy and hope to them for the future, as I'm not sure who is more blessed by this union. What I do know, is that I am never doing another wedding for free again. But besides that, if everything goes well with the two systems... omitted... and many other problems, let's hope things go well. Although, I'm sure they will as I am the best and know what I am doing. Congrats guys!

Kids:

At the wedding rehearsal I spent a good deal of time watching two kids run around (partially as there was little to do and they were having fun and partially to make sure they did not hurt themselves or mess up my sound system). I later got to talk to a friend about kids some. Her feeling was that they are cute... when you can give them back. This is too true, but even such I fear that I am growing more and more to accept the idea of kids. You know, kids, the bane of social life if there ever was one (acne is only a deterrent, not a bane). And if anything I have ever known was re-enforced today by kids it's that girls are not evil, as some of them are in fact nice... not to me, per say, but to cute little kids... hmmmm if I put my brain into a little kid's body,.... Just think of what I could get away with.... Hmmmmmmm