Stories of Samson

2006-01-19T01:15:00.000-05:00

The scene begins on a nearly deserted street at midday. Laying in the middle of the street is a male of approximatly twenty. He is staring up at the sky in a contemplative manner. A female of the same age enter adn sees the male. She panics, believing him to be injured.

Girl: Oh god, oh god, someone help! Somebody get some help, this guy is hurt!
Boy: I'm not hurt.
Girl: What? Oh geez, you scared the crap out of me. What the hell are you doing laying in the middle of the street for?
Boy: Just staring up at the sky.
Girl: Well why the hell did you pick the middle of the street.
Boy: I'm not sure what hell has to do with my laying in the street, but it just seemed like a good place. Well, it was until you showed up.
Girl: You should be thanking me. I thought you were hurt.
Boy: Well then thank you. Maybe one day I will be able to save you. Perhaps you will be standing too close to a fire and I can put it out.
Girl: You know, you are a real ass-wipe.
Boy: An ass-wipe? I think a girl called me that in seventh grade once. I had a crush on her.
Girl: Because she called you an ass-wipe?
Boy: No, but that certainly helped. I like a bad-girl. You know, like Poison Ivy.
Girl: What?
Boy: The Batman villian, oh nevermind. Alright, whatever can I do to repay you for saving my life.
Girl: You could stop being an ass-wipe for starters.
Boy: Is that all? Hmm, that may be tough.
Girl: So what were your looking up at anyway?
Boy: I already told you, the sky.
Girl: What, like the clouds or something?
Boy: No, clouds actually mess it up. See, if you look up at a clear blue sky with nothing in your peripheral vision then it starts to envelope you, just completely surround your mind.
Girl: That may be the strangest thing I have ever heard.
Boy: What are you, deaf?
Girl: So much for you not being an ass-wipe.
Boy: Sorry, its a part of who I am: ass-wipedness.
Girl: Hmm, that's an admirable quality. It can probably get you pretty far in life.
Boy: Oh it has.
Girl: Where, laying in the middle of the street looking up at the sky?
Boy: And don't forget about being rescued by a stranger.
Girl: Ah yes, that is important. Perhaps I should give it a shot.
Boy: What, laying in the street? Bring a pillow or your head starts to get sore.
Girl: No, being an ass-wipe. But I guess the laying in the street part comes with the package.
Boy: Oh it does. That and meeting strange people.
Girl: So perhaps I already am an ass-wipe.
Boy: Hah, I doubt it.
Girl: What do you mean? How do you know I am not an ass-wipe?
Boy: Well you did try and save me after all.
Girl: Oh come on, like you wouldnt have done the same thing.
Boy: Well, it just depends.
Girl: On what, if it's a hot girl?
Boy: No, the person just have to have a certain quality about them.
Girl: But how could you tell, they would be laying in the middle of the street.
Boy: You can tell a lot about a person based on how they are laying.
Girl: No you can't!
Boy: Yeah, I guess you are right. Anyway, I wouldn't just save anyone, only those who I thought needed it.
Girl: Well how could you tell whether or not they needed to be saved.
Boy: I dunno, I just could.

2005-12-04T00:41:00.000-05:00

Is it worth it to experience something so good, only to have it end in misery. And why is it that these extremes always seem to happen so close to one another; one moment everything is euphoria, the next bitterness.

Why do emotions seek to control every aspect of life. Perhaps the Charles Dickenson character "Gradgrind" knew their overwhelming power when he said that all one should concern themself with was fact. Reason makes everything simple, letting black be black and white be white; no room for the grey tinge of emotions that tends to taint everything.

But what if there was no emotion. Would that mean no love?

Hardly.

Can love exist outside of emotion?

Absolutely.

Should love exist completely devoid of emotion?

No.

So where is the balance? How does one know what love for another is, especially in relationships? How can one decide they truly love the person they are with, or it is just an emotional response to companionship?

Love is when emotions stop demanding that response.

First Girlfriend

2005-11-17T12:20:00.000-05:00

For as long as he could remember, Samson, as any other boy naturally would, wanted a girlfriend. But for some reason a girlfriend was hard to come by for Samson. It seemed that the girls he was interested were already in a relationship, or were simply not interested in dating Samson. Then Samson began to think that perhaps he had set his standards too high, that waiting for the perfect girl was unreasonable. But then, Samson was not one to just settle, and he decided that he would rather be alone then compromise his standards just to be dating someone. As fate would have it, however, the moment Samson began having these thoughts of eternal solitude, fortune tossed the perfect girl his way.
Her name was Sayrah, and she was as unique as the spelling of her name. Samson met her at the grocery store, of all places, and immediately took a liking to her. Perhaps it was the way she walked, or maybe the way she dressed, but there just seemed to be an air of confidence surrounding her. And as most boys know, confidence in a girl is automatically intimidating. Samson, however, was never one to back down at the chance of conversing with a lovely lady, so he feebly attempted conversation with her. "Excuse me, miss, but you dropped a grape on the ground." Samson was surprised at his choice of topic, but fortunatly she went with it.
"Oh, I did." And with that she kicked the grape under the fruit stand.
"Pardon me asking," said Samson," but do you normally buy the green or red grapes?"
"Oh, it just depends on which is the cheapest."
"I see." Samson could see that this conversation was leading to the gutter, so he changed the subject in the most drastic of ways. "You don't, perchance, have the hankering to go on a date with me, do you?"
Sayrah was taken back by this question, but more for the fact that Samson used the word "hankering" then the fact that he just asked her on a date.
"Well, I suppose..."
"Really?"
"Sure, why not?"
And so it was, Samson to take Sayrah on a date.

Introduction of Samson

2005-10-13T11:39:00.000-05:00

Samson had one defining characteristic. Some have considered it a strange defining characteristic, but Samson was always glad to be defined regardless. The characteristic being spoken of isn't by any means bad, or good for that matter, just unique, and that is exactly what Samson wanted; to be unique. Ever since the age of three Samson strived to be unique in any possible way. His mother used to worry about Samson's desire for uniqueness, especially after she found him hiding in the bathtub cover in yellow paint. She even took him to see a therapist when he disassembled the swingset and tried to build a bomb shelter after watching a special on the Cold War. So with his mother out to stifle his uniqueness, Samson found something to do that his mother found relatively mild in comparison to his other ventures.
Samson wore shoes constantly, or rather, all the time. Samson never took his shoes off, or at least was never seen not wearing any. Not even in bed, or the sandbox, nor in the pool did Samson remove his shoes. The only time a pair ever left his feet was when they became so worn through that they failed to serve their purpose and the purchase of a new pair was required. And when it did come time to switch shoes it was always a sad day. Samson would mourn the loss of his beloved foot coverings for days, even weeks depending on how long they were in his possession. But Samson never threw a pair away. He kept them all safely enshrined in his closet, slumbering peacefully in their original box.

Introduction

2005-10-13T11:38:00.000-05:00