Year of the Gentleman

Is chivalry dead?

I love to see men open doors for women, pull out a lady's chair, or even give a woman his jacket when she's cold. I know it may seem hard, but believe me its the right way to go. Now, I admit I hate being cold, its the worst possible condition to me. I thrive in sweltering heat. I live for the sun, it sustains me, but I would hate to walk with a woman and be warm all the while she's next to me damn near convulsing due to the cold. 

You may be asking where did this all come from, and why am I questioning the morals of my fellow men. The answer is simple. I've been listening to Ne-Yo's new CD, Year of the Gentleman, and I feel that just the title alone touches on a sensitive subject. 

" The age of chivalry is past. Bores have succeeded to dragons" Charles Dickens

I pray that Dickens was wrong, and that men still are men. Meaning that they still value the well being of women, and not just that of their significant others. I can be honest and say that I have in the past been lax in my chivalrous nature, but thankfully I have a mother, and strong female friends who have set me back on the right track. I never want to feel that this world has lost its morals, its character, or its conscience.  

Yes conscience. A conscience is what tells us right from wrong, and without it we would not know that its wrong to enter into a room before a lady. We would not be able to fully appreciate the fact that as men we can accomplish great things in our lifetimes, but without a strong woman then we will inevitably fall. 

" Behind every great man is a strong woman" ?

The above quote was true when it was said and stands true now. I hope to find a woman strong enough to stand behind me, and when I do I will honor and respect her the way she deserves.  Chivalry is not dead because I am alive. I will leave you with this quote, and then once again this train ride must come to an end. 

"Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth. " Charles Kingsley

Lost Passenger

Well, I'm in the mood for a little recreational blogging. Halloween  was, well, interesting.  We had a halloween party at the Boys and Girls club. It was fun. We had all candy, great times. So at the club I started racing one little girl, of course I won. This one race ended up turning into a series of races between me and all the kids. Then some other staff got involved, and it finally culminated with a 5 dollar bet between me and my boss on whether I could beat my friend Jordan, another staff member. 

Now, this is the scenario. 

Jeremiah- ran about 50 races against kids, never losing. 

Jordan- fresh and completely energized.

Jeremiah- extremely cocky, so I agree.

Now the results. 

The first race I won, but they decided they wanted to act like they didn't know where the finish line was, so we had to had to do it again. 

Second race Jordan damn near throws me to the ground in an attempt to body me out the way. I call for a rematch. 

Third race is actually fair, but we tie; although, some kids say I won. It didn't matter after that I no no longer had the energy to run anymore. I'm getting to old for that(21 on December 31st).

It was fun, but I firmly believe if Jordan had decided to run against me when I was fresh and still a bundle of energy it would have been a different ending entirely. 

Ok, so of course my Halloween consisted of more than just the BGC, after work I went to see Saw V with some friends. The movie was great, but my ex-girlfriend was there. Me and her supposedly had squashed all our problems, but we didn't say one word to each other. Not hi, hello, hows it going, we said nothing. It was interesting because we talked to everyone but each other. Then we get home at about 2am and decide to text complaining about why neither one of us spoke, and that it was awkward. She texted me that it bothered her that WE didn't speak to each other, and to be honest it bothered me too, but in my defense, I waved and she didn't see it. 

Well, that was my halloween. It was coo, but I miss the days when Halloween was one of my favorite holidays. Well, next up is Thanksgiving. Thankfully I'll be back home in the wonderful city of Chicago where I belong. Well, I have to read for class, I have a test tomorrow. Feel free to wonder aimlessly around the train, but the conductor has to take a break.