An Update This Way Comes

I feel guilty, as if I have been cheating people out of an important opportunity to read something worthwhile on my blog.(No one reads it, and it has nothing worthwhile. Please don't let this irony be lost) In case you hadn't noticed, I have not been updating this. Life has been busier than usual lately, so these blog updates will most likely be spotty and not timely until things cool down. God only knows when that will be. So after much delay, I have something to say.

I am a big fan of the Ultimate Fighting Championship. I am convinced the love for competitive violence is linked to some primal instinct all predatory animals posess. Regardless of the why, I enjoy the UFC. With all the recent going-ons in the league, this has been a very entertaining year.

In the most recent pay-per-view event, defending light-heavyweight champion Chuck Lidell got knocked out by a newcomer to the UFC(but veteran to the sport) Quinton "Rampage" Jackson. This is the latest in a string of upsets this year. Starting with Rich Franklin losing to Silva, the belts for almost every single title (For some reason the lightweight champion hasn't had to defend his title, which probably shouldn't be his to begin with) have changed hands this year. This string of upsets has been entertaining to watch, but almost too convenient. I am not suggesting that fights have been fixed, but I believe the influx of talent from other mixed martial arts leagues has shown how limited the pool of fighters the UFC has been picking from is. Who in the current crop of fighters will be able to stand up to this new wave of fighters? My guess is that these titles will continue to change hands, and this will make the PPV fights worth watching. UFC 72 has a pretty dull fight card however (I'm not a Rich Franklin fan) but I'm sure I'll find a place to watch it regardless.

Large men beating each other silly aside, life has seemed to be a whirlwind of activity and interest, but the reality of it may be more dull than it feels. I have recently discovered that I have absolutely no faith in humanity as a whole. I assume most of the time that if someone can screw up they more than likely will. This ethos of mine is almost undressing in the manner of which it explains my actions, revealing more to my intentions and assumptions than most simple statements can. The fact that this statement can explain so much of my processes is unsettling, a fact in which itself is unsettling.

How is it then that the only thing I can think of that I truly want to do with my life is help other people? I believe that people are generally screw-ups, but I feel compelled and motivated to help people. If I truly thought that people will not change, and more often then not screw up why would I want to spend a life devoted to helping them? It's odd, but then again I am too. Hopefully I'll get around to figuring out if I want to work for a NPO or some other public service soon. I am very slow to change and I think that is a fault of mine I need to work on changing, especially if I ever want a real chance to live the nomadic lifestyle I dream about.

Well that's it for today, well right now I should say. I know if I begin to really delve in to the thoughts I have I could write a self-absorbed book. I will keep it short now, but this is only the tip of the iceberg in to the labyrinth of personal thought.