Lacking the essentials

I have finally decided that I am going to move away from Provo until the fall. I am tired of the situation that I find myself in. It is more than possible to grow tired of a place and I believe that for all intensive purposes I am indeed provo'd out. I believe that I have outstayed my welcome at the universtiy that Brigham built. Besides everyone who is single is gone anyway. Goodnight and good luck Provo, Utah.

Stay Dry

Well it appears that the life of a door to door salesman is far more difficult than was originally anticipated. The first day gave me false hope as to how profitable I may be. I have worked for five hours in the past two days and haven't made a sale yet. It is very frustrating (although I must admit that this cold streak is far worse than I have ever experienced). I think that my lack of success can be contributed to the fact that for at least half of the time I have been knocking areas that the day previous have already been knocked by Rock chip salesman.
  Lack of success seems to bitter a person towards the fellow man or woman who is rejecting him at the door. I have experienced much rejection in the two years of being a missionary as well as the months of being a sales person. Rejection comes from all people of all sizes shapes and races. There are some rejections that hurt worse than others. Getting yelled at hurts far worse than a simple no thank you I am not interested. However, with all the forms of rejection that I have experienced in my life there is one way of rejection that is more angering than any other form. It is not the person yelling at you for being on their doorstep or the quick slam of the door. It is not the sound of a gun. Rather it is the simple careless phrase pouring out of the mouths of indifferent and indecent people. It is a phrase such as "Good Luck." 
   Out of all the assanine and despicable remarks that could be made this is the worst. "I'm not interested in buying your product...but Good luck." how dare you attempt to present yourself as a caring benevolent individual. How dare you actually try to pass off as though you are my friend. I have come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as luck. If there were such a thing as luck and if it could be effected by people wishing you to have luck, then with all of the people who have wished me the best of luck in finding someone with a rock chip, there would have been one person who would have presented themselves by now.
The only thing worse than good luck is strictly a response presented to missionaries. It is by far the most despicable and down right apathetic response available. It only presents itself in weathers of extremity. The phrase was forged by Lucifer in the very depths of hell. It is disgusting. It is wrong. and it is frustrating. Whenever it rains, or whenever it snows, or whenever it is hot, the minions of Satan whisper this saying straight in the ear of an uncaring person. In times of heat it is "No i'm not interested thanks though... Stay Cool." in times of Snow it is "No Im not interested thanks though... stay warm." and the worst of all in times of downpour it is "stay dry."
Stay Dry. Stay Dry? May your soul, if you have one, be banished to the fiery inferno's of the netherworld. You indecent human being. How dare you. Have you not an ounce of the milk of human kindness within your blackened soul. I ask to come in to avoid, for just a moment, the severity of the extreme and unkind weather and all you banish me. You place me in tyhe cold rainy storm and tell me to stay dry. Your sick. Your the type of person that would turn Anne Frank and her family to the SS and then as they are being taken away handcuffed being poked by bayonets and assuredly marching to their death you would tell them, "stay alive." The antithesis of love is not hatred. Nor is the antithesis of love apathy. No the Antithesis of love and all things virtuous lovely or of good report is you Mr. or Ms. person telling me to stay dry.  May a swarm of genetically altered wasps known as tracker jackers come and sting you to death. May their venom induce aweful delusions of those you love being malled by spiders. May you suffer an ignaminous and unkind end and as you do so I will look at you and tell you to "stay alive."
well I feel much better after this post. Good luck to everyone and try and stay dry.    

The Pep Talk

Well my first day of sales was a success. It took me about three hours to make my first sale of the summer. I had knocked on about a hundred doors. After about the hundred and first door I struck up a conversation with a guy on the street and started to just ask him about his life. His name was Eric and he seemed to be quite the interesting guy. He was born in Idaho and grew up in Bear lake, which is a resort town by summer and frozen hell hole by winter. after Speaking about his hometown of Bear Lake, he told me that he had a rock chip that he needed fixing. I started to fix it for him and then suddenly my repair drill slipped causing a small dent to appear through his glass. He was not happy and I ended up doing the job for free. That's the last time I ever try and sell to a guy from Bear Lake. Not because I think all people from Bear Lake are rude but because I probably will never meet another guy from the town of bear lake again.
Following that disappointment I was pretty much down. I returned to my apartment and sat in it for about twenty minutes trying to figure out how I was going to feel productive this entire summer. Suddenly I heard a ring from my cell phone and noticed that it was my little brother calling. With nothing more than a  melancholy tone in my voice I answered the phone. Bradford then informed me that he got a 4.0 this semester at RCC (way to go on that B-rad). After his informing upon his successes he asked me what was wrong. I then told my dear brother of the problems that I was having and how frustrated I was. My brother then gave me a pep talk. I don't think that there is anything more humiliating than your little brother telling you that your not a failure. The very fact that he is four years my younger and is giving me advice about my life is just about the most embarrassing thing in the world. Following this discussion I got up and went out and made forty dollars. I thank brad in part for his compelling advice to me (which it actually was) and in part of his embarrassing me to the fullest extent possible.

The Life of a Salesman

After being rejected from countless numbers of jobs and job positions I have come to the conclusion that I am going to go ahead and do Rock Chip repair once again. I feel as though I have been confined to the life of a salesman. I feel as though these are the only jobs that I can get. I dont like knocking doors but I will do it. In fact I am going to get excited about it. It is my goal to start making money and start making it fast.

The Various Kinds of People of the World

Throughout the past years I have come to the conclusion that people are usually cut out of the same cloth. I have concluded that stereotypes are for the most part are indeed true. Thus, I feel as though indivduals can easily be labled.
For the most part I do not think that this is a bad thing. I am able to label people and most of the time those labels allow me to enjoy the company of others and it allows me to brace myself for what is coming. This evening and weekend I have decided that there are some cloths that I mesh well with and there are others who do not go well with the cloth of Romulus Jones.
I have decided that the cloth that I mesh the least well with are Rock climbers. Climbers usually are directly above field rodent and directly below four legged reptile in what I enjoy to spend my time with. I do not enjoy their pagan devotions and their various terms of ways to begin rock climbing. It is mind numbing. I feel as though I am on the outside of an inside joke. I feel as though there speakings of and devotions to mother nature border that of the galic tribes who craeted stonehenge and the tribes of the Amazonians. They disgust me in many ways.
On the flip side after spending the weekend in sacramento califrnia going to my friend Matt Ott's wedding I have come to the conclusion that I quite enjoy the company of pill pooping exactsy tripping techno heads. For the entire weekend Nate Moorhead and I were accompanied by two of matts old friends who were once big into the rave scene. Despite all of their foibles probably caused by previous spouts of drug use, I enjoy how relaxed and fun loving they are.
This weekend was fantastic. I loved it so much. I enjoy being away from Provo Utah. It is healing unto my soul.

The Vacation

My trip to California has been a pleasant one. I have enjoyed my stay here and I enjoy the chance that I have had to work with my father. It is a nice feeling having a job. I enjoy it a tremendous amount. With this being stated, it is incredibly difficult for me to go back to Utah where I don’t have a job and I am not being productive what so ever. The difference is very little between me here and me there. However  I feel as though I am so much more productive here. While I know that it is just as productive, if not more so to find a job independently from my father, it is still just very frustrating to be disciplined enough to go ahead and find one.

                Living in a heavily guarded mormon society does really have its perks though; especially in being able to make correct decisions. Swearing is far more common in secular society than the mormon monastery that I have called my home for the past year. So to is the temptation to watch uncouth and salacious television and movies. It is just so commonly accepted to watch these shows here that it is easy to accep the standards of others as your own. I think Provo is a fitting place for me at the present moment. With this in mind, I think provo has ripened me for satan’s harvest. I havfe loosened my standards while living in Provo in an attempt to be accepted into the mormon culture and as I return down to the real world I am more easily swayed to sin.  

                Regardless of what has transpired throughout this entire trip and my susceptibility towards sin, I have come to the conclusion that I am very glad that I have taken this trip. I have managed to both relax in a different way that I would be able to than in Provo and I have been able to work in a different way than I would be able to in provo. It has been a good trip.

                It is my belief that this trip is merely a microcosm for how my colligiate life is. Since returning home from my mission I have been quite frustrated in regard to my lack of focus on others. It is frustrating to do things for oneself. It is frustrating to educate, feed, and entertain yourself without the thought of others. During my mission it was these actions which constituted a hedonistic lifestyle.  Throughout this time I have felt frustrated and upset.

                During this break I have been reading a book called Same Kind of Different As Me. It is a rather inspiring story regarding the friendship between a rich art dealer and a poor black homeless man. It was during my reading of this inspiring story that I began to reflect upon my future career as a teacher. For the past few months I have been driven to live out a benevolent dream. I have been inspired to help serve people from the ghetto by helping them as a history teacher. It is such a pure and wonderful dream. It is as if I will be stepping back in to my mission doing a thing that is far more worthwhile than just making money. I will be helping and inspiring children to transcend the racial, social, and economic fetters which presently keep them bound.   

                It was at that moment that I realized that my vacation indeed was symbolic of my college experience. Currently I am on a vacation in California, but in the same way, currently I am on a vacation from doing that which is benevolent and kind, but is also difficult. In college I am focusing upon myself and bettering myself in order to better those who I will serve in the future. All that I must now do is learn to enjoy myself and for the present time living for myself.

Scholarship Letter

Dear Call Family,

            I would like to thank you for your contribution on my behalf. Words cannot express the joy that I have experienced since I have received this scholarship. I thank you so much for your desire to assist students in regard to their schooling.

            Receiving this scholarship is one of the most rewarding things has ever happened to me. Allow me to share a little bit about myself. I am an individual who in some regards has been dealt a very difficult hand of cards to play with in the game of life. I am dyslexic. I have ADHD. I suffer from spouts of anxiety and I am clinically diagnosed with depression. I have been diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder.  At times life has been difficult for me to live. I could not read until the fifth grade. I was in remedial classes for the majority of my adolescence. There have been times in college where school just seemed far too difficult. At those times I wanted to quit. I have wanted to give up.

            Growing up with such problems was difficult for me. I have had to endure the jokes that come from unkind and insensitive peers, who considered me to be less than them. I grew up having the world think that I was stupid and incapable. However, I always have known that I was intelligent. I have always known that I was far more capable than anyone has given me credit for being. For many years, however, it bothered me that no one else knew that I was smart.

            While my disabilities have given a great amount of grief, they have also allowed me to learn and to grow in ways that none of my peers can. I have had to work harder and become far more committed to my schoolwork and extracurricular activities because of these disabilities. I have had to humble myself and ask others for assistance. I have had to learn how to win at the game of life even when I was given a lousy set of cards to play with. How I am grateful for those disabilities. They have made me who I am today. How I am grateful for the lessons that they have taught me. I would never trade them for anything. I thank God for giving me these disabilities. I would not trade the hand of cards I have been dealt for anything in this world.

            The scholarship that your family has given me is a momentous occasion in my life. It is physical proof that I have transcended those things which for so many years kept me bound. This scholarship is evidence that I have overcome much in my life. I thank both your family and God for the opportunity to receive this scholarship. You have no idea what this means to me.

With much appreciation,

P.S. If you wish to stay in contact with me please feel free to email me at Jromneyevans@gmail.com