Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Hardest Job I Ever Had: Restaurant Server and I'm Not Alone

This blog is dedicated to the men and women that work their asses off to feed the country. They are usually under appreciated, under tipped, but mostly not understood.

Servers at America's restaurants are usually less educated than the people that can afford to eat at the restaurants which the servers work.

Patrons show high levels of contempt for this very reason. After all, having a bachelor's degree makes you a better person, right?

What is so easy to overlook is why a person may be working a job as a server. Many of these servers are young, in their late teens and have not even had the chance to work on a college degree. But many are also working these jobs because their circumstance makes it nearly impossible for them to rise through education to a white collar job.

When you are a single mother working 10 hour days to barely live paycheck to paycheck it is almost out of the question to attend, let alone pay for a higher education.

Does it mean these people are losers without ambition, cozy in a dead-end job? Quite the contrary.

Waiting tables is one of the hardest jobs in this country. You are paid a base salary as low as $2 and change an hour. As much as 95% of your income can be dependent on tips. This fact is something very few patrons know or appreciate. Couple this with the pressures of trying to satisfy managers, chefs, food runners, bartenders, and patrons all at the same time, and it is easy to understand why your service may not always be stellar.

There is also massive turnover in these jobs. This means many servers are literally learning on the job and make mistakes out of pure lack of experience.

It's nearly a lose-lose scenario. A year of work in this job is more than enough to burnout the hardest workers. And people wonder why some servers seem to care less about their job performance.

A cashier gets paid the same for great or terrible performance. A server however is supposed to work infinitely harder for just a few extra bucks an hour.

Now if you want great service everytime you go out to dinner, expect to pay for it. Go to a restaurant that costs $50 a person. These higher end establishments provide better service because the servers are tipped more as the cost of the food is higher. These jobs are few in quantity in comparison to the entire industry.

Servers at this level understand how difficult it is to make decent money and therefore work beyond what is imaginable to keep these jobs. After all, there are 100 other servers that would beg on their hands and knees for these server jobs.

When I was 18 years old I was lucky enough to get a job at a local upscale restaurant as a server. I worked 10 hour days on weekdays (Tuesdays-Thursdays) and 12-14 hour days on weekends (Fridays-Sundays).

The chef (also the owner) was an old-school Belgian that learned in the best restaurants in Europe. If service was perfect, I received no compliments. If service was imperfect in anyway small or large, the wrath I received was more than enough to mentally break the strongest of people.

I am anything but thin-skinned. I apologize when I make a mistake. I can take criticism and even anger from others and brush it aside as I work to understand where the anger may come from. It takes a person to target me viciously, relentlessly, and without reason to get my blood boiling or cause me mental strife.

When I was a server the chef broke me mentally. It is the only time in my life that I was crying on the job in front of customers, and I was still able to go through the motions to provide good service.

Did I deserve to be beat down mentally by the chef? Absolutely not. Was he trying to make me better at my job or merely unleashing anger on someone that he could? I'll never know. But I worked harder than ever after that night to be even better.

I've also worked white collar jobs that paid me double what I made at my restaurant while barely putting forward half the effort as I did while waiting tables. Serving food was the most honest dollar I have ever made in my life. And, I am not alone.

The next time you go out to eat and receive less than amazing service, try to remember all the reasons a server may not be at the top of their game before you leave a nasty note as a tip.

-B.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Alcoholism: More Than a Personal Story

It is hardly a secret that for the majority of my adult life I drank heavily, daily, and was even cited with a DWI in 2011.

I am an alcoholic, an alcoholic that has been sober now for over 2 years. But, I will be an alcoholic for the rest of my life, save future medical or technological advances that can cure this disease. Though I do not expect nor wish for such a cure (at least for myself).

I have accepted that I cannot drink so much as a light beer again without putting my life in danger of ending prematurely as has happened to so many. Occasionally (maybe once every other month) I will have a non-alcoholic beer, but that is the extent to which I touch a beer bottle.

Alcoholism runs through the maternal part of my family. My maternal great great grandfather died of cirrhosis of the liver at age 30. My great grandfather drank daily his entire life, except for Lent, and somehow lived a full life without alcohol doing more than making him a grade A asshole. My maternal uncle is a lifelong active alcoholic for which his nearly life ending cancer could be attributed to.

Though my grandmother, my mother and sister have never struggled with alcoholism, they all admit they have felt tendencies after drinking on a regular basis. This disease was not so kind to me.

From the moment I had my first drink, I knew it was for me. Alcohol brought me calmness, euphoria, and allowed me to forget my life problems if only for a night at a time. It was not until my last year in high school and first year as an undergraduate that the disease truly took hold of me.

I became somewhat popular my last year in high school. I was in multiple theatre productions, and I even got my first girlfriend (yes she was really cute). I was receiving straight A's. I was accepted to the University of Virginia through the early admission process (out of state) and even nominated for (though I did not receive) the Jefferson Scholar award which offered a full scholarship. Friends seemed to be almost everywhere as people saw and were attracted to my radiating confidence.

At first, drinking was a honeymoon that seemed to open social doors. Once I matriculated to UVA, I was rushed and inducted into a fraternity. My somewhat awkward social nature would have made it much more difficult to fit in without the social lubricant that is alcohol.

I was at the apex of my academic performance, all while able to party at the same time. Little did I know my honeymoon with alcohol was about to end and turn into a seemingly endless nightmare.

I began to develop a tolerance to alcohol. This led to me drinking more and more until I would fall asleep or blackout occasionally. I started to become belligerent, not physically, but verbally.

The things I said to friends were of the most base and despicable nature. Upon awakening from a long night drinking I could not even remember half of what I did the night before, let alone the horrible things I said.

It was not long before the number of my friends started to dwindle. Before I knew it, I found myself without any friends save one or two that for reasons I still don't understand, never gave up on me.

Even extended family started cutting me out of their lives and wrote me off as a lost cause. All the promise of my youth disappeared within a two to three year period, culminating with my withdrawal from the University of Virginia in the middle of my 6th semster.

I was finally legally old enough to drink. I was also out of school with a nice pile of debt and seemingly no prospects for the future.

I moved in with my mother across the country in California and continued to struggle with alcohol even then. Somehow, I managed to gather enough strength within the balance of 2004 and was able to return to UVA and graduate.

My struggle with alcohol however, was far from over. I did everything I could to quit drinking several times, never staying sober for more than a month or two until I was back to drinking as much as ever.

I came out of the prestigious McIntire School of Commerce at UVA. I had a good paying job before I graduated. Despite my heavy drinking, my career prospects seemed to be on track, even though I knew I was drinking in a completely self-destructive way.

My drinking continued. My behavior continued to deteriorate. I soon found myself once again without prospects as I quit my high paying job at 25.

For several years I continued to binge. My mother stopped being able to sleep without fearing that she would receive the dreaded phone call in the middle of the night that I had died, or worse, that I killed someone else while drunk and behind the wheel.

No one liked me anymore, least of all myself. I would cry for hours on a weekly basis praying for an answer to my suffering. The only answer was more alcohol.

In February 2011, I received my first (and only) DWI. My only friend left was my dog Winston. He was in the car with me during my arrest and was boarded by the State until I could pick him up a couple days later.

I had betrayed everyone and everything that had ever been given to me, risking not just my life but also my beloved pug, Winnie.

Still I continued to drink, even while I was mandated to take alcohol awareness classes for my DWI.

Then somehow I managed to stop drinking long enough to prepare for the LSAT and law school. I knew I would not be able at that time to work for a boss. I also knew that the only chance I had at making a prosperous living was through lawyering.

I was accepted to three law schools, for which I eventually matriculated to Gonzaga. I received the acceptance letter while in an alcohol treatment facility. I could not even complete the 30 day rehab program, leaving after two weeks for a myriad of reasons.

Still, I continued to drink.

Now in my first semester at law school, my drinking began to affect my body in a way it never had before. I began to have pain in my kidneys. I had been experiencing liver pain for years, but it was never so intense that caused me great concern. It seemed many people I knew had pain in their liver after a hard night of drinking.

At first, I brushed off the kidney pain as an aberration that could be attributable to many different influences. It seemed to go away and my drinking continued.

My third semester at Gonzaga Law I was drinking four 24 ounce cans of Steel Reserve a night, sometimes starting first with a six-pack of Bud Light Platinum or a bottle of wine.

Then it happened. I woke one morning with such kidney pain that I feared I was in renal failure. I was about to go to the hospital. First I drank a couple tall glasses of water and by the time I had packed my personal effects to take with me to the hospital, my kidney pain started to abate just enough for me to wait a bit longer before going to the ER.

Luckily, after an hour or two, my kidney pain while still intense, had calmed to a point to where I was able to stay in my apartment without being hospitalized.

The day was November 20, 2013. It is a day I will never forget. While in deep thought at my desk, I felt the call of death. I knew that morning that if I drank again that day I would not live to the next.

I was as close to death as I could come. And finally after more than 10 years of heavy drinking, my sobriety began.

The first month of my sobriety I went to AA meetings two to three times a week. The first month seemed never to end, and my body and mind craved alcohol more than ever. Yet I knew touching alcohol again was a death sentence. Somehow with the help of strangers and family I managed to stay sober and have been to this day.

So why would a future lawyer tell a story to the entire world that will most likely disqualify me from any future elected or appointed public office and open the door to the potential of stigma based criticism from the internet trolls?

The answer is simple. I hope to help those currently suffering the unimaginable pain that only an alcoholic understands. If I can so much as give hope to one person suffering, then this sharing of my personal fight and near death from alcoholism is worth more than anything negative anyone on this planet can ever say to me about my past.

Alcoholism does not just destroy a person's life, but a person's soul. But as I have shown the world, there is hope. For those that have the courage to seek help, your life can be restored in time as mine has been.

I'm developing new friendships. I've become a doctor of law, and I've repaired old relationships I feared were lost forever all due to my sobriety.

Alcoholism does not have to be a death sentence. If I can survive so can you. However, without true dedication to maintaining your sobriety, all the help in the world will not prevent you from getting your hands on a bottle.

If you are suffering, I can help point you in the right direction as so many others who have been through what I have can as well.

Waiting until you feel death creeping over you is not when you need to get sober or it may be too late. I was lucky.

Even if you are not an alcoholic, alcohol can ruin your life as we have seen from video footage of Uber riders behaving badly while drunk. A 4th year medical resident may have ended her career over one night of atrocious behavior that never would have ocurred had she been sober.

Alcohol can facilitate relationships and social gatherings, but it can also ruin lives instantly.

Is alcohol worth this risk? No.

You do not want, nor need to journey to the valley of the shadow of death before you get help.

Make today the day your life changes for the better. We all need you alive and well.

-B.





Monday, January 18, 2016

At a Loss for Love

At the ripe old age of 32, I find myself the last of my high school friends that is not married or engaged. I'm not even talking to a girl, let alone in a relationship. I haven't had a genuine relationship in 5 years.

How is it that some of us just seem to stay single despite genuine and strong efforts to find that special someone?

Are us single folk all aesthetically repulsive? Are we ignorant, slow minded, or boring? Are we assholes that no one can stand? Do we lack confidence, humor, or imagination? Do we smell bad? Give it to us straight.

Perhaps it is a mix of some or all of the above. Or maybe we are just plain misunderstood.

The hardest part about being single at this age is seeing everyone else married or in serious relationships. It's not a matter of jealousy, but rather a matter of confusion. Why am I single? What is it? Speaker for the female race, please tell me the reason I get shot down more than John McCain in Vietnam.

Are some people just destined to be single forever? I want to be able to say no, but in this world the answer is probably yes.

For me personally, I have always been quirky to say the least. I listen to classical music. I love Star Trek. I'm a super geek when it comes to technology and gadgets. I read books like Moby Dick for pleasure, not English class. I like fine dining and suave clothes. I care about the way I look when it comes to grooming. And, I have a fondness of antiques such as a 100 year old Underwood No. 5 typewriter.

Is it possible that some people are just so different from the typical cultural norm that it pushes away potential mates before they can understand why some people are seemingly so different.

I have never been one that needs to be in a relationship just to be in a relationship, but that doesn't mean I don't want one.

We all judge ourselves against everyone else, usually too harshly. But after 15 years of near constant rejection from females, it is only natural that I'm questioning why me.

I can't answer the question which is the must frustrating part. So every quirk that makes me me, could be the reason why I've been single for nearly my entire life.

I like me. And I will not change what I read, or the clothes I wear because it may get me a girlfriend.

So what is a single guy to do? Give up altogether and hope that one day the perfect woman jumps into my arms?

The discouraged dater...

The longer you are out of work, the harder it is to get a job again. Soon, a job seeker becomes discouraged and may stop looking altogether. The same is true with dating. Everytime I approach a girl, despite my best efforts, I still expect to be rejected because it is seemingly the only outcome I've ever received.

So yes, though I still want a relationship, it is harder due to my discouraged past. On occasions when I have met someone that has mutual feelings for me, it seems that the relationship is right out of a soap opera. I've been cheated on, dumped for no apparent reason, or been treated terribly.

While I am not content to give up on finding the right person, there is undeniable pain in trying to understand why I can't find or hold a meaningful relationship.

Maybe I'll be alone my entire life. Maybe not. But I will stay true to myself and have faith that one day someone will see beauty in me the way I see it in so many others.

-B.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Star Wars VII The Force Awakens is So Bad, Maybe the Worst Ever


So this blog is not what most of you want to hear, and you'll be especially skeptical of my review coming from a known Star Wars troll and Star Trek mega fan, but if you listen objectively you must admit this movie was nothing less than the most disappointing sci-fi movie in recent memory.

First let me address those who won't listen to an avid trekkie. I am the first to criticize a bad Star Trek film. In my opinion, Star Trek has had more poor films than good ones. Including, the last 4 movies. Yes, I just said everything from Insurrection to Into Darkness sucked. So you can't say I am blind trekkie who rubber stamps all works Star Trek. The reboot sucked as soon as JJ decided to blow up planet Vulcan for no particular reason, completely destroying the Star Trek timeline which was a near constant through the 50 years of Trek.

Now on to JJ Abrams' absolute horror show that is Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

I rather despise JJ Abrams as a director, and have since 2009 when he started his destruction of the Star Trek universe. So going into this movie I came in with very low expectations hoping to have the movie leaving me pleasantly surprised.

I have not been so wrong in a long time.

First, the script of flying words in space, right after the opening Star Wars credit, sets a story that doesn't make much sense or is that convincing. The universe doesn't feel like it is in that much peril either. If Luke can be found, all will be saved from the new evil empire, The First Order. Luke has apparently gone mental from losing all the Jedi during his watch. How is he now suddenly going to save the rebels? He exiled himself and doesn't even want to be found!

On to BB-8, or let's just refer to him as Jr., as in R2-D2 Jr. I actually like Jr. as a droid design, except for the fact that there is absolutely no difference in anything Jr. does differently than R2-D2. Jr. speaks beep beep, has a projector screen and a personality that is indistinguishable from R2-D2.

Now what? BB-8 has a secret message that must get to the resistance or the universe can not be saved by Skywalker. Hmm. Haven't seen R2-D2 with a similar mission, "Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're our only hope." Are you f-ing kidding me?

Where to go next: John Boyega, Finn, or "Big Deal," who is really the lead character of the movie. Ok, I get that someone wouldn't want to murder innocent people when Big Deal is forced into a firing squad of stormtroopers. But if I'm supposed to be scared of Kylo Ren, the "Vader" character of this movie, I would have killed the innocents anyway and so would have Finn. It takes more courage to disobey a leader, which Big Deal doesn't have. The movie would have even had a glimpse of depth with blood on the main characters' hands. Wrong move.

Big Deal, is a weak stormtrooper. He doesn't show great moral outrage at the sight of summary executions. He just takes off his helmet looking sick to his stomach like a greenie on a battlefield.

Next, he becomes a traitor! This is priceless. Was JJ admitting that he himself committed treason by directing Star Trek than Star Wars back to back? Is he trying to atone for this sacrilege? No, he is just a terrible director.

Poe Dameron actually has a good, strong presence onscreen. However, when he goes down in his fighter into a sinkhole in the sand, there was a real chance to feel emotion at the loss of a good character. Big Deal, who crashed landed with Poe, doesn't bother looking for Poe more than 5 seconds. We know Poe is somehow not dead. And of course he isn't. JJ gives us a ridiculous explanation of his survival at Poe's return toward the end of the film.

Back to Big Deal. When Big Deal meets, Rey, the strongest character in the movie and the only one that seems to take the movie seriously, he is obviously taken with her. She's young, cool, and most importantly a woman, something very rare in the Star Wars universe.

Big Deal even proposes escaping with Rey, fleeing the Star Wars universe. But when Rey asks him to stay on fighting for a righteous cause against The First Order, he wimps out like a little bitch and runs away.

So much for his moral outrage against The First Order. Big Deals' terrible performance loaded with bad jokes that don't work at all, are really not his fault, as JJ gave him caca to work with. Even so, Big Deal looks so uncomfortable on screen, it is gut-wrenching.

Captain Han Solo, or can we just call him Grandpa Solo now? Harrison Ford is 73, 1 year younger than Bernie Sanders.

Han is still smuggling in the same neighborhood as all the other creatures he has swindled throughout the ages and tries to joke his way out of ever situation. Somehow, grandpa, escapes his loansharks and finds himself fighting for the resistance once again.

Grandpa Solo has more terrible one-liners than the worst James Bond film. All Chewbacca does is nod his head in approval of grandpa's bad jokes.

Parsecs. One of the most ridiculed goofs of Episode IV was George Lucas' misuse of the word parsec to describe the speed of the Millennium Falcon. Let's examine this thoroughly. A parsec is a measure of distance, specifically the distance between the sun and an object with the parallax angle of one arc-second.

In episode IV, Solo bragged that his ship could make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs. Now this is like saying my ship is so fast it travels a race track in 5 miles flat. It makes no sense. Lucas should have used a measurement of time such as days, hours, or even a made up unit of time.

Now if you go online the Star Wars universe has tried to create an Ebola goopy schmear of dirrehaa to explain the episode IV claim by Solo so it would make sense.

We all know it was a goof. The explaination is that traveling the Kessel Run was a feat of traveling the run in the least distance out of hyperspace. Great answer, except why the hell would Obi-Wan or Luke care about a feat of short distance maneuvers if they were looking for a fast ship in episode IV? I believe their expedition was supposed to be expedious, not a ridiculous irrelevant distance course. Total bullshit, and unforgivable that they would even bring this up in the movie especially without including the doodoo explanation in the movie!

I wanted to puke, this pulled me out of the movie and straight to thinking about the entire controversy.

Carrie Fisher. I wish I didn't have to troll her. And, I won't criticize her looks, as so many have in a sad and real trolling show. But once again, JJ screwed an actor by putting Fisher in the movie just to put her in the movie. Then again, I'm pretty sure Carrie needed some work; at least the casting choice worked out for somebody.

Leis adds nothing to the plot. But Leia does have perhaps the only real display of a quasi-believable emotional moment with Grandpa Solo.

Wow. I need to take a break. My blood is boiling and I still have pages to go.

I'm back, this blog feels like a chore, but someone has to do it.

Kylo-Ren, the generic cape wearing bad guy, should be called "Heartthrob" because he looks like he should be in a boy-band. Luckily he wears his useless mask most of the movie relieving the audience from seeing his face.

What's better is that Heartthrobs' heart is torn between good and bad, but that doesn't stop him from a cold and sucker death he gives to his father, Grandpa Solo. It is actually the best part of the movie just because something new occurred in a main character being killed off and by this point I wanted Grandpa Solo dead just for his terrible jokes.

I won't even bother with Supreme Leader Snoke other than saying an alien creature ruling over humanoid lifeforms from a 3D projector makes me wish Emeporor Palpatine would wake from the grave.

The lightsaber battle between Heartthrob and Big Deal deserves some mention. If you have a lightsaber apparently you become a master saber fighter instantaneously, as Finn takes on Kylo Ren when Finn should have been slain as an afterthought.

Let's not forget to throw in a bar scene with aliens of all sorts listening to uninspired space jazz. Not the cool tune from episode IV, but something that tries to be cool, and sucks. At this point JJ should have reused the music from episode IV, JJ reused everything else.

Onto the new "mega" death star. Ok, death star 1 didn't work out so well. Death star 2 didn't work out so well, but a mega death star that makes the old death stars look like Jupiter moons must be the ticket.

At first, the death star seems to be able to easily destroy multiple planets at the same time with a linear energy beam that turns into plant seeking missiles. Does JJ have to blow up every planet in the universe before he retires?

Later in the movie, the weapon seems to need the energy from a star to destroy planets. Did the death star use a different weapon? I either blacked out or the death stars' weapon to destroy planets was different in the beginning and end of the movie, with the latter weapon being harder to use. It's just weird.

Also the death star is seemingly part of a planet as there are trees and snow and apparently an atmosphere around part of the death star, just not the part in space where the x-wings and tie-fighters have their uninspired dogfight that gives you vertigo. Again is it a death star or a building around a planet like a Dyson planet?

I must mention the ingenious plan to destroy the mega death star by the resistance. Basically it went down like this...

"We have to destroy the death star or we all die!"

"Let's blow it up!"

"How do we blow it up?"

"See script from episode IV."

I'm pretty sure I got that verbatim.

At the end of the movie I left with a dropped jaw, not like I had from Mad Max: Fury Road, perhaps the most inspired movie of the year. No, my jaw was dropped by the pure mierda that any franchise can throw out while pandering to the intellect of a toddler while making more money than ever before in movie history all at the same time with rave reviews from critics and blind fans alike. Only a true run-on sentence can describe this movie. It's rated 8.5 on imdb and rated 61st best movie ever. It should be a 4-5.5 max. This is nothing less than movie rating fraud worse than the subprime lending fiasco.

I'm tired and I didn't even cover everything. I'm sure this blog has a bunch of typos as all my strength has been drained writing this, forget a full proofing.

I never thought I would ever have the thought of bringing back George Lucas for another Star Wars movie, but Star Wars fans, that may be your only hope.

-B.

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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Virtual Reality: A primer on possibilities

Today saw the long awaited chance to pre-order
the pricy $599 Oculus Rift. The website crashed within minutes as so many people were clicking the buy button.

For those of you unfamiliar with Oculus (www.oculus.com), it is much more than just a virtual reality headset. It is the nexus of pioneering software, extreme computing, 3D and 2D media content, all wrapped together with real-time internet.

Basically it's like pornography, 'it's hard to describe, but you know it when you see it.' And once you see it, your reaction is also very similar to the first time an adolescent sees porn...with eyes wide open and a drooling dropped jaw.

However, unlike pornography, virtual reality is going to transform our increasingly digital society in ways that make mobile phone apps seem lame and antiquated. One day sooner than later even mobile (hand-held) phones will be obsolete.

Why is virtual reality so important? Communication. The better the human race gets at communicating, value is always created.

Example: Before the telegraph, the fastest way to get a message sent was via train or horseback. This was not cheap. Imagine paying someone today a day's wages just to deliver one message. Only the wealthy could afford this type of service. Now a homeless person with not a penny to their name can contact almost any place in the world with free email.

Virtual reality is a jump in communications that dwarf software like Skype and FaceTime.

In a virtual setting, all those little bits of information that is lost in emails, phone calls, and videochat can finally be unlocked.

We all have seen those spy movies where a subtle look of the eyes or face of someone gives away that person's 'bluff.' Those that play poker know exactly what I'm talking about.

There is so much more than subtlety that we will be able to finally communicate fully with vr's power.

Online communication as we know it today consists of sight and sound. Our other senses: touch, smell, and taste are lost in the digital world. These other senses also communicate much more than we realize.

Virtual reality will allow us to communicate touch. Imagine dancing in a 300 year old virtual Austrian ballroom with a virtual instructor while you are in your home in Scranton, PA. No more rigid Thursday night dance classes to attend.

Now instead of learning ballroom dancing at a cost of hundreds of dollars, a virtual reality ballroom dancing program costs $30 and you keep it forever. The value created is the money saved by going virtual. The end is the same either way...you learn to dance. Sorry no phone app for this one!

Let's enlarge our scope to something we do on a daily basis...shop. Imagine a virtual mall (where all the kids hang out in the future). You can try on virtual clothes from Nordstrom, order the item while in the virtual mall. You can even have your friends tell you how they think it looks on you if they are hooked up at the same time as you.

After spending some real cash, you go to the virtual bookstore to learn about the hottest new books. While at the virtual book store you buy a book that is delivered instantly to your kindle, or in paper if you know what that is. You also sign up for the virtual bookclub of the month.

Virtual dating. A good friend of mine has a great idea...fostering more offline behavior we all crave.

While at my virtual bookclub a certain girls' insight into Moby Dick just blew my mind. I never would have found this amazing person without the ability to communicate virtually.
The next step, I ask her out on a real in living person date.  Before meeting in person we already know the content of the person's character which virtual reality provided. I already feel connected to this person as humans feel with any person they spend time with whether virtual or not.

Dating takes time. And with all the virtual activities humans can participate in to get to "know" someone, finding that special person will be easier than ever before, more genuine than a dating site ever could be, and a whole lot less awkward. Finally we are getting to the point where technology is starting to bring us together on another level than Facebook memes.

Not here just yet, but coming...Other senses such as smell is another format of communication. Example: That smell is so bad, it is probably a good idea to get away from it. Think rotting corpse.

The bottom line. This technology is here to stay and will change our behaviors just like the iPhone. This tech revolution is not even in its' infancy yet, more like it is just exiting the womb.

The only obstacle in virtual reality is the limits of human imagination.

-B.