Year 34:
The mere existence of web logs by their nature is self-serving and sometimes hypocritical. I will not argue with you that mine will be any different. There will be entries that contradict other entries, but that’s the nature of what I am. An imperfect being. I state this so that you keep this in mind for those of you who like to put forth judgement. In the end this is just a catalog of my life as a reminder to myself for those days when I want to look back and say to myself, “See? That’s how stupid you were and still ARE.” Lastly, it’s just fun to write about inane occurrences in my life.
There will be some passages that will inevitably offend people no matter how mild it may be. If I somehow offend the delicate sensibilities of some of you out there, do not take it personally. I don’t even know you. And no. I do not want to know you. Not unless you’re a certain type of person. That type being female and attractive.
Now let’s get to me. 34 years old. 34 years on this speck of dust in the backwaters of the universe is a long time. At least to me it is. I’ve met a lot of great people. I’ve met some not so great people. I’d like to meet more of the former and less of the latter. Actually, I’d prefer to never meet the latter, but life just won’t have it that way. I’m by nature an observer. As a result, I ask “Why?” a lot more than the average person. I generally don’t accept something until I’ve experienced it enough times to confirm it as consistent. I work with consistent very well. Inconsistent is something I’m not so good at dealing with.
Year 35:
The 35th year of my insignificant life came and went as well as I can expect in life. As much as I can expect anything in life. I did have a little medical incident at the beginning of the year but that was taken care of. My thanks go out to all the people who took care of me at the hospital. They’re a fine bunch of people and I hope I’ve communicated to them the fact that they were and are extremely professional, efficient and competent in their work. I thank them with the deepest gratitude. That’s the finest complement you can get out of me. It’s my gold standard. Last but by far not least, I thank my coworkers who were there for me when said medical emergency occurred. I’ll be forever indebted to you, because you were there when my family weren’t not immediately available. My family thanks you for taking care of me as they were too far away to see me in time.
There are a few regrets, but I’ll live with them. Life, some days, is short and others, long. I handle as it comes without expectations. It’s my belief that what the Buddhist say about desire is as close to truth as one can expect. I hope I’m not misinterpreting what I’m about to state. I’m not Buddhist. To all the Buddhist out there, I apologize if I misconstrued what little I picked up in college. Buddhists say that desire ultimately leads to destruction.
Professionally, I couldn’t ask for more at this point. I’m challenged and there’s much I’ve learned. There’s still much to be learned. I’m surrounded by a group of very competent people whom I am eager to see every morning. I’ve improved my time management skills. I’ve actually gotten to work before 9 a.m. every morning for the last year.
My personal life has remain as it has from the prior year. I’m hopeful. We’ll see how it goes. Until next next year! Have a good one.
I like:
Order and simplicity in my life, although I’m not averse to disorder and complication. I’d just prefer that it not happen more than I can bear.
A cold beer on a hot summer day. [I prefer the imported stuff though. The domestic stuff always tastes watered down.]
Redbull energy drinks. Both the sugar-loaded and sugar-free variety.V8 mystery drink. It says there’s a shitload vegetables in there. I can always do with more shitloads of vegetable since my current ratio of intake of vegatable matter to dead animal matter is about 1:2.
Dry warm towels after a shower. Especially in the middle of winter. I can’t think of a better feeling.
Teasing attractive counter girls at a sub sandwich shops by feigning ignorance of the English standard measure of length. I ask them them to measure out 6 inches with their hands with complete innocence. It’s great when you get that girl who blushes when she does this.
Gardening and landscaping. I find that it relaxes me and frees me from other distracting thoughts when I’m working on the yard. It’s the time I spend to think about nothing but allow my mind to wander.
Packing light in all manner of things. That is to say I don’t have an affinity for collecting “stuff.” By stuff I mean physical things that clutter up my space. If I don’t have an immediate use for something that I have laying around, it generally goes.
I dislike:
Warm toilet seats. It totally grosses me out.
Those fake nails some women have that look like talons. They look like they can take out an eye quite easily.
Ironing. Who came up with the concept of taking self heating hunk of metal and use it to press clothes that could potentially be used as a weapon to inflict accidental harm upon one’s self?
Self-aggrandizement. One’s work should stand on its own without having to add words regarding one’s own greatness. Under certain light, it might even be considered mediocre work.
People who invade my private space during conversation. Do not do that. I might just hand you a stick of gum or a breathe mint (despite the fact that you don’t need it) to back you off. That would embarrass the both of us. More you than me.
Flip-flops. Not very protective footwear, if you ask me.
“Me” Trivia:
I can be a total ass if I put effort into it. It’s something that’s happened less and less as I’ve grown older, but I can still dig down deep and make myself a complete nuisance.
I am not a very spontaneous person when left on my own.
Give me direction and I’m singled minded in its pursuit.
Momentum is my friend. I start things slowly, but when I build a head of steam, it’s very difficult to slow me down or divert me. Conversely, it’s also a bit difficult to get me going when I’ve parked myself in one place.
I’m not above emotional outburst, even though I see myself as a rational person. Go figure. I’m not perfect.
I’m not a generally a nostalgic person.
I seem to be late for everything in life.
I want to be of utility to as many people as possible.