Over-think this!

I’m an over-thinker. It’s one of those things that I can’t really control sometimes.

Cover of "What If? Classic Vol. 1 (Marvel...

Cover of What If? Classic Vol. 1 (Marvel Heroes)

Since I tend to focus on the negative,(I’m working on it, chill) what ends up happening is my brain goes to a “Worst Case Scenario” kind of place, and runs with some pretty terrible ideas. I’ve read that Humans are the only species to not only focus on “What-If” type scenarios, but that our minds can’t distinguish between the thoughts of it happening and the actual experiences of it happening. This results in people(me especially) creating situations in which we’re as stressed out by the concept of something bad happening to us as we would be if it actually happened. I don’t have to experience, let’s say loosing my job, to know about the level of mental distress it would cause. I only have to sit down and think really hard about what would happen.

Since I am a freaking PRO at this, I sometimes get myself in an overwhelmingly negative place based on nothing more that speculation. I also tend to be a little hyperactive so my brain kinda starts making serious leaps of logic.

Here’s a for instance: I have a really bad day at work. So I start to think about how I want to get a different job. Well then I think how hard it is for me to look at job listings and get information sent out around work. So I decide it would be better if I quit my job first. Then I would have lots of time to apply other places. Unfortunately, that means I’m not bringing any money in. Then we would be hurting for money. What if I couldn’t find anything else? What if even fast food places and restaurants aren’t hiring? How many months could we go? Would I be able to get my old job back? Then they would resent me for trying to leave in the first place. The Wife would be disappointed that I had to go back to my old job. She would never see me as capable of providing for us. She would see me as a terrible husband.

That was just a small for instance, but you see how it gets out of hand quickly inside my head? The end thought that I get stuck with and start focusing on there is: I’m not a capable provider and a bad husband. The Wife could do better. That’s a really destructive and negative place to be stuck. I don’t want to be thinking that, and it’s a pretty long way removed from the original “Work sucked today”.

The problem is that while that sort of thought process doesn’t happen all the time, it’s a pretty quick decent to a pretty dark place. It can happen with any thought at any time, but since I sometimes lean towards being a little more negative it happens with negative emotions a little more frequently.

I’m not actually feeling like this about anything right at the moment. My recent writing renaissance has helped me quite a bit in that regard, I feel. I just happened to be pondering this morning about this here blog and I felt like I needed to explore my negative over-thinking a little bit.

Is this something the rest of you do? Did you know that Human beings are the only species that can’t emotionally distinguish between thoughts and experiences?

I’m Not Even Supposed To Be Here Today!

Do you ever feel like you exist in the wrong place/time/world?

Weird question, I know, but it’s born from a thought that I’ve occasionally had. Sometimes I wonder if I was born in the wrong place and/or time. It’s not as if I’m so supremely unhappy with where I am that I feel anywhere else must be better. It’s more like a nagging feeling that some of my little habits and quirks would be better suited in a different environment.

For instance, I tend to be a kind of ‘old-fashioned’ guy when it comes to the male female relationship. Not in the “men’s work/women’s work” kind of way, more like in a social interaction way. I feel like both genders have responsibilities to the other in most social situations. Being as I’m male, I’m much more familiar with the male set of responsibilities, but there are a few of the ladies’ ones that I feel comfortable mentioning.

For example, I feel like at any practical opportunity, it is my responsibility to hold the door for ladies present. Definitely where The Wife is concerned, but also for any females close enough to the door that holding it open isn’t forcing them to jog to get there. This is a personal feeling of responsibility. It’s something I feel that I should do when possible. When in an unfamiliar city or area, I feel that the safety of all present is at least partly my responsibility, based on who else is around. If I’m only the 3rd biggest dude, then not quite as much as when it’s me and 4 girls.

I also understand that some ladies might feel like this is a quaint, old-fashioned notion and would prefer if I not act as if they can’t open a door for themselves. All I ask of the lady in this situation is to let me know as politely as possible and I will do my best to honor your wishes. Something like “I appreciate you opening the door for me, but I would prefer to open it myself in the future.” I have no problems with that.

Gentleman wearing bowler hat and three-piece suit

Gentleman wearing bowler hat and three-piece suit (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s not just my old-timey social cues that make me feel out of place form time to time. I LOVE wearing a nice suit. I’m not afraid to tell you that I can pick a suit, shirt and tie and I look good. I might appreciate living in a time where a suit is the norm, as is a hat and walking stick.

I also have a strange fascination with British English. Not only do I find the accent charming, I think that a majority of the time the phrasing makes more logical sense than American English. Let’s be honest, we have turned American English into a monstrosity of a language. It’s so difficult to comprehend from a logical standpoint, that it’s ridiculously hard to learn as a second language. It just doesn’t make sense! We’re not doing ourselves any favors with the neglect we show grammar in schools either.

Who knows, maybe I just romanticize these things because I find them interesting. Maybe I really do look that good in a suit(Hint: I do). It does make me wonder how I would fare in a different place and time though.

What about you? Ever have aquirk that seems like it would fit in better elsewhere?

Hello? It’s Me Again Margaret…

Super extra special bonus points AND a gold star if you get the title reference. Also, If you do get the title reference please let me know in the comments, because I want to know that other people share my odd enjoyment.

So the Daily Prompt was an unknown phone call.

That didn’t really do much for me in and of itself, but it did get me thinking about phone calls. Which then randomly crossed streams (Don’t cross the streams. It would be bad.) with my previous post referencing Time Travel. Those two things randomly mutated into the following idea: What if you had a phone that could call anyone, anytime, whether they had a phone or not and it could translate for you?

So basically, you could talk to any person from any time period. No changing history here, but you would have unlimited access to the information contained within anyone’s head. Well, assuming they can communicate it in such a way that it makes sense to you. I have to imagine a random person calling Albert Einstein might have a little trouble understanding some of the physics-speak that he is likely to be spouting off.

Information Central

Information Central (Photo credit: pjern)

For someone like me, this is hitting the information jackpot. I’m talking Jed Clampett  finding oil in his backyard level of excitement here. You see, I’m kinda of an information/trivia nerd. I get a small bit of interest in a subject and then I spend 3 days voraciously devouring every pertinent scrap of information I can locate on the World Wide Web about whatever that happens to be. Now I’m not an academic, so I’m usually not particularly concerned with source quality here. Usually I start on Wikipedia and just go where the winds of stupidly useless trivial information take me.

So what this Time Phone(Copyright all mine. Patent pending, whatever else legal mumbo jumbo means this idea is MINE for whenever it does exist)means to someone like me, is that I can basically reference the original source for ANYTHING. If I happen to be reading about the paintings of Vincent Van Gogh, I can call that crazy Dutchman up and ask him about his painting style and how it relates to the way he chose to paint The Starry Night.

I’m thinking that I wouldn’t get much working or living done, ever. I would just sit around finding interesting things to research. Then I would research everything I could and call anyone that I needed more information from! I could call Piet Mondrian and ask him what the hell he was thinking painting all those stupid rectangles and lines and calling it art. I could call Leonardo Da Vinci up and ask him why he was so crazy/forward-thinking at the same time.

Those are just the applications for calling the past. I could call the future and find out if we still drive our own cars. I could call future kids and ask them if I was a terrible parent or not. Really, the possibilities here are endless.

Well I told you what I would do, what would you guys do with a Time Phone(My idea!)? Who would you call? What would you want to know?

Where’s The Madman With A Blue Box When You Need Him?

If you get the title reference, I’ll give you a cookie.

I’ll be baking the cookies sometime after I figure out how to bake and distribute baked goods through the internet.

I have been watching a lot of  “Doctor Who” recently, and it brings some interesting concepts to light when it comes to time travel. If you aren’t familiar, the basic concept of “Doctor Who” is that this immortal time traveler picks up human companions and travels all of time and space with them in a spaceship called the TARDIS that looks like a 60’s British police box.

TARDIS Mk VII

TARDIS Mk VII (Photo credit: >Rooners)

Even though it would be super awesome to travel all of time and space, what has been kind of nagging at me is the implications of being able to adjust my own personal use of time on a day-to-day basis. I think it would be incredible to just be able to alter my own timeline experience. I’m not so concerned about changing major historical events or saving people that need saving, I think just being able to weave yourself in and out of time(not your own timeline, don’t want to create a paradox here) would be an exciting experience. The ability to participate in multiple things or events, effectively giving you the ability to be in multiple places at the same time, or have an infinite amount of time for the things you want to do is just super intriguing.

Everyone wishes there were more time available for them to use for things, but in reality if we had more time we would just fill it with more inane crap. There’s no actual need for most of the people in the country to fill their day with as much nonsensical crap as they do. Having the ability to move within that available time though would make for a completely different experience from anyone else.

Obviously this isn’t likely to happen anytime soon, but a man can dream right?

I just find myself wishing I had more time available to me on so many occasions. All those instances relate to my own personal life experience, so being able to just move around myself is all that I would really want to do. Maybe that’s a little selfish, not using the power of time travel to right wrongs and influence the world, but I’m not sure that I could handle that level of responsibility anyway.

Besides, who wants to get tangle p in all that wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff anyway?

What would you do with the ability to time travel? Right the wrongs of the world? or just get a little more sleep?

You Should Listen When I Speak…

It’s Friday! Let’s celebrate by mocking someone. I nominate… Me.

You really should listen when I speak, because I say some completely ludicrous things. I’m really talking about all possible meanings of the word ‘ludicrous’ here.

I like to think that I’m a funny guy. I say things that I think are funny. I love to get a laugh from other people. I frequently say things that get other people laughing, but to be honest they may very well be laughing at me. So what?

I guess there’s two parts to this, really: First, I mostly concern myself with what I find funny, and second I’m not sure I entirely care if I’m the subject or the source of the humor. If I’m going to concern myself with being funny because I enjoy being funny, then I’m really only going to bother with my own personal sense of humor. I’m mostly doing it for myself, so that’s what is really entertaining for me. As for the rest of it, I do funny things sometimes and deserve to be laughed at for it.

We all do things that might seem like awful or embarrassing things, but when you are able to take step back and remove yourself from the exact happenings I think you can admit that sometimes it’s just funny. You only thought it wasn’t funny because it happened to you. Sometimes you have to have a little bit of schadenfreude about yourself.

As all this relates to me, I say some just ridiculous things. If you want to be honest about it, sometimes I say them and only when I look at them later do I realize wheat some of the things I have said sound like.

I can give you an example, because I know you’re dying for one:

“You tucked my neck in! I felt it!”

While I could explain to you the context of this statement, isn’t it just a little better floating out there all on it’s own? Doesn’t it make you concern for my sanity and chuckle a little at the same time? Even I looked at that after I typed it and shook my head.

Next time you interact with me, see if I say or do anything that makes you snort your milk a little. The best ones seem to be when I just open my mouth and say something stupid that wasn’t intended to be stupid.

What about the rest of you? Do you say things like that? What was the last time you said something that just kind of hung there in the air because it was just a little off? If you know me, when was the last time I did it?

Leave a comment and let me know.

Friday-Love!

Friday-Love! (Photo credit: Viewminder)

 

 

P.S. here’s a stock photo of a funny face. Happy Friday!

You can call me Leo

I think I might be a genius.

English: Self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci. R...

English: Self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci. Red chalk. 33 × 21 cm. Turin, Royal Library (inv.no. 15571). NOTE This image is in red chalk. Do not revert to the black and white image. Deutsch: Kopf eines bärtigen Mannes, sog. Selbstbildnis. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, stick with me here. I know what you’re thinking: “Who’s this guy? Did he seriously just declare himself a genius with no support or examples?”

The answer to that is: Yes, I did.

I know that probably didn’t sit well, but at least let me explain myself.

I don’t mean that I think I might be a genius in the way that someone claims that sort of distinction to make a point. I don’t mean that I think I’m better than anyone in particular at one thing, or a certain group of things. In fact, if you’ve ever conversed with me for any length of time you probably know that I’m not very confident, and I’m relatively self-deprecating. On any given day, if you asked me, I would probably tell you that I ‘m not really good at anything. I would say that I’m just above average at lots of things, none of which are of any real value.

I’m thinking these thoughts of genius in the more abstract way, almost as if it’s a condition. Thinking about it, I would even say that I seem to mesh with a lot of the qualities of genius without that one big spark of insight. I suppose maybe I exhibit some of the qualities typical of genius-type people and just not have hit my stride yet.

Regardless lets do some comparison. Qualities generally observed in geniuses.  and go:

Disorganized: Check
High Intelligence: Check
Mostly Solitary: Check
A little crazy: Check
Frequently disengaged from the world around them: Check
Lots of ideas: Check

Alright, you get the idea here. Again, I just had this thought on my way to work this morning. In light of the post I made yesterday where I referenced one of my Mile-a-Minute afternoons, I was trying to figure out if there was more to it than just the desire to avoid boredom.

Maybe there’s more that I’m wanting to do. Maybe I’m so busy trying to ignore these bursts of drive and thought and manic energy that I’m shutting out something else in the process. Maybe I’m really a genius that is busy looking for something to be a genius ABOUT.

It’s also entirely possible that I’m just a smart guy with nothing to focus his crazy thoughts on.

What if I am a genius though? What if I’m not remotely living up to anything I’m capable of doing for one reason or another? What if I NEED to be doing more or I’m going to slowly drive myself mad?

What if I just had a couple days of a weird spurt of creative energy that led to me attempting to declare myself a genius on the internet?

Dare I ask for comments on the subject? Sure, I am being impulsive after all. Comment away!