Quick Update

Sorry for missing you yesterday.

 

English: Gentaur schedule

English: Gentaur schedule (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wasn’t able to stop by yesterday for a couple of reasons. The first and most important was that I was out of town all weekend. The second is that because I was out of town all weekend, including yesterday, I am a little off my schedule.

 

I ended up with a 3 day weekend this last weekend. I left home on Friday morning, and went out of town straight from work. I didn’t get home until about 4 pm yesterday. So I am just now getting back in a normal rhythm.

 

I’ll go into a little more detail tomorrow, but I was snowboarding this weekend. A little winter holiday if you will. Have no fear, I’m fine.

 

Until tomorrow, with the whole recap! See you then.

 

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Guy on the outside

I just read a wonderfully prescient post over on Sass & Balderdash.

You should go read that, so that you have a baseline for where I’m going.

I’ll wait here…

Glad to see you back. It was a wonderful post, was it not?

I feel like I have a lot of experiences that involve these ‘Chamomile Characters.’ I don’t always mean to be the person on the outside of popular pinions like that, but I tend to form my opinion quickly. I let it be until something happens to change it.

I like to think of myself as open minded. I try to be an accepting person, and I try not to let my opinions on one thing cloud my overall opinion of a person. I try to be friendly, because I like open and friendly people and I would like to be one.

There’s a caveat here. I also tend to make quick judgements,  and then proceed to see these through until I have cause to change them. Let me give you an example of one that always gets me strange looks: I don’t really like The Beatles. I like a few of their songs, I respect them as musicians and artists, and I acknowledge there huge contributions to the music world. Still don’t really want to listen to them.

The Beatles (No. 1)

The Beatles (No. 1) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I will still give a song of theirs a chance if I’ve never heard it, or if someone tells me to listen for something specific. I have no problem giving something of theirs a listen. I probably will not agree with you if you just tell me that ‘The Beatles are the greatest and everyone should love them.’ Nope. Not convincing.

Sometimes I think that my tendency to make these snap decisions limits my experience of the world. I suppose with things like music, books, and movies, as long as I am open to giving them another shot I’m not really missing out on anything. People might be a different story.

I do sometimes make those same snap judgements about people. It’s a lot like Sass & Balderdash said: I just kind of decide that I’m not a fan. I’m content to not really interact with them. I’m okay with being like that, as I feel like it makes my life simpler. Other people do not always agree.

I usually run into problems when it’s someone that I have to see on a regular basis or on major holidays or something. I get some disapproving looks when I mention that I am indifferent about spending time with that person. Maybe I even indicate that I’d rather not if given thew choice. If I’m not given the choice, I try really hard to make the best of it. I go do whatever is on the agenda and I try to have friendly conversation while I’m there.

I try to give those people a second chance as well. Especially when someone gives me a good reason to. It doesn’t always work out though. That’s when I begin to wonder if I’m some sort of anti-social hermit. Everyone else seems to do okay, why am I the one that seems to dislike the people no one else seems to mind?

According to Sass & Balderdash, I’m not as crazy and Hermit-like as I thought.

 

Adulthood sucks.

Straight up, being an adult sucks.

Sucks Less with Kevin Smith

Sucks Less with Kevin Smith (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There isn’t much that adequately prepares you for the royal pain in the ass being an adult is. People think that they can go out of their way to “prepare you for the real world” but mostly it’s all crap. It just isn’t possible to simulate the flurry of shit that comes towards you on a daily basis.

School doesn’t prepare you for work. Summer jobs don’t really give you a sense of what will be expected of you later. It’s really a trial by fire kind of situation. Some of us are really pretty terrible at it.

Some of us just aren’t all that capable of handling the multiple stressors of all the things that happen in everyday life.  Some of us get to a point, far sooner than everyone else, and we just kind of shut down. It becomes hard to do anything because all of our energy got used up just trying to keep our heads on straight long enough to make it though part of the day.

Some of us end up spending more than half of the day walking around like a zombie because we’re just done. The only energy we have left is being used to keep us upright and functional. That’s it. that’s all we’ve got left.

Sorry if that means we look sad. Maybe you think we’re in a bad mood. Maybe we just don’t engage the way you’d like. Well, there’s not always anything that can be done about that. I’d say you’re lucky we’re able to move around in the world and not just crumble into a heap on the floor.

Sorry to vent, but at the moment there isn’t a lot of fire left in this boiler room. There’s a lot of treading water going on right now. You know it’s bad when you can’t make it to lunch time before you’re done for the day. I suppose we just keep trudging through, right?

Kids These Days!

But this isn’t really about the kids.

Compact audio cassette Français : Une Cassette...

Compact audio cassette Français : Une Cassette audio (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You know how everyone over the age of like, 23 complains about “Kids these days”? You know how it’s always the same complaints, generation after generation? No work ethic, disrespectful, lazy, have it to easy, music is crap. Well I’d like to take a moment, as a 28 year old, and complain about the middle aged crowd.

 

Weren’t expecting that, were you? You lot haven’t been complained about since the 80’s have you? Well I’m here to tell you that there are quite a lot of people in that group of people between 35 and 50 that are acting worse than the “kids these days”.

 

There are people in this age bracket that are some of the rudest, most entitled, most disrespectful human beings on the planet. I would say that all things considered, there are middle schoolers with more decorum. I know this must all be so confusing for you.

 

People aren’t used to being complained about once they get out of their mid twenties. That’s when they start getting less tolerant of the younger generation. They can start agreeing with the next older group and they can all hate the teenagers together.

 

Well that’s crap. As much as I may see things that I don’t like in the younger generation, I see more frightening things from that 35-50 crowd. It’s especially awful because they’re raising children! As expected, though, they don’t see anything wrong with their behavior.

 

They’re actually acting like spoiled children that never learned their lesson. Maybe they are. Maybe this is what a world of “Participation Awards” and ridiculous political correctness is leading us to: Spoiled brats raising more spoiled brats, while complaining about all those same qualities in a group of younger people.

 

Well that’s a scary thought, isn’t it?

 

Oh, Snap!

I just realized something! I didn’t write anything on Monday either!(yes it’s already Thursday and I’m that dense. Sue me.)

I left all you poor people out in the cold without anything new to read, written by me that is, for 4 whole day and I am very sorry abou- HAHAHA I can’t even type that with a straight face. It took all my willpower not to burst out in hysterical laughter on this end of the computer.

I know that I write for me, and you guys are along for the ride. Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride though it may be. I appreciate having you all here to offer insight or advice. It’s nice to be typing and knowing that SOMEONE will eventually read it. I’m not just sending these posts off into empty space.

Until someone tells me otherwise, I’m really only letting myself down by not writing everyday(Weekday. Weekends are for partying!Or napping. Mostly napping) I just want to push myself to put something out there, for you and for me, everyday so that I don’t treat this like any other project I give up on after a couple weeks.

The lunatics have taken over the Asylum

The lunatics have taken over the Asylum (Photo credit: phill.d)

It’s important to me that I use this to explore deeper themes, and to put up nonsensical pictures of myself. I want to write tiny bits of fiction, and whole stories that I share here. I want all this to be in the same place because that’s all of me. I am deep and philosophical. I am wacky and insane. I am scarred and I am radiantly beautiful. I am flawed and perfect in my incompleteness.

I am all of these things in whatever crazy combination they happen to take. That’s why I started this, and that’s why I came back to it. That’s why I titled it “Inkling of Asylum”. This is that safe place where what will be, will be and I’m just going to see where it goes.

You’re welcome to come along.

I’m On An Emotional Rollercoaster!

Sort of. Well kind of, but not really.

The Scenic Railway at Luna Park, Melbourne, is...

The Scenic Railway at Luna Park, Melbourne, is the world’s oldest continually-operating rollercoaster, built in 1912. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I guess what I mean is not that I’m super high and super low. I had a pretty awesome weekend. I needed a new computer, and seeing as Mi Padre is pretty good at working on computers it seemed logical to me to have him help me build one. So I drove to may parents early Saturday morning, and spent most of the day with them. Padre and I built damn near the fastest computer I’ve ever seen, and most definitely the fastest computer I’ve ever used. He was pretty excited to get to spend someone else’s money for a change, and I was pretty excited to make the jump from “usable, but not all the time” to “Fricking Light-Speed”. I also got to hang with my dad, which I don’t make enough time for.

So good weekend, a little busy with the driving and catching up on weekend chores when I got home. I was pretty tired last night and still pretty wiped out this morning when the ol’ alarm went off. As I got up and started migrating toward the shower, I stopped to grab clothing for the day. While trying to decide which shirt I cared enough about to drag off a hanger I realized, very suddenly, that I had to work late today and I had forgotten until now. 3 minutes after I stumbled out of bed. With one eyes still not open all the way. I was most certainly not awake enough to handle this information with the kind of emotional maturity expected of an adult.

So this particular realization pretty much destroyed the first hour of my morning. On the drive to work, I decided to put on a playlist that includes Jack Johnson, Jimmy Buffet, and Zac Brown Band. This is one of my go to playlists pretty much all year, even though it’s pretty Island-y. It enhances the sunny days like today, and brings some warmth to grey days in the dead of winter. Well apparently this was just what the doctor ordered today, because in short order I didn’t really care who was doing what today, I was down with whatever. So basically, my mood has been pretty fickle today. I can’t say what might happen with it the rest of the day, but I can say that the current mood-state is a bit unusual.

Unusual how? you might ask. Well, even though my mood being fickle isn’t exactly news to friends and family, what is a bit of a surprise is that it typically doesn’t trend in an upward fashion. Generally speaking, if you were to ask someone about my mood being fickle, I suspect the general response would be something close to “Well it doesn’t take much to put him in a bad mood, I know that.” So the fact that mostly involuntarily, my mood decided to take an upward swing is a bit of a surprise to everyone.

This just enforces my perception that revisiting writing here, talking with you guys, is really helping improve my overall quality of life. I tend to be a stubborn ,grumpy, brooding, emotionally charged person. I love being creative, but I rarely find an outlet valve for all that creative energy. Most of the time I just end up further frustrating myself by being unable to transmit the ideas bouncing around in the space between my ears in  a way I’m satisfied with. I know I haven’t been posting a lot of creative type pieces here, but I really think  being open to express myself and explore somethings in a public-type voice is improving a lot of aspects of my life.

So thanks guys!

Why do you guys write your blog, specifically as opposed to writing in another format? Do you also write someplace else? Where and why?

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?

I Aim To Please

I am a people pleaser.

I suppose this is something that I’ve known for quite awhile, but I’m only now beginning to realize what that really means. I’m not sure if it stems from my particularly intense desire for approval, or if I just never properly learned to say no. What I do know is not only do I fail to say no when I ought to, I somehow manage to volunteer for any number of things I’m not actually capable of, or have any real interest in.

It really is a problem, because at this point in my life, I ought to be able to politely decline a request or a favor. I might decline because I am too busy, or maybe I don’t have the particular skill set required to accomplish the request without significant additional time commitment to learn how. It’s possible I should decline because I am allowing myself to be taken advantage of. It’s also possible that I should decline because by agreeing, I’m actually allowing someone else to continue to ignore something they should be paying attention to.

What it really comes down to is that it’s beginning to become a problem for me. I set unrealistic goals for myself and then come down very hard on myself when they aren’t met. I guilt myself into feeling obligated to attend something or do something so that it becomes impossible to enjoy myself. I don’t want to do something, but I feel I ought to, and then I feel angry that I feel I’m only doing it because I’m guilty. It then becomes an impossible situation because I’m going to end up viewing it negatively no matter what.

It certainly doesn’t help that I tend to be negative and cynical. I’m not sure if that’s caused by my lack of patience, or if both the negativity and lack of patience are the result of some other underlying factor. What I really need to do is decide what is important to me, and begin to make active decisions according to that. If I feel a particular family gathering is not something I care to be a part of, I should politely decline attending, and be satisfied that I have made a decision for myself, based on what I believe to be important.

That’s all well and good, but it’s all a little bit easier said than done.

-Christopher