Monday, May 4, 2009
A single random thought
A single random thought
Current mood: thoughtful
Category: Life
I was surfing around MySpace, which honestly, is not something I do often. Mostly because I find the process tedious and have come to realize that I don't want to get to know even that little bit of ridiculous information that people put out there. I don't mean about my friends, but about everyone else - people I don't know, will never know, and for all intents and purposes live on the moon from where I live.
Anyway, here's my random thought: There's lots of folks (especially girls) that only seem to have the quasi-sexy self taken, at an arms distance pictures (and I don't mean a picture or two, but entire albums of these things) - do they not have any real friends that will take their picture, or have a picture taken with them? I feel sad for them, but I think they probably think they look hot. Maybe they do, maybe they just look silly and self-absorbed. Maybe I don't get it because having my picture taken is not my favorite pass time and most of these folks seem to really be into it... and being 76 I'm probably very much out of touch with today's youth culture. :)
Means nothing, just wondering.
Talk nice to people
Talk nice to people
Category: Life
"Talk nice to people"
Sounds easy, huh? Turns out it's not always. I've always been a bit of a plain speaker, and probably one of the hardest things for me to have learned in this life is how to speak nicely. I don't mean politely, polite I can do. It's learning to temper my bluntness and my real thoughts when pushed to the edge. I don't really lash out so much as just slash with my version of the truth at whoever has brought that part of me to the surface.
Makes me sound a little psycho, doesn't it? Maybe I am.
I'm finding that there are people that bring this out in me and it humbles me. I feel immeasurable guilt at not being able to say something to them that is helpful but is always unnecessarily harsh and probably, in no small measure, harmful. What's worse is that in my mind some people deserve it, they disappoint and are harmful in their own way so I try to justify my meanness - that's just wrong.
So, talk nice to people. The simplicity of that statement makes it profound. I need to work harder on this again. Why has it gotten so much more difficult lately?
Category: Life
"Talk nice to people"
Sounds easy, huh? Turns out it's not always. I've always been a bit of a plain speaker, and probably one of the hardest things for me to have learned in this life is how to speak nicely. I don't mean politely, polite I can do. It's learning to temper my bluntness and my real thoughts when pushed to the edge. I don't really lash out so much as just slash with my version of the truth at whoever has brought that part of me to the surface.
Makes me sound a little psycho, doesn't it? Maybe I am.
I'm finding that there are people that bring this out in me and it humbles me. I feel immeasurable guilt at not being able to say something to them that is helpful but is always unnecessarily harsh and probably, in no small measure, harmful. What's worse is that in my mind some people deserve it, they disappoint and are harmful in their own way so I try to justify my meanness - that's just wrong.
So, talk nice to people. The simplicity of that statement makes it profound. I need to work harder on this again. Why has it gotten so much more difficult lately?
Why lie about that???
I've been kicking around this question for a while, probably because I'm facing another birthday square in the face. But, why lie about your age?
Unless you have lots of illegal contacts and are able to get all of your records changed from local to state to national government records - you're good and stuck with the actual year you were born. It's something that can not be out run, even if you did have some sneaky (or just very clever) way to out smart all those agencies that keep track of that stuff. I mean, really doesn't it always come out? And doesn't it get complicated with always trying to remember what was said to people? (Which is in fact my whole problem with lying at all - I can't keep it straight so I'll just tell you the truth up front most likely.)
Sometimes, doesn't age just make you better? You can say you lived to tell the tale, you bare the scars but you can still rock those 7 jeans and can shop in juniors if you really feel like it. I swear, life didn't really start for me until the last couple of years and it's pretty fucking amazing. Maybe I'm lucky, I've got great friends (that don't seem to care that I'm 76, soon to be 77), guys seem to still like me a little, my cats don't even care. Anyway, it just seems weird to me to not wear your age proudly (and I'm guilty of that too) because I've had those experiences, I've seen those things, they're all the same, they're all life... we all have limited time, why not embrace it for the gift that it is and let others, as well as ourselves, learn from experience and just admit we've lived awhile?
Oh, and in case there's anyone actually reading this and has maybe been curious as to why my age is 76 - it's because of all the skeevy, apparently sex starved, grody trolls that just randomly hit on people here. - they are none too subtle, and usually start a message with something really endearing like, "You're really hot, stay that way!" Ugh - delete - NEXT!!! I can't imagine having the time to surf all the profiles to do that, it's got to be terribly time consuming. I've said it before, searching and perusing people on MySpace is a bore. Those of you that have found love on this place - kudos to you, you're probably a 1 in a gazillion shot and you made it - I tip my hat to you and wish you all the best.
I've bored myself now, I'll move on.
What AM I reading? I just finished one called Walking In Circles Before Lying Down. Lots of fun, nothing too deep or meaningful - the perfect weekend read.
I'm back on Dharma Punx, hard reading because he's explaining things pretty thoroughly about his drug addiction and total fall from grace.
Unless you have lots of illegal contacts and are able to get all of your records changed from local to state to national government records - you're good and stuck with the actual year you were born. It's something that can not be out run, even if you did have some sneaky (or just very clever) way to out smart all those agencies that keep track of that stuff. I mean, really doesn't it always come out? And doesn't it get complicated with always trying to remember what was said to people? (Which is in fact my whole problem with lying at all - I can't keep it straight so I'll just tell you the truth up front most likely.)
Sometimes, doesn't age just make you better? You can say you lived to tell the tale, you bare the scars but you can still rock those 7 jeans and can shop in juniors if you really feel like it. I swear, life didn't really start for me until the last couple of years and it's pretty fucking amazing. Maybe I'm lucky, I've got great friends (that don't seem to care that I'm 76, soon to be 77), guys seem to still like me a little, my cats don't even care. Anyway, it just seems weird to me to not wear your age proudly (and I'm guilty of that too) because I've had those experiences, I've seen those things, they're all the same, they're all life... we all have limited time, why not embrace it for the gift that it is and let others, as well as ourselves, learn from experience and just admit we've lived awhile?
Oh, and in case there's anyone actually reading this and has maybe been curious as to why my age is 76 - it's because of all the skeevy, apparently sex starved, grody trolls that just randomly hit on people here. - they are none too subtle, and usually start a message with something really endearing like, "You're really hot, stay that way!" Ugh - delete - NEXT!!! I can't imagine having the time to surf all the profiles to do that, it's got to be terribly time consuming. I've said it before, searching and perusing people on MySpace is a bore. Those of you that have found love on this place - kudos to you, you're probably a 1 in a gazillion shot and you made it - I tip my hat to you and wish you all the best.
I've bored myself now, I'll move on.
What AM I reading? I just finished one called Walking In Circles Before Lying Down. Lots of fun, nothing too deep or meaningful - the perfect weekend read.
I'm back on Dharma Punx, hard reading because he's explaining things pretty thoroughly about his drug addiction and total fall from grace.
Random dude, just random
A guy got on the elevator singing today. He didn't have an iPod or anything that remotely looked like it was playing music. He did have the blue tooth thingy in his ear for his phone but that seemed to be it. I wish I could remember the song he was singing because that itself was pretty funny, it was some old 70's song, I think. I've got nothing to really say about it at all, the guy just struck me as kind of awesome. (I can't imagine singing on the elevator in the Bank of America... praying maybe, because the elevators in our building are among the most scary in the Northern hemisphere.)
It was funny and strange and made me feel normal, or at least not so not normal.
It was funny and strange and made me feel normal, or at least not so not normal.
Truthiness
I'm stumped as to what to say.
This is new to me. Someone once said that I'm not quick enough to come up with something to say (the person that said this was a little drunk so I forgave the slight, and honestly I don't know that it was directed just at me). Anyway, I've learned to filter. I've learned to not say exactly what I think or be too honest. I've learned that people don't often want to know what I really and truly think - so I filter. This has been so hard, and I guess it goes back to the subject of "Talk nice to people" or whatever it is that I called that entry. I'm trying to figure out how you decided where you need to filter and where turning the filter off is okay.
The one thing I've learned is that some people need a preface for the truth. "Now, don't take this personally...", "This is just my opinion..." , I just can't always tell who needs the preface. I wonder how it is that some people are so sensitive, while others only appear to be?
We need to have stamps or signs or cards or something to signify that we are willing to hear the truth, can deal with the truth, PREFER the truth - the filter is optional.
Or - I'm a delicate flower and prefer a fib of masking quality that may hint at the truth but not be too brutal or clear - please come to your own conclusions but be kind on the way there.
Guess there's no way that's really comfortable for all involved, huh?
Just rambling, and I can't sleep - so hear I am.
I'm almost done with Dharma Punx if anyone cares. Good book, very much a memoir. The writing style is very casual, like he's sitting in the room talking to you. I like it. How does one decide or chose to be a Buddhist? Especially in North Texas?
This is new to me. Someone once said that I'm not quick enough to come up with something to say (the person that said this was a little drunk so I forgave the slight, and honestly I don't know that it was directed just at me). Anyway, I've learned to filter. I've learned to not say exactly what I think or be too honest. I've learned that people don't often want to know what I really and truly think - so I filter. This has been so hard, and I guess it goes back to the subject of "Talk nice to people" or whatever it is that I called that entry. I'm trying to figure out how you decided where you need to filter and where turning the filter off is okay.
The one thing I've learned is that some people need a preface for the truth. "Now, don't take this personally...", "This is just my opinion..." , I just can't always tell who needs the preface. I wonder how it is that some people are so sensitive, while others only appear to be?
We need to have stamps or signs or cards or something to signify that we are willing to hear the truth, can deal with the truth, PREFER the truth - the filter is optional.
Or - I'm a delicate flower and prefer a fib of masking quality that may hint at the truth but not be too brutal or clear - please come to your own conclusions but be kind on the way there.
Guess there's no way that's really comfortable for all involved, huh?
Just rambling, and I can't sleep - so hear I am.
I'm almost done with Dharma Punx if anyone cares. Good book, very much a memoir. The writing style is very casual, like he's sitting in the room talking to you. I like it. How does one decide or chose to be a Buddhist? Especially in North Texas?
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