Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts

July 20, 2009

Pick, Plow, Growl


After my May 12Th post I planned to take a little time away from blogging. I wanted to get back to the life that I had exiled myself from for the last five years. So it's wasn't much of a surprise that I haven't been here. What has surprised me is the STUPID reason I was away for so long.

In a word Facebook (or is that two words? Idk) Actually, it wasn't even Facebook but rather a stupid little game in Facebook that someone asked me to play, Farm Town. Before you laugh (to late I'm sure) remember one thing, I grew up when video games were just coming out. I stayed up all night when my best friend got pong. I played Pac Man before there was a miss Pac Man. From the time I was ten I taught myself to study video games for their weaknesses, then exploit and destroy.

Farm Town, it sounds so innocent doesn't it? All you do is plow, harvest and plant. With the money you make you can build your farm bigger. I laughed it how stupid it was when I first saw it. It is suppose to be a slow relaxing game. Crops can take up to four days to ripen. It's designed to be slow. Then I realized you could also score points. That means you can win. Game on, and on, and on.... After scoring triple the points of all the people playing with me, I have reached the last level. It's over, I'm done. I'm putting that stupid, time, wasting, addictive game behind me. I leave my fellow farmers to toil in the soil, to beg at the market and baby sit their crops. bah!

Of course it wasn't all Farm Town. Work has been keeping me busy, as well doing more with the family. Summer brings in hours of yard work too. Hopefully I'll be around a little more often now. Writing down my thoughts is a hell of a lot more productive than Farm Town. And I don't even have to worry about how many points I score. Bonus!

February 19, 2009

Trust, The Truth

One of the most eye opening realizations I have discovered while blogging came from fellow blogger Daughter. She made the simple but powerful assertion that there is never a reason to lie. Further, she contends that all lies only go to serve the purpose of the person telling them. Powerful stuff that had my mind churning. Still does.

Being a person that has always prided myself as being very honest, even though I did tell a few white lies now and then, I disagreed with her. I just couldn't accept that there was no room in life to spare people's feelings if the brutal truth was not required or needed. Daughter pointed out that not believing someone can handle the truth was a sign of disrespect. Again, at the time, I disagreed with her.

What made it worse was that I got the feeling, because I admitted I lied and saw nothing wrong with it under "the right circumstances", she would no longer be able to believe anything I said. If I remember correctly she even made a comment stating that fact. I've been called a lot of things in my life but never dishonest, not really. It stung, more than a little.

After much thought, I had to admit Daughter was and is right. Despite my effort to find a lie that could be justified, I couldn't. Looking back now I find it funny, and odd, that I tried and wanted to defend the practice of lying. Still, in all my contemplation about the truth she offered me about... well, The Truth, I have come to some conclusions.

There are times in my life when I am going to lie. Yes, lying is selfish and self serving but there are times in my life when I am selfish and I am self serving. Try as I might I'm not perfect. I can honestly say I'd be lying if I said I will never tell another lie. What I can say is that I'll do my best not to lie, especially when it counts the most.

So does this lack of will power or flaw in my character mean that I'm not a honest person? I don't think so. How could that be when I've already admitted I do in fact tell lies and will continue to do so at times? I believe that's where trust comes in. If people were honest 100% of the time then the word trust would lose it's status as a very important part of our lives. It doesn't take much trust if you know everything I'm going to tell you is the whole truth, even though it should be. Where trust really gets challenged is when you trust enough in me to know, despite my occasional tendency to be selfish or give into discomfort, when the truth is required or desired I will give it. Further, you will have to trust, that despite the fact I might tell a lie because the truth would make me uncomfortable, I am in no way disrespecting you by giving into my human emotions.

Over time don't we prove that we are trustworthy even though we are not perfect? Don't the people who trust us trust that we will know when to be brutally honest and when to read between the lines? Over time I have learned, "does this outfit make me look fat?" is not an invitation for me to express my exact thoughts of how my wife looks in her clothes or her level of fitness but that she is really asking, "do I look alright in this outfit?", or "Will I make a fool of myself if I wear this out in public?", or "I'm in need of a compliment." I'm not defending a lie in this situation, I'm simply stating that the trust she has in me can overcome my discomfort of being totally honest and still accomplish what she needs.

As an adult... as a human, I have the ability to evaluate when I need to ignore my emotions and discomfort and when giving into them will not cause serious harm. I believe that earned trust can help balance the flaw that it is to tell a lie, to a degree. The question for me isn't always "Do you believe me?" but more to the point, "Do you trust me?" Because every word that comes out of my mouth could be the truth but without trust would it matter?

Please don't see this post as an attack on Daughter or her position. As I said, I think she is right. I am very grateful to her for opening my eyes to a new and proper way of looking at my interaction with others, even if I'm not always strong enough in character to take it. I like to think I'm a better person for it. Had she not shared her position with me I doubt I would have given it much thought at all. I will always be grateful for those who push me to think, especially when it's in the right direction for the right reasons. And, don't think for a minute that I miss the irony here. Had Daughter not been so honest with me, had she decided it would be uncomfortable for her to be so honest about honesty I would have missed out on this important revelation. I get that loud and clear. It just strengthens her case that honesty all the time is the best policy. This isn't lip service either, it's just the truth.

April 09, 2008

Crying Foul


Oh blogger, how you tease me so...

I was very excited when blogger added the feature that allowed new comments to be forwarded to my email. No longer did I have to check blogs to see if my comments were responded to. Then yesterday it all stopped. Not just comments on other people's blogs but the comments coming in on my blog as well. WTF!??

Of course it could be a Yahoo issue but other emails did get through. Bloggers emails seemed to be the only ones MIA. So it's back to the old way of doing things. I hate when a convenience is suddenly taken away. It has left me wondering though... Where the hell are all those emails being sent?! Who has my comments and what the hell do they want with them? It's not fair, it's not right.

If blogger wasn't free I'd really be upset but that's not stopping me from crying foul.

FOUL!

February 14, 2008

Busy, Busy, Blah





About twice a year I feel like I'm running a marathon. I get extremely busy at work, all the kids get sick and our social calender is filled with endless obligations. This is about the time I decide to take on some project that is way too big for my britches.

It's nothing worse than anybody else is going through but I've noticed an odd pattern towards the end of these events. At first I seem to thrive on the challenge and the excitement that a change in pace brings about. I get a sense that I'm running a head of the pack. Keep up if you can but please, don't slow me down.

You want to buy a truck? Great! You want to buy two? Even better. You want to buy ten that I don't even own and not sure they even exist in the specifications you need? Give me a minute and I'll have them ready for you.

One of the kids are sick? Let him sleep next to me so if he throws up again I can help him to the bathroom. Oh, another one just puked in their bed? The hall? The stairs? Poor guys, give me a second and I'll get it cleaned up.

"Honey you don't look to good either. I think you have a fever. You better lay down too."

"I know I have the 'Daddy and Me Desert' with Abby tomorrow. Don't worry we'll make it."

"Yes, and both birthday parties this weekend"

"No, I'll just get up early and paint it tomorrow"

During the blitz I seem to function well but as soon as I can see the finish line something odd happens. My brain kicks into overdrive about the "whats" and "whys" of it all. I start to examine my place, my direction and question my importance. Not long after apathy starts to overtake me. Going from accomplishing more than I thought I was capable of to not caring if I accomplish another damn thing is rather depressing.

I have written at least ten post for my blog recently I've never published. In some cases I only needed a sentence or two in order to complete them but I just couldn't bring myself to click the 'Publish Post' button. Feeling they were too insignificant, obvious or meaningless. Whatever emotion sparked me to start them had retreated by the time I neared their end.

I've always tried to write my blog for me. If it made me think, laugh, cry or stirred some other emotion I wanted to remember it. If others got it, great but if they didn't, well, that's fine too. It's one of the few things I do for me, by me and is all about me. So why post just to post? I shouldn't, I won't, I can't. So apathy holds me back.

It's the same with other aspects of my life, I just don't have the luxury of choosing to sit them out. I know that moving forward is the only way to leave this apathy in my dust and based on past experience I know I will but for now apathy's pace is equal to mine and I can't find the burst I need to break it's draft.

Even as I write this I wonder if I'll even publish it or leave it to wither and die with all the other unpublished post in my blog draft grave yard.



Blah

January 29, 2008

Seven things I approve of

Time Traveller tagged me on her blog. I'm suppose to write down seven things I approve of. I think it's the first time I've been tagged. Thanks for that Time Traveller.

Here they are...


1. Family

For me family is the foundation, base and goal in my life. I think anyone who knows me knows I'm a family man.

2. Compassion

I'm for as much compassion as we can give. I believe only through compassion can we begin to understand each other and accept our differences. Try to understand me before you judge me.

3. Laughter

I think laughing is the absolute best human response. Give me a few laughs and all my problems seem miles away.

4. Sugar

If it has sugar in it I pretty much approve of it.

5. Common Sense & Logic

I approve of thinking for yourself. Just because you read it, hear it or see it doesn't make it so. Apply some common sense and logic before you swallow it. Be open to new ideas but always, always, think things through.

6. Women

I approve of the female form. There is nothing more beautiful, sensual, sexual and pleasing to my eyes than a woman's body. Short, tall, skinny, curvy I am rarely disappointed and almost always fascinated and captivated.

7. Pushing Yourself


There is nothing like the focus I get before and during a big lift or other test of my abilities. When it goes right I get to a place deep inside myself where my senses cease to function separately and all my energy is focused to one point. I imagine it's a lot like deep meditation. It's a wonderful feeling.

I'm suppose to tag more people. If you read it and want to be tagged, you are.

November 14, 2007

When I started this blog




It's been one year since I started this blog...


When I started this blog, to be honest, I thought if I made it a year I would be thrilled and I am. It's a harder task than I first realized. I have a lot of admiration for those who have accomplished this feat. I would suspect the average life of a blog is very short. It seems most people start out with great enthusiasm only to realize keeping a regular blog can be a bit of a chore when life gets busy or dull.


When I started this blog it was with the intention to vent my frustrations. My way of saying FUCK YOU to the world without having to care what someone thought but I quickly learned that's not the type person I am. Even in the anonymous world of Blogger I couldn't shrug off my feelings, concerns and wonderment for life and my fellow man.


When I started this blog I promised myself I would stick to certain rules. It wasn't easy but I think I've managed to keep my promise. I promised I would be honest, that I would write what I wanted, not what I think others wanted to hear. I wanted my blog to be for me, about me and reflect the person I am. I'm fairly satisfied with the outcome.


When I started this blog I had low expectations. I had read some fantastic blogs that weren't being read by anyone or very few. I knew I could never write anything that would equal these peoples efforts. To this day I can't understand why my blog gets any attention while these amazing blogs go almost unnoticed.

When I started this blog I never dreamed anyone would actually read it. Having people read and comment on my blog added an amazing aspect to blogging that I could never have imagined. Being a person who has always had a hard time expressing myself in literary form or any form as far as that goes, I have to admit the thought of people actually reading something I wrote was and is a bit scary. I've been surprised and overwhelmed at times by peoples interest, kindness and concerns regarding aspects of my thoughts and life.

When I started this blog, because I never thought I would get even a single comment, I never considered how hard it would be to communicate with people in this medium. I have to admit I have struggled at times to read people and understand their attitude towards me and my thoughts. It can be a bit of a head trip at times. Over the past year I have even questioned my ability and worthiness to blog as well as my qualifications as a commenter. Insecurity on my part? Maybe, but I've come to understand that is part of who I am as well.

When I started this blog I never dreamed it would spill over into my everyday life. That I would have conversations with the wife and friends about what bloggers thought, said and did. I never thought that I would consider my fellow bloggers opinions when I did something or that I would look forward to telling them about something that had happened. I absolutely could have never conceived that people I didn't know and had never met would help me work through problems that people in my life couldn't or wouldn't do.


When I started this blog a year ago I was in a much different place in my life. I have moved on from that place and life is better because I did. I can't help but feel that this blog and all those who participated on it helped me do that. So thanks to everybody for the wonderful experience, that I never expected, when I started this blog.

September 06, 2007

Simple But True

After my last post I remembered something I read on daughter of night's blog when I first stumbled upon it. I really liked it but I wasn't sure why, except that I thought it was clever and honest.


Heart of the Matter
Thee would point thou at
another and cry, "Deceiver!"
But those who witness point them at thee and whisper, "Sucker."
- daughter of night


Now I can see that it clearly points out that our perceptions of emotional situations depends on our involvement. It could certainly be applied to my friends current situation.

Thank you Daughter for allowing me to share this.