We’re in a time where I can read someone’s post on social media, and if it’s political, more than half the time I can accurately guess their race, family situation, SES, and the color of their state.

This means it’s really not that stimulating to keep taking in new information to back up these stereotypes.

This means discussions on social media are not healthy pieces of info as much as empty calories for my emotional digestion.


Tonight I played a vr game that was half-way towards the vr game that’s featured in Disjuncture, thought that was kind of cool.

It’s funky, I can’t say I’m getting more or less tolerant overall, as much as picky about things I choose to be tolerant about…..like ok I’ll do some bullshit to accomplish a goal even if it means a 14 hour workday is what it takes? Fine.
But then also, I switch a few windows and suddenly my brain is firing on “…..” to “….?” to “…..!! DUMB”




For example, I MAY have encountered a racist, or an asshole, or someone who simply is so caught up in a picture I can’t see all of that they come off like a big jerk.  Unfortunately, this was in a more professional situation, and the only thing I KNOW is, that I don’t know all the gears that are turning, or how hard.
One of the things about the folks I’ve been dealing with lately that I like is, manners seem basic.  Politeness and courtesy are more than professional lubricants to me, but things are definitely lubed up during most interactions — let’s put it that way.

The thing I don’t like about that is, it stands out when people don’t have these niceties, and one guy in particular was clearly playing games with a project I was growing involved in. Lot of friction, lot of back-tracking to figure out what his end-goal was, and once I did, hey, ok.  I think it’s a weird and lame end-goal, I think the guy’s a frustrated dork more than a respectable person, but I’m going to contribute my piece and whatever.
I think 10 years ago I’d have thought it was admirable in a way to put this person on an open blast.  But one of the most responsible ways to possess big balls is to keep them in your pants. Frankly, I think he’s going to get what he wants — and even though I think it’s silly, and it’s bad for the project….can I just not be on that project? I’m covering my ass and happily letting him eat the project his way, I don’t really need to disrupt that.  And he was even a little rude about it, and some things rubbed me as impractical waste of times and you know what? *Deep breath* Yeah it’s actually ok.

Meanwhile, there’s other stuff that I don’t have a tolerance for.  And I know it’s dumb, but it’s so….*button clicks in brain* “Hey I’m done.”  I can’t indulge the same things the way I used to….

First example I can think of….people who want to jerk off vapid things on facebook, and I mean VAPID — “Here is an obscure show I watched, and I just want to write this essay that’s completely off point and I sound stoned but I’m not, and I’m going to argue with people in the comments even if they’ve got credentials in this field and I’m a guy who’s 35 who’s trying to out-do the thought patterns of others from my very own pc in my mom’s house.”  Or, fucking dolts asking if I want to go do things with them that are influencer-y, but DUMB AS FUCK.  NO I DONT WANT TO GO TO A FUCKING AIR BNB TO SIT AROUND SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME. NO I DONT WANT TO BRUNCH.  NO I DONT WANT TO EXPLAIN THAT THERE’S A FUCKING PLAGUE AND I THINK ADDING ‘SOCIAL DISTANCING’ BEFORE AN IN-PERSON GROUP ACTIVITY SOUNDS LAME AF.

Wow.  All caps.

Gosh I’m touchy.

I don’t know, my brain reacts to some things with a “that’s dumb.” or “arrgh” and maybe it’s sharper in some ways but it’s also less cool too.
And then I get neurotic in how confident I want to be a prick about things I find dumb, because I don’t want to be an asshole at the world, but also, some crap is really dumb. Like ok, new easy example: My blog. I know my blog can be dumb (even though objectively it is the greatest page on the interwebz ever) but the point is I didn’t make you come here. I’m not asking you to go through stupid costs to engage it.  (Not to mention, if you disagree with something I say here you’re just wrong anyway.) I think these are key differences with what I’m less tolerant, and more eye-rolling for.
But if I went on facebook and started pushing my nonsense in your feed?
Maybe then that’s my problem.
And that’s my point — I think some people are starting to push that.

Meh, maybe I’m also just tired — 2 60 hour weeks in a row is a really weird way to preface my upcoming week off and I’m curious how that’ll go.
Blah, de fooking blah.

I think midday naps and 11pm coffee is lovely but maybe it’s making me feel a bit internally raw too.



America is still a bit of a mess.

I like the word mess, it’s relative, but implies a higher standard.

Movies from the 90’s and early 2000’s have been the most enjoyable for me lately.  Good ole story telling.  Even the campy stuff is LESS corny than I remember.  I can’t tell how much is nostalgia and how much is accomplished writing, but I know the writing isn’t completely accomplished.  Even something as silly as starship troopers — hell yeah.  That writing was self-aware, the soundtrack was great, and that era had a lot of sexiness that was just sex.

Blah blah blah.

I’m juggling a lot at work and there are offers to help and “do you need a hand” but I think help comes in a few stages that also take from the economy
1) recognizing need for help
2) raising hand for help
3) explaining how to help
4) double checking the people helping
5)  setting controls in place so the help is actually just helpful

And all of that can be very draining, and while I’m MORE than happy to play with teams, I think the biggest load is something that is best single threaded during the crunch.  We can talk about licking cords after.
(Trust me, that makes sense.)

Pretty horrible image and story coming up.
Not exaggerating when I say gruesome and despair are words that may apply to the following.
NOT recommended reading for everyone.
This is that warning.

The mentally ill…
It’s a weird status: mentally ill.
some combination of pariah and pity source
Normal people want to feel normal

by having some blanket, cookie cut feeling about people who are more mentally ill than them
like “I’m sorry you feel-”
like that means they’re not mentally ill
But secretly
I think normies kind of like having the mentally ill
And I think I know why that’s sick

The mentally ill are both weirdly wired
and often weirdly raised.
We intellectualize how much of it is their fault
we look to “experts” as guidance
but they’re just slightly less clueless
and often, mentally ill.

And then
the mentally ill sometimes can’t get help
as in, they can’t get help
no it’s not some whiny political statement that they can’t afford it cause there’s not enough money no
I mean sometimes they can’t get help

I once saw one of the most horrible videos I’ve ever seen in my life
whole 30 seconds long
should’ve been on the dark web but I was just wandering, browsing the web in the dark
two guys run up to a lady
she’s trying to sleep under a bridge on a piece of cardboard
she sure has no franchise
and the camera light is really noticeable in the darkness of the underpass
they’re speaking another language
they’re excited
she’s pretending not to hear them
she’s got some scrags of clothes for a pillow and rearranges them to make it more comfortable
and it’s more noticeable too
that she’s sleeping on her arm in a pretty ginger way
I remember watching this video and being pulled in there
as pity and sympathy are the natural and best human reactions
But it gets worse.
the camera guy says something that even in another language sounds like
“look! look!”
camera moves over her head
her skull has been broken and part of it is missing
her brain is exposed
the fact that she is still alive is all at once absurd, amazing, and terrible
looks like she is still just trying to sleep
and it gets much worse
the boy with the camera knew something,
it’s why he pulled his other friend in
he pulls the camera right over her wound
now I’m looking at her brain
and it gets worse
there are fucking maggots
I think they’re maggots
little white squirming things
(which makes sense if her wound
you know, her brain
has been exposed and festering and she’s been sleeping in areas where flies fly.)
And it gets worse.
the fucking squirming maggot things seem to react to the light
they writhe and wiggle and squirm into her brain
most of them disappear
even prepared, camera boy can’t take it either and jumps back
the lady makes a gritting face and tries to sleep
they fucking run
I fucking hated that what I saw was possible, let alone that it didn’t seem fake
went to comments
some internet sleuth had sleuthed it
made a translation of statements in the video
someone else online added another piece to the story:
someone offline had obviously taken a club to her head
apparently the boys had tried to take this woman to the hospital but the woman was turned away
said there’s absolutely nothing that could be done

So I’m not saying mental illness is those maggots
but also that maybe sometimes it is
and worse over
sometimes the people aren’t sleeping on cardboard under a bridge
sometimes the brains themselves are fucked up
hurtful and harmful
and sometimes they just don’t know what fresh air smells like after infinity hours of living in a gaslit environment
These are all facts.
I don’t know what to do with them except feel.

I got a lot of shit from that video.
It remains one of the worst things I’ve ever seen or thought about
that futility
I feel like I’d want to pick at that wound
speed up the inevitable
she didn’t even have a mirror

And then I remember sitting in that dark room
at an hour kind of like this one
And the shock of that video
made me go fuck what else haven’t I imagined
The answer is: way more than I have.

I do feel like the world is beautifully awesome
but man it sure comes with a dark side too
as in things can get really, really dark
not to take away from the amazing kickassery that can be appreciating a floating bag in the wind
but if nature can come with balance
that dark side sure can be a massive, massive bitch too
And that there’s my 4am thinking.


Japan has real life gundam robots now and even if they’re not nearly as cool in action as you might hope they’re still amazing and make me think humans are special AF



I’m gonna say something weird that I don’t think you’re hearing much nowadays,


Here it goes


have a good life.


Yep, that’s pretty much it. Sure I wish I was a world famous author by age 32, but I’m not done yet and in lots of ways I’m growing wiser.  (Less energetic, maybe also less sharp, but there’s more confidence in what I think is wise too.)

And I’m lucky enough to come from some tough things and still doing well.

My mind’s been wandering to generational issues and things that extend from just one lifespan a bit more and more lately.  And whoopedy do.  So let’s talking about parenting for a second,

One challenge of parenting is that parents have no fucking clue how to make a perfect child.  Don’t even know where to even begin about dissecting about how that’s undeniably and obviously true, so let’s take it as a given that everyone’s just trying to figure it out:

well, parenting goes into one of those “knowing what you don’t know” situations.
It’s a known that parents don’t know what their kids need to know to be exceptional in whatever their kid figures out to be exceptional in.   As in, I do think I’m doing better in some things — or at least I’m growing more confident at things that provide value — but I don’t think those things will have the same value for the next generation.
As to what the value of those skills will be, well I don’t know, so you sure as hell don’t either, and neither does the next person.

So do exceptional parents spend more effort getting their kid to write in cursive, or type?

The correct answer is shrug.

So….I think people who are doing exceptionally well are extra exceptional, because today’s world is a circus, but also demands some weird ass things if luck is also going to work.
So I think exceptional people compliment their entire goddamn bloodline in some way, as well as they way they were raised, and the people they can keep around.   I hope that I’m doing that, cause I’m sure as hell eager and willing to.

But then there are those of us who after being given so much can’t do better than a lazy narrative of lies or pushing refrigerators.

It’s the being given so much part that makes it pathetic. I want to use the word squander.

Bottom line: there’s a bit of pride and pleasure in trying to choose something else entirely, and being glad for it.

Anyway this is a penis with very questionable balls.



Things are good.

Work is still picking up steam, and I’m trying to ride the rails as much as I should.

On the personal notes am very glad things are working ok enough for today’s positive storytime.  A buddy in Kentucky – you know, just a pal who let me board up with him in college when my housing situation got screwed up, taught me how to drive, and is just another guy who took in that Victor twit, well he’s doc today and sole-earner father of two. I’m pretty sure he regularly carries a huge load on his back.

He also picked up a cool blacksmithing hobby.  Like he makes scary sharp knives for funzies, so logically he’s chosen to make me a Daqtagh. hahaha

Found out today that he broke his vise in the process (don’t turn too hard, according to yewtewb you’ll start stripping the threads on the bolt that makes the squeezy squeezy possible more than tighten the grip)  and I asked him if he got a new one yet.  Then I learned that he’s waiting for a few weeks and why, and I remembered when I had to wait a few weeks for that very reason and was glad to be able to go “nah I can do this sooner no problem.”
So I ordered him a new one, and now he doesn’t have to wait.

I think I underestimate the difficulty of raising a couple of kids. I was really glad to catch up with a different former coworker who has twins AND a third, and one thing he advised was “TRAVEL NOW MAN!” because it’s so much more difficult once you’ve got a family. And even if I tend to love life at home most, my hobbies definitely involve pricier than strong metal.

Anyway a few button clicks and bim bam boom, I learned a lot more about vises such as how to spell them and ended up placing an order at menards.  Bing bam boom two.  Felt right.  This guy’s a gem and more than deserves a hobby break.
Plus I think he works too damn hard and America should do better for scientists who don’t have that “I’ve also got the streak of business asshole within me”.  I don’t have to soapbox about how important research is compared to the compensation given to researchers who won’t even question the hours, right?

Let’s see, in terms of other blah blah blah.  Ooh Juneteenth just happened so slavery is gone and that’s still cool.  Surprised to say that I did actually have definitively white people reach out to figure if it’s appropriate to say something to the effect of “Uh happy juneteenth! Do people say that?” and like…..lol…..hang on let me check in my “Juneteenth instructional” booklet handed out on Friday night meetings….

Jaidree said it really well yesterday, along the lines of “best reaction I read all day was ‘white folks probably shouldn’t keep reaching out to black folks and celebrating juneteenth as their holiday, and instead celebrate and recognize their part in growing past slavery too.”

And yep.

Again I’m one of those weirdos who feels like people being good people more than, y’know, tokens of color, is really the name of the game so all progress towards that to me is real progress.  Support that and you’re good too. Real neat and simple!

Anyway, time to go make parts of my stair-master hot enough to cook eggs byenow.



Suspecting and hoping things calm down.

I really hope that in a twisted way the country is more unified as a result, I think that’s actually what most people want.

I did read some people saying that we’re just repeating the same bs over and over and (no we’re not the world is very different from my father’s day, and his father’s day, etc, so no.)  all cops are murderers (uh, disagree. Unless you want to argue that all American’s are murderers. In which case, what’s the point of defining “murderer” if everyone’s a murderer? What is this nonsense.) and more where I’ve stopped thinking. There’s just a lot of charged but less sensible emotion out there.

But I’m optimistic today. Accountability should be increased, and America afterwards has a chance to act like it’s discussed and addressed a national shortcoming – I think that’s something not every first-world country can honestly say so, hey, maybe we can actually act on that.

I mean it’s either that, or we become some weird teargas wanna be hybrid of mad max/escape from ny.

Man, I’m glad the plague is over.


Uh, what a time.

There was a period where I wanted to post about dumb nice little things, like how the day after last post I went 4-1 in creed.  There were a couple of days where I was all about the sweat that that and other vr games broke, or how I’ve really started to get my cardio back by working it how I want to on the regular. But really, 2020 though.

“Oh my god, there’s like, a trigger warning. If you don’t like other people’s perspectives and need to exist in like, a safe echo chamber then please fuck right off.  Also if the word fuck offends you like, please don’t read this. Ok guys, like, omg right now. I like, can’t. Black people matter, you know?”


No, seriously, this America thing does get to me. I thought our country was going to be great and stuff, but I found yesterday really exausting.  Ahmed Aubery scares me because the video speaks for itself, and instead of agreeing on that and considering the kid’s family, some people are speaking from their ass.  Within the span of about a minute that kid, who I think is guilty of doing something I am too — running for the running’s sake — is good as dead.  And I already posted one of my experiences/overall stances about cops being a little too gung ho on ethillery.com….. (the bottom line is that so many instances would’ve de-escalated if there was mutual respect.) And then Floyd happened.

Maybe it’s because I’m just tired of it, but this is one of those rare times that I’m ambivalent about the scope of an issue: On one hand, I do think it’s just hot. I think people have gotten cooped up, and then spoon fed shit, so now everyone wants to engage in riot puking.  On the other hand, i think there are systemic issues, and videos of actual murder, because 4 minnepolis pd’s strangling a guy to death with their hands literally in their pockets as they do it – and the guy did not seem like a monstrous brother the entire time he was, you know, dying – well those murder videos shouldn’t result in casual conversations outside which defend the tragedy.
And I agree with one part of what Trevor Noah spat out in one of his rando videos: people tilt when a social contract is invalidated.

I don’t believe – more than that, I know – if I did that, even if I wasn’t the initial aggressor and felt it was self-defense, that’d be reckless endangerment and probably manslaughter if not murder charges at least, because it’s excessive force.

And uch.  This is the low hanging fruit. We’ve been pushed indoors because of a plague and then log online to see what’s up, find some video about the stir and then we’re swept up in being fed up. Because now this;


or this


just a van that’s been cocktailed, because batman, then a colored senator being pepper sprayed during what was supposed to be a peaceful demonstration just a few blocks away from my mom and L.  That there is a spot I walked by every day on the way to high school.

(Fuck I just turned into that old man, didn’t I.)

It’s not just fear that’s created actions that’s resulted in so much anger that’s getting increasingly violent. Fuck that Yoda premise, the real issue is that these altercations a predicated on disrespect.
Those fucking hicks who decided to protect dere turf with a gun and shot aubery? They didn’t have the respect to actually understand what the kid was probably doing (just putting one foot in front of the other…)  There isn’t a respect that comes with the presumption of possible innocence/decency. And there IS clearly a lot of that respect expected in abundances for those who’re blue, and much more often there is that respect when you’re not an outsider, and more often it helps to be white to not be an outsider.

I feel that all of the above is correct. I’ve had a few decades to sway to different point of views, and maybe I’ll have a few more so I’m still paying attention.

But, also bowguy.  The mob. Uch.

It’s one of those times again where there’s a spectrum of where people lay on the issue, and the extremes are objectionable, and getting louder.

You know that above photo with the van on fire? I read that two dumb insane twits from the catskills were arrested for doing it…. the catskills, and because internet, I saw their photos.  If they’re the ones culpable, I have some issue with that.

You could make a few generalizations about the catskills, but one of them is not that the nypd goes there and shoots black people….because they kind of can’t. That’s especially hard for a few reasons, so that pisses me off.  And things being close to home, during a fucking plague….

It also feels like the national dialogue has decided to take a sidequest at a rather shit time.  And part of me feels shame for calling it a sidequest, because I know stuff is happening now.

I just want people to question how they’re not respectful (not “how can white people ask themselves how they’re racist” what a fucking stupid and twisted premise) because it prevents a whole lot of this mess. I also …well let’s put it this way.

I have littler things in my experience book like being followed in stores. Yes that pissed me off, and it also kind of bugged me too when my blond / blue eyed friend just figured he didn’t want to go one either because the deals weren’t very good after I let him know it happened. More recently I’ve watched Jaidree get followed in stores by a stupid kid who was told to do so in another language, before proceeding to do it stupidly and obviously. The post on one of my other sites is not my only incident with bs policing. Yes I’ve had to wonder if a shitty interview that seemed to have no shot of getting off the ground was due to myself not looking like I fit some mold…..most of this doesn’t result in chronic anger or anything like irrational remorse (while watching these kill-videos sure seems to have an impact that approaches that…) Part of why not is because, I’m still going to be ok. Part of why not wallow in it all the time is because that would mean giving up all the good things in my life that make me feel ok with the capabilities of human civilization. For me, doing much better than wallowing in it means possible oppression didn’t define my existence.

And yet, most of all, another part of why these incidents don’t define my relationship to society is because because I’m able to identify that these isolated incidents were with especially stupid people.

And yet another part of that is because I think it’s outrageous if I couldn’t somehow work my way out of a shit situation.

But I guess sometimes it’s just outrageous, and that’s reality, and that’s why people are outraged.

Like I’ve said more than once, we’re all a victim of something, but those few instances don’t define an entire lifetime.  That’s a big point I think, they just set the parameters, and other people’s experiences just help inform what’s possible.  I guess it’s good there’s outrage as to what’s possible.  It’s very good in a sense.  But that also depends on a lot, and the timeliness…it’s just shit.

I’m done jerkoff soapboxing, and I hope I’ll be done being tired of the news soon too. Yesterday I read headlines about some new ebola outbreak of a new strain and just went, “Yeah not now.”

Mean it when I say I hope people stay safe.


What a time. What a time!

I mean it.  I haven’t felt as ambivalent about a time period in my life before….and for some reason I’m pretty sure I’ll be saying that again.  On one hand, technology is amazing….we’re casually dropping headline bombs about things like a parallel universe (which certainly isn’t a much simpler explanation), teleportation, robots….ai.   Medical science has (thank god) continued to improve buttloads.  More on that later.  But I like that.

On the other hand, the newscape is a circus, our politics are absurd…almost as if they’re designed to make sane people tune out… and I’m pretty sure I actually know what hatred is. And oh, that reality thing: we’re in a pandemic.

(I definitely don’t feel like going into the pandemic. If you’re not overwhelmed by pandemic info, thoughts, data, judgements, and opinions….just maybe you haven’t been hit that hard.)

So, yeah compared to a little less than a decade ago…..what a difference.

Hey, it’s somewhat random blather time!

Erik Erikson is one of those textbook psychologists who tried to parse out our lives in stages. But as opposed to say, half of Freud’s coked up nonsense, there’s a value into diving into Erikson’s theory.  He pretty much standardizes that there’s an internal conflict, a cool little epic of a long-term inside battle that everyone goes through at any period of their life.  If you’re on the good side of this scale, you reap your laurels and get to progress to the next stage and next challenge.   If you don’t, you kind of get the mud of a bad side staining the rest of your existence.  And they’re 8 cool little categories that I think most people should find very relatable.  No, we don’t all box up as neatly as the theory postulates, but I’ve never not found some value in applying the theory whenever I’m also randomly analyzing goals.


Anyway, his second to last stage is a nice lazy lumping of everyone into a category called “Generativity vs Stagnation”.   It’s that ideal of feeling productive, vs feeling like you’re sitting around and are-you-a-waste-of-space-why-are-you-even-here.  And while I think the ways I measure it can vary, I’m also ok with my weeklies in new ways.  There’s numbers.  It’s nice to relax financially.  It’s nice to feel colder about stock losses/gains because it’s not my food and shelter that’s on the line, but something more expendable.  And I know some things I used to be more passionate and active about, like weird techniques, like succeeding in weird personal games that still matter, but can take a back seat in ways that I’d absolutely refuse a decade ago.  Before, generative felt like completing a manuscript, and something with real potential to invoke an internal change.  Nowdays, a personal philosophy of generative….well I want to say it doesn’t exclude that, but it’s also less exclusively up my own ass, which is nice.

And, on the other hand, I think I’m a fatty mcfatfat.  At least by my own standards, and compared to the way I was nearly a decade ago.

Yesterday I played Creed VR and enjoyed it to the point that I had to stop because my body was making me.

Man, could I turning into one of those middle lifed fellers who would tout the physicality of some past-tense version of their self?   Yeah, I could (but I don’t wanna!) I’ve kind of always had a couple of specific feels about that kind of nostalgia 1) Everyone has a physical peak, and most peoples’ hits before they’re mid-30, so enjoy the nostalgia but also know when to get over it.  Because 2) a body can be as enjoyable and awesome for as long as it’s enjoyable and awesome.  The tricks are simply to be born lucky, work it up, and not lose it.

So yeah, maybe more regular dishapwine again because that helps with the last two.  The above bit that I rambled about about — looking at income as a high-priority form of generativity, part of me knows how that’s regrettable if it actually displaces say, learning how to have awesome techniques, or really appreciating living in one’s own skin.  For a recent example (and this is going to sound really dumb but who cares):

Preeeeetty sure I’m above average in being able to handle myself in a fight.  Yet, in Creed VR where there might be a couple of differences I tried my first five pvp matches and lost 5/5 yesterday.  Came close each round, didn’t feel like I got slaughtered, but they always reached the last KO before I did.  A decade ago I’d be working on techniques and reflexes and feeling satisfied about gaining those, and my body would go with that ride for hours and hours, and then it would do it again.

I’m not as gifted as I once was, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok to let a chair train my body more than anything else. Oh I’m gonna have more fun with creed, and I’m going to beat some younger folks who’ve played way more than me soon, mark my words.  Just wait until my lower back heals. *shakes fist*

Because yeah, I’m getting a diamond of grey in my chest. It’s right over where my heart feels like it thuds against when it pounds too hard.  I kind of like it, but it’s also a reminder that time is a thing.  I talked about medical science advancing, and all I’ll say is as far as I’m concerned time carries challenges and milestones.  There’s really know perfect way to look at the reality that Mom beat a threatening, scary, dread-bringing cancer within a period of months last year, and still seems bubbly and vibrant.  (More reasons to be fucking thankful for science and prudent people.) Dad is putting up with and pushing through congestive heart failure, resolving realities like he’s one of the oldest in his entire family now or managing having a pitiful and insane brother.  No one’s perfect, but it’s new to me seeing how dad’s aged, or today when he chooses to take a seat back, relax, ask for help, or observe more than just, opine.  It feels like change to me and again, reminders.

Time is a thing.

There’re three fronts I’m planning to be more generative:

One, not letting myself go physically. I think it’s high time I refocus, and avoid the negatives that will continue to come with increased aging with some goddamn exercise / cutting back on empty fats. Simple.

Two, chasing positives — getting dem habits that’ll make me prouder of my physicality in a decade. I think having a great history and doing feats that speak for themselves is admirable, but let’s say I hit 300 pounds.  Well, I wouldn’t admire a 300 pound me bragging that I once ran a marathon, and no one else should.

Three, compartmentalization as a habit.  Acting on wisdom more than a capacity to figure things out.

Psychologically, a person can take years off their own life.  One time, when I was 8 and didn’t know what I’d believe is possible in the universe I was riding on a bus to camp. This other kid, alex asked me if he could have a second. I said sure.  He said thanks, and then claimed he was going to live a second longer now. I thought, oh no, what what type of dark powers does this contract carry? Wait does that mean I’m going to die a second sooner?   Wait I really want that second back!  And oh now, now I’m spending multiple seconds worry about that second I lost neooooooooo!!!

And I think that’s a really good homologue for what lots of folks, including myself can do to their selves. Who isn’t a victim at some point in their life? Who didn’t have some sort of regrettable event, or wish something went better?  My rational side knows: learning what you can and moving on should beat ruminating for eva.  As in, there’s a time and a place for everything, and part of optimizing is not sitting around and focusing on a negative for longer than there’s a real value to it. (and man, it’s extra easy during a pandemic to do that, isn’t it?)   But if you want to thrive, and not just exist or survive, you have to focus on the what-can-you-do and what-can-you-make-betters. It’s heart healthy in the end.

I’m going to go play creed now, and I miss all the special food markets being open.  Anyway, that’s my shower-thought blather storm of the day.  Time to stretch and play.


Random Assertion

No context needed: I’ve never had a problem with not-smart people. There will always be people who are openly “hey I’m not super smart but” and they try their best, they’re fine people.  In fact they can be the nicest, extra-cool, or especially careful or self-aware.  Easy chills and good, valuable times.

But then there are people who feel entitled to be dumb.  The problem there is they’re never more than just dumb and loud (and often obnoxious and annoying uses of time) and I find those people about just as disagreeable as a person can get.