Procrastination

One of the main reasons that allow me to go months without posting here is the fact that I've always treated this blog as a secret blog, even though it contains my full name and is not private.

Surely there has been enough that's happened with my life in the exactly four months it's been since I last posted here.

- Of my 4 active blogs, the other blog that's been ignored is Scooter Sunday.  Not on purpose, mind you, but just naturally inactive due to the lack of editing of Scooter Sunday episodes.

- The other 2 blogs that are active - Chillywilly.org and Banal Leakage - have remained at their normal pace of postings, with a few days in between posting being part of that normal pace.

- I should also mention another blog I update, where my alias is a LEGO minifig stormtrooper named Cooper...  Cooper Trooper.  It gets updates less frequently than I plan to.

- I've traveled a lot.  Seattle, northern Oregon and Vancouver, WA at the end of July.  Vancouver, WA again two weeks later, Irvine, CA a week later for my 30th high school reunion.  And Las Vegas and LEGOLand at the end of October.  All trips were good, with the exception of my spouse giving her driving instructions, which bothers me on many levels.

- I've been writing fiction, but not without procrastinating a lot.  I start a good story, then get busy with something else, come back to it and get it mostly finished.  Then wait till the day or two before it's due and scrambling to make final edits.

- Speaking of writing, I joined up to NaNoWriMo to give me some incentive to finish my novel I started in September 2000.  I'm still at chapter 3, with chapters 4-30 still in my head.

- As for my day job, the frustrations I deal with there still have not pushed me to a level of wanting to go somewhere else.  Perhaps I'm more at ease to let things be, given I have flex time and vacation days still left to burn for 2011.  Plus, it's not as stressful as it normally is.

- Daily exercise eludes me most days, with the treadmill now tucked into the corner of the downstairs family room.  My wife put it there... honest.. I'm not just dumping on her (only her driving instructions deserve the harsh retort I give her).  I just might have to join a gym again to give me some motivation.

Which leads me into the very reason I put things off a lot.  It's a matter of managing both my time and my many distractions.  When that day finally arrives, except some miraculous results posted to my other blogs.  And a nice mention here, of course.

Wish me luck.

Drive-By Revelation

There are some things that you didn't expect that become the unexpected.

For me, it happened this week.

It wasn't some big event, but it was ego bruising.  And one that I wasn't ready for.

I'm a very social person.  I like to connect to people on different levels.  Even if that person I am trying to connect with doesn't have any instant connection, I try to find one.  Kind of like an accommodation, but mostly me trying to find a topic I can join in lively conversation with.

Well, it seems with some people, I have an annoying side.  Or at least that's what I was informed of.

Actually, I was informed there are TWO annoying things about me.  Here's the first one.

1. I don't know when to stop when discussing a topic of interest.  I like to continue the conversation past the point of the initial topical discussion.

It happened today, at least that's what I was made aware of by another party [my wife].

The conversation was talking about Simpsons episodes.  I wanted to participate, so I brought up part of the episode where Homer gets a helper monkey named Mojo.  It's a funny episode and I like to quote lines from it.  One of the people in the conversation had previously that same day showed me a clip of the episode where they do the Planet of the Apes theater recreation [another equally funny episode].

So I thought, "hey, I'm a big fan of the Simpsons" and threw my trivial intellect into the ring.

If only I would have stopped at "Pray for Mojo"

I continued with my ever-flowing dialogue of the episode.

There was the silence, which I completely missed, until my wife tapped me on the arm.

That was my cue to SHUT THE FUCK UP, which I did.

Tuck that one into the part of my brain that acts like a flash drive with reference points attached that will clue me in to future conversations with said persons.

And here's the other annoying revelation.

2. When I travel, I like to read signs.  If I'm by myself, I sometimes read them to myself.  If there are others in the car, I sometimes read them out loud.  It helps me take a mental reference to places and locations so that if I ever got lost in a city I've not been to before, I can find my way back to the hotel.  Plus, it's my social side wanting to share what I'm seeing.

I've recently been informed this is most annoying to some people.  And I can certainly see how this would come across as bothersome.  To some, it may say, "Hello... fuck tard, I know how to read a sign!"  To others, it may come out as just plain, "I really don't need to hear you narrate your every point of self-navigations."

Up until this point in time, none of the people this bothered had said a single word to me about this.  Maybe they are just being nice.  Maybe they are trying to not hurt my feelings.  Regardless, it was said to someone, who then informed another person [again, my wife], who then relayed this revelation to me.

Once again, I take this one to another spot in my physical flash drive and note another point of conversational reference.

So is this really what going through life is all about?  Remembering dumb shit that bothers other people, so when you are around these people that are bothered by what you do, you take extra efforts to reduce or go silent on the things they are bothered by?

I certainly hope not.  That's a lot to keep track of.  I have too many other important things in life to keep track of already.

But at the same time, I really don't want to blanket cover every social liberty to everyone I meet.  It's personalizing that social relationship with each person you know that helps create a bond.

Which brings up the bigger question: If there are things that someone else does that annoy me, how do I react?  Am I just as bothered as some are with me when another person does something that is bothersome?  How blunt and honest should one be?

All of these questions I ask myself in a self-evaluative sort of way when I find myself in said annoyed circumstances.

I believe I'm pretty tolerant with others.  And of course, I would like others to have the same self-tolerance with me.  If that means being honest and verbally discussing something direct to the other party, then that's the best "get it all out in the open" resolve to correcting one's self, even if it's not the most friendly mode of relay.

So am I off base here?  Am I reading more into this on the method of social corrections amongst responsible adults?  Or am I justified in how I feel, dejected feelings and all? 

And what about the other party?  What actions are they required to meet?  Do they "pass the buck," breaking the ego-deflating news to another member of the affected party?

These are all just answers in the game of trying to figure out another member of the human race.

Because I'd like know an easier solution if one exists.