My Daughter Moves My Heart
I’m sitting in the living room, typing this on a laptop while my daughter plays with a pacifier on the carpet. She’s eight months old, and so ridiculously adorable I cannot contain myself.
There is no feeling similar to the one I get when my daughter looks at me with pure joy at discovering I am present. Then she grabs two fistfuls of my jeans and pulls herself up to a standing position. Then she falls down. But the point is she is committed whole heartedly to learning to walk without any encouragement from her parents.
Rest Your Mind and Body OR ELSE!
I’ve been overwhelmed with stress lately. Had a HUGE argument with my wife that lasted two days. I’m also in the process of pitching a huge side client that you’ve all heard of. I am behind on my work at my full-time job. I felt sick for two days now, with heavy pressure on my brain. It’s been a hardcore sluggish and achy feeling, as though I’d been flying in a passenger plane for days. Oh. AND my neck and back were so out of alignment that I couldn’t look to my left or bend my neck to look down.
Disillusionment Is a Good Thing
I just read a little about disillusionment on John Paul Jackson’s blog. This is me. Disillusioned. I can’t even tell you how disillusioned I am. My wife just slammed the door on me because we’re having a venting match where she vents on me and I vent on her.
This is just great. This is my life. An ungrateful wife. A selfish me. Co-existing. Forever. Joy. That’s real exciting right about now, let me tell you.
Friends Are Few and Far Between
I can’t avoid the reality any longer that I don’t have many friends. I had two close friends for one five year stretch. Since then, I’ve had one good friend I don’t talk to much. And I am lonely.
That’s a sad and pathetic statement to make, but it’s honest, so I’m okay admitting it. I’ve had one quasi-friend from work that I’ve been habitually instant messaging for more than a year now. But he’s getting sick of me. I’m a constant conversationalist, and no one seems to have the capacity to talk with me all the time.
Death to Conventional Thinking!
After watching Doomsday on DVD, I received an email from Facebook. An old friend had accepted my invitation. After browsing through his profile, I found a like to his “blog”. I put the word in quotes because I am a snob, and any blog hosted on wordpress or blogspot is a lame wannabe blog. On top of that, I saw a flash presentation of his traditional wedding. I HATE traditional weddings.
Now, if you love them, you could allow yourself to become offended by my stated opinion. OR, you could read on and find the kernel of truth and/or value to what I’m saying.
Twitter Changes Everything
I’ve owned this blog for a while now. But I just recently threw up a twitter account. Suddenly, I feel the need to write more important blog posts. I feel more self-conscious about sharing my thoughts and life experiences.
Blogging anonymously is a one-way street. I don’t get very many comments, and not many people read this site. I’m okay with that. It’s easier and faster for me to blog than journal, so here I am. But joining Twitter and engaging in any amount of conversation puts me into the two-way mode. And knowing that people can unfollow me on Twitter because they think my posts are lame is a real concern. Hey, I’d like to say that I don’t care what people think. But that’s not the honest truth.
Don’t Argue Because You’re Proud
There’s a particular type of person I can’t bear to debate with. I’m thinking of one guy in particular who represents this type in my mind. I hate arguing with him, because he has no valid points. He has no logic. He just has objections and assumptions.
We debated Sarah Palin’s resume today. He threw out assumptions based on a sentence or two he heard her speak only minutes prior. He gives credit where credit has not been earned. He calls me “pessimistic” because I propose a reality he doesn’t want to exist. In other words, he’s full of hot air.