No, not the end of the world, but the end of the year. By this time, most of us have already reflected on what this past year has brought or done to us. Tonight, we celebrate and party, whether with a bunch of people in the frigid cold in New York City or at home with a few people. We celebrate making it to a new year. We are hopeful this coming year will be better than the past. Some of us will try to forget the last year while others hold on hoping not to forget ones we have lost and the special memories that were created.
Whatever your situation, here’s to a prosperous 2015! Be safe, and enjoy!
Is it me, or do the younger generations lack troubleshooting skills? Growing up in the early days of the modern generation of home computers with Windows (mid-90’s), if I wanted to do something, I had to figure it out. Google did not exist yet. I could search for something via Yahoo or other “first-gen” search engines, but there was not the plethora of data there is today. With everything at everyone’s fingertips, does one need to have troubleshooting skills? The answer is still yes. I do not know how many times I have seen a young person just sit there and wait for someone to tell them they need to look it up via Google or Bing when that person has done so countless times. What good is all of that information if you do not have the proper skills to actually look it up?
Chapters 1-3 of The Amanai Resolution are “on paper”. I went on a bit of a writing spree Christmas Eve. When I look at it from a viewpoint of another 20+ chapters to go, it feels daunting. This part of the writing process I enjoy – beginning the story and getting into the meat of it. I will not complain about this process until I am towards the end of writing, and when I know editing is coming. Baby steps though. Baby steps.
The day has finally come, and I wish I could say I made it here with the Christmas spirit. Alas, I made it, but not with the spirit, but that is fine. The kids are having a great morning, and it should be a relaxing day (assuming the kids do not start yelling at each other). For those who celebrate Christmas (in whatever fashion), have a joyous holiday. Christ is Born! (Glorify Him!) For those who do not celebrate the holiday, have a glorious regular day. For those of you who try to torpedo Christmas, it ain’t your holiday anyways, so why the hell do you care? – Lick my balls and go do something more productive with your time.
This flu going around kicked my ass something fierce. That was after it about ripped my ass with boiling hot dog water. Yes, that is a nasty picture, but it was no way less nasty with the experience. *knock on wood* I have not puked in fourteen years. I barely kept the streak going with this flu. I do not know why I hate puking so much, but I hate it. I despise it. I will do everything in my power not to puke. Jesus Christ himself could come down and tell me all I had to do was puke once to get into Heaven, and I would still have a hard time doing it. A couple of days later, and I am starting to feel like myself again.
On a side note, if you want to lose five pounds a day, get the flu. Depending on your weight and health status, you might avoid the hospital for a couple of days. Hey, I did not say it was a good way to lose weight.
There is a right way to do things and a wrong way. Just like sex – you know you did it right when someone bleeds. Sure, you can be all timid and straight-up missionary, but there is nothing like a 45-minute, multiple-position, bottoming-out, mix-up-the-pace session before it turns a little rough time when after done both collapse from exhaustion and there is a little bit of blood. That is something to be proud of.
While the previous paragraph is not a job, In many of my jobs around the house, I score the difficulty by how many times I bleed. Changing the exhaust usually is not difficult per say, but it is tends to be a two or three cut job. Putting tin on the roof of a building usually results in a couple of cuts and many bruises (sub dermal bleeding counts too).
In all instances, the bruises, cuts, and other types of bleeding is a proud badge of honor knowing a job was done right and the effort provided was nothing short of extraordinary.
I did not get very far, but I have finally started writing “The Amanai Resolution”. I figured if I want to get this one done by summer, I need to start now. It is almost the darkest day of the year, and it is taking its toll. Feeling trapped in your own home due to weather and the seasons is a pain in the ass. I might as well be productive while in captivity. In a week (other than being Christmas), the days will start being a little bit longer.
It becomes very difficult to argue about something if the parties involved are not on the same page. I have been the transgressor and victim of this many times in the past. This same page needs to happen outside of arguments. Not being on that same definition can cause fights to break out with the most serene of people. It never hurts to ask, “What do you really mean by that?” if you are not sure – or paraphrasing what you think the other person is saying/asking can help prevent uncomfortable and bitter discussions. Many of my arguments have no misunderstandings, but I need to do some damage control after this last failed explanation at a request that was interpreted way off my intended path.
The choices we make can portray what really matters to us. Many times, that is true. That statement can be used in extremes, however. For example, if you buy beer instead of a birthday present for your kid, you are a complete dickhole who should be throat punched and left on the sidewalk gasping for air because you care about beer more than your kid. People can take decisions made by others in the wrong context as well (obviously, not the beer example above). We have to remember that people, as a whole, are stupid creatures who make plenty of mistakes. Looking at someone’s decision for meaning could be pointless if no thought was put into that decision. We make decisions without realizing it. We put meaning where it does not exist. Sometimes, we just have to ask instead of assume.
A truth we like is easily accepted. A truth we do not like is often rejected or explained away into a false state of excuses and denial. There are times truths are held back for the benefit of others. If a truth is going to cause massive pain, is the lie the better solution? I tend to be brutally honest in my dealings with people, but sometimes I hold back on telling every aspect of the truth. Is feeling guilty about the truth along with the heartache worth it? Eventually, the truth will find its way out. Maybe picking the time for the truth is about as good as we can hope for.