10/7
Sometimes life goes your way. I’ve started doing a little bit of sports betting, and I won $100 on MNF. That was pretty cool. Sometimes, life doesn’t go your way. My fantasy football team absolutely did not show up this week, and I got demolished. The Seahawks lost, and so did the Vandals. Sometimes it helps to put things in perspective. Football is my escape from reality, a hobby. I love it, but I try not to be ruled by it. It controls my emotions to a larger degree than I enjoy, but give me an hour or so and I’m back to normal. I just enjoy having an outlet for my emotions. It’s silly at times but I think we as people need those kinds of things. There are worse vices.
I feel like some poetry tonight, in a rhyming mood. Sorry, it will undoubtedly be semi terrible.
I sit here at night,
at a small wooden table,
and mostly waste time,
but think when I’m able.
I dream of the future,
and read of today,
do plenty of work,
and also some play.
Ok I lied, total failure today. I’ll be a little more inspired tomorrow. I can feel it.
Octubre
I had big plans for the beginning of October. Closed out September in a great way with Vandal homecoming, where we picked up our first (likely our only) win of the season, saw a lot of friends old and new, and filled my heart with a swell of joy that I assumed would carry me into a great first couple weeks.
Then, of course, life threw a curveball at me in the way of getting sicker than I’ve been in quite some time. I missed a little bit of work, and even when I didn’t I basically was sleeping at all hours trying to get healthy. My plans of beginning to train for the Vancouver USA Marathon, writing every day, and being productive in multiple facets went right to hell.
Fortunately I am starting to feel closer to normal, and so I would like to put this challenge out to myself for the world to see: I will write every day for the next two months (or, barring a post on a particular day, post an equal number of times to the days between now and December 1). It’s not an unreasonable goal by any stretch, it just takes commitment. 500 words is generally less than a half hour, assuming that I have a good starting point. So, dear world, if you don’t have anything better to do buckle up, because I will hopefully get better with practice.
The Part in Which I Actually Write Something
I saw an acquaintance from high school yesterday at Safeway. This is a person I like and have positive feelings about, but was never particularly close to. We’re not even friends on facebook (I checked. Of course I checked). In any case, we’re passing each other in the store and say hello, and it appears to me as though she’s slowing down, so I slow down and ask her some variation on that generic “How are things?”
It occurs to me that while I actually am interested in what may or may not be going on in her life, I have had this conversation (many times) where I actually didn’t really care that much but was just asking to be nice. Most of the time I really do care (or else why ask), but I realized that she may not care what I’m doing, or want to have a conversation. She told me how she was working and going to school, which is great. I think that’s where a lot of us are at right now. I did notice a bit of defensiveness in her tone, like maybe she felt she had something to prove. I understand that. I constantly feel like I need to be able to tell people that I am out changing the world, doing something fantastic, when in reality most of us are just settling into our lives or struggling to figure out how to begin the settling process. I would say for myself that I’m somewhere in between those two options. She seemed like she was in a hurry to leave, so we went our separate ways after a brief conversation.
What really struck me was how there seemed to be an undercurrent of “don’t judge me for not having things all figured out” on both sides, really. It’s a theme I’ve noticed in a lot of conversations I have had with people in the last couple years. There are a few of us who can say that we are pretty sure that we’re right where we want to be, but it seems that for the overwhelming majority we are confused, going back to school, working at jobs that are perhaps below our capacities, or some combination of all three. OR, we’re taking a path that is not traditional, or we’ve found something that makes us happy but that you can’t quantify in a way that is simple to phrase in normative societal terms.
It doesn’t much matter to me what you’re doing, or how you’re doing it. I just hope that you’re finding some measure of happiness as we travel along in this journey together. We put the most perfect versions of ourselves out there on the web most of the time. It’s a scrubbed up and sanitized version of our lives. My life is messy. I can only imagine what other people are dealing with.
I guess the point is to be nicer to one another, to judge less, love more. It’s really easy to say, but harder to put into practice at times. One thing I can say with relative certainty is the people I knew in high school who I have reconnected with or seen again, they’ve gotten nicer. I think as life has gone on and we’ve seen it unfold, as we’ve experienced pain and heartache and loss, it has let us become nicer people. I don’t see the jadedness as much as I see the empathy. The former is out there, to be sure, but it gives me hope for the future, that maybe we’ll all stick together and make this thing a better tomorrow.
Good luck to all, and if you’re so inclined drop me a line. I would love to hear what you’ve been up to.
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