Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Herpetology


My career has spanned 30 years now.  I've worked in many different offices.  I've seen so much in my time that déjà vu is a frequent experience.  I seem to be meeting the same people over and over again, though they have different names and look different.  There are far fewer types of person than there are people.  With so many examples of each type, life has trained my brain to quickly identify instances of these types.  The accuracy by which I can map new acquaintances to their proper type is uncanny.  I can see trouble coming from a mile away.

Not long ago, I correctly pegged a certain man as a lizard.  The way he dressed was certainly a clue, but such an identification takes much more than an assessment of his clothes and the way he wears them.  I can see that he spends a great deal of money on his hair.  His every word is loaded with disguised promises to fuck over everyone around him.  The hollowness of his suit proves that the suit makes the man.  He is the man the Kinks referred to as a “Dedicated Follower of Fashion.”  Confident in his sense of entitlement and authority, completely unfettered by the normal mammalian proclivity towards empathy, shallower than silver plating, and selected for his position by his closest friends, there was no doubt that this hollow man was out to kill, as psychopathic suits do kill.

Since making this identification, he has proved me spot on.  He is hated by those that actually produce and he is no more trusted than a famished snake.  His every word and email drips with his cold-blooded inability to understand those upon whom he feeds.  If he floats above, it is only because he is full of hot air.  Someday, his ego balloon will go down in flames.  Karma promises.


Friday, September 26, 2014

While I Wasn't Watching, You Died

For various reasons, I withdrew from my old friends for decades.  I'm not exactly sure why.  My life has been adventurous, but it has also been complicated and somewhere in that whirl of living my focus failed to keep an eye on many people that I loved or at least liked.

I have trouble comprehending time.  It is one of my defects.  I've written about this before.  One day, one week, one month, one year, one decade... they all seem the same to me.  My view of time is not linear.  It is more like the event horizon of a black hole, where the image of everything that has passed into the hole is forever frozen in space/time.  The whole past is just yesterday.  Given this, I lack the sense of urgency over how long ago I last saw someone and when I see them again, aside from the physical changes that time has wrought, I see the same person as if no time has passed.  It is debilitating in some ways, for every passed injury feels like it happened yesterday, not years ago.  That makes it harder to move on from things that did not go right.  I have compensated for this by becoming more detached in general, learning to quickly and immediately let everything go, much in the way Buddhism teaches unattachment.

Recently, becoming increasing aware of my own mortality, I decided to find those people I love but haven't seen for many years.  I already knew that my first girlfriend had passed back in 1991.  I still miss her and love her and always will.  I looked up several other women I loved, and to my horror I found that they had passed on several years ago.  I cried when I found out that Maria D., a romantic interest in college, had died of cancer in her forties.  Though I had not seen her since 1985, I always saw the world as a place that contained her wonder and beauty.  Knowing that she was now gone deflated my world some.  I then looked for another that I had a crush on in High School.  She too died in her forties, also of cancer.  I began to fear looking back into the past and finding people.  Three women I had cared for are dead, long before their time.  With the loss of each one, the world I love seems less what it was.

I also looked for my male friends.  My best friend Paul is still alive and I had the pleasure of visiting him last weekend.  A mutual friend of ours, Carmen, died just a few months ago.  My Father died last year.

I visited my first girlfriend's mother to help the two of us remember her daughter's life.  She shared with me photos of my first girlfriend and I scanned them.  I read with her my diary from the time I first met and fell in love with her daughter.  I had written poems about her.  I had notes from our phone calls.  I showed her a dimension of her daughter that she never experienced herself.  I felt as if this lost beloved was with us a moment.  I also very much enjoyed letting her mother know that her daughter is remembered as well as having the opportunity to fill some of the loneliness in the mother's life, even if only for an evening.

Life is short.  Every life is precious.  I will take the time to let those still with us know how much I love them.


This song and video remind me of her.

The Fall

Life is like falling from one hundred million miles above. It starts out slow and the destination seems so far away that it is easy to believe you will never arrive, but the descent accelerates all the way to the end, as the Earth looms ever larger, until it is no longer the Earth, but a continent, and then a field, and then a hole in the ground. In those final fleeting seconds, the whole thing begins to make sense, but by the time it does, it's over.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Awesome Road Trip

10,000 miles... I enjoyed the company of people I love, scattered across North America.


Shepard Smith, I strongly urge you to follow in Robin William's foot steps.

The title says it all.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

People I should be thankful to... Part 1

Some people encountered in life are unethical, immoral, and flat-out sleazy; but even they can bring about changes that are beneficial and even essential to happiness.  This post is dedicated to them.

I had a lot of loser friends in High School.  This was so because I was awkward and therefore not among the popular ones.  One or two of my friends were truly good people.  Paul H. comes to mind.  However, most were not.

Of my High School friends, one stands out as the biggest loser of them all.  I say this not in reference to how his life turned out.  As best I can tell, it turned out well.  In a society where sleaze, greed, duplicity, backstabbing, and shallowness pay off, a person like Jim C. is likely to do well.  Don't get me wrong, he didn't do spectacularly well, but he did OK for a person of less than impressive intelligence and a complete lack of understanding of anything worth knowing.  Jim, as you might have guessed, is a banker.  Bankers are only marginally intelligent people.  They create nothing.  They contribute in no way to the world.  They are nothing more than parasites, not unlike tapeworms.

I don't intend to go into great detail about Jim, especially his negative qualities (which are pretty much all he has).  I am writing this to thank him.  You see, Jim saved me from marrying an unintelligent sociopath.  He did this by giving me bad advice.  Jim was determined to steal my fiancee away from me, back in 1982.  He fed me lots of bad relationship advice while secretly convincing my fiancee that he was trying to help her relationship with me.  When she wanted me to give her more breathing room, he told me she wanted me to give her more attention.  When she wanted me to go slower, and told him this, he told me that when women say “No” they mean “Yes” (I'm not kidding about this).  He had his sister, a friend of my fiancee, pump lies and disparaging remarks to my fiancee.  By following his advice, I broke her heart, she dumped me and then he took her away from me.  Along the way I should have known what he was up to, but I have never been good at detecting false friends.  I did not realize just how much he played us until I spoke with my ex-fiance many years later.  Her view of me and my intentions were 180 degrees off, thanks to his brainwashing.  She even came to believe I was many years older than her when I was not, in fact I am younger than Jim.  She came to believe I was from Texas when I was from her neighboring town.  How she went from knowing my age and origin to having false beliefs about such basic things is beyond me.  However, in that conversation with her, I also found that she had a shallow understanding of religion, that she was anti-intellectual, and that she bought the deceptions of this false friend wholesale.  Had I stayed with her, I might have ended up married to her.  He saved me from a life of being chained to an unintelligent woman with anger issues.  Thanks Jim.  I owe you.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Spring Cleaning

Throwing lots of useless shit away and getting exercise via frequent trips to the dumpster.  I need more space in my home... too many useless items crowding up the place!