Saturday, October 01, 2011

Making Time Fly

Time flies. It's up to you to be the navigator.
 - Robert Orben


I guess sometimes when look back, and take a few snippets out of our drunken logs of the past, they can be funny. And, we might even learn from them, or at least get a laugh out of the stupid things we did.

I was arguing with my girlfriend, trying to get her to stay longer, and forget about some of her responsibilities. IE, to relieve her mom from baby sitting duties.  She kept looking at the clock. So I decided to make time fly, and tossed my clock radio out the 2nd story window and into a drainage ditch full of water.

DOH!

1: It didn't stop her from going.
2: I ruined a perfectly good clock radio.
3: Telling the boss you were late because you made time fly, by tossing your clock out the window because you were pissed at your girlfriend didn't garner any sympathy either...


Today's lesson? 
I don't have a pilot's licence, so I'll stop trying to make time fly. 


Thursday, September 29, 2011

Fear is Sticky

Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy.
- Norman Vincent Peale

Fear is one of the things that motivates us, and I don't mean just the collection of recovering drunks or addicts that I know and car about.  Fear seems to be the biggest motivator killer known to man. Fear of the unknown seems to be the thing that makes my feet (or seat) stay stuck. Yours too? 

I never really thought of fear as being sticky. I thought it was scary. But really, it's more sticky then it is scary.

Think about it. Fear keeps us stuck where we are. Remember those dreams where we can't run? We're moving in slow motion and the boogeyman is going to get us. We can't move. We're stuck. See?  Sticky.  Fear is Sticky. 

So does this mean that I need a good dose of lard to get my but moving?  I don't know, but maybe I won't be upset the next time someone calls me a lard ass, I'll take it as a compliment that I'm a super hero getting one over on that monster called fear. 


Today I'm confident that I can get unstuckerd from fear, I'm a super lard man! 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

It's about perceptions...


I'm keeping it simple today... 

Thanks to Nina for the picture.

Monday, September 26, 2011

"Thinking" Inside the Music Box

Well, it's tough to be somebody, And it's hard not to fall apart
Up here on Rehab Mountain, We gonna learn these things by heart 
-  Warren Zevon - Detox Mansion

I think that what makes me interesting is my gift, and my curse. I've not been medically diagnosed with ADHD, but I fit that "profile".  I think outside the box, and wonder a lot of "What Ifs?".  The trick to keep myself from going crazy is to not to obsess on these things. Sometimes Music is a good distraction. Meditating while driving is NOT a good option. :P 

Music can sooth our souls. I can enjoy a few minuets out of my own head and lost in some music. I sometimes zero in on the bass line, or the drums, or try to pick out a single guitar to focus on as the song progresses. 
After all, "We are Not a Glum Lot"..

You can Grab a free and Legit Copy of Warren Zevon music here: Internet Archive.org

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Did You Pee on an Electric Fence?

There are three kinds of men:  The ones that learn by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves.
- Will Rogers

I think that what Will is talking about is the fence that surrounds the School of Hard Knocks.  I know that with all of the educational martial that was thrown at me when I was growing up, trying to convince me that Drugs and Alcohol would mess up your life, didn't seem to make much of an impression on me. I knew that I'd be smarter then them, and get out of it before I was just another statistic.

And really, I did fairly well. More or less, maybe, for a few years.  Until I look back on my actions, and saw how many of my choices were made due to my wanting to be able to grab a drink at the end of the day. How much of my time and money was wasted?  Plenty.

But when one finds themselves walking with a 12 pack under their arms, thinking that other people will be lucky, because they'll be sober, or not hung over later. One's conversation with the committee in our head gets serious.
It's kind of nice not to pee on an electric fence anymore. I can walk in a straight line.