It’s funny how we lose
It's funny how we lose track of time when preoccupied. You know those days when you are working and focused intensely on a problem or project and forget to eat? ...meaning you simply worked though lunch because you didn't realize the time... or you are out with friends and it gets late without your conscious recognition because you're in conversation and having a good time. Hence the adage "time flies when you're having fun." Yeah, well that was me last night. Happy "hour" for me has been happy many hours when I've attended. I got home at ten last night. I know that's no where near my old routine, but I can't party like a rock star on a work night anymore. I'm not that guy anymore. Maybe it's age or maybe it's priorities in life, but he's long gone. My definition of a perfect evening is cuddled up with my wife in front of our fireplace with Penny, Bianca, Éclair, and Henry actually behaving. I'm tired this morning. Tired and feeling stupid for acting like a teenager last night. I've found that my big stress relief now days is photography... my outlet. People that blow off steam in the bottom of a bottle or in illicit lucidity will eventually find their fortune cookie wisdom telling them that road leads to nowhere... or, it will end them... either way, there is no longevity or peace in it for me. It's healthy for the rest of us to be reminded every now and then... of either where we've been or where we should never go. It clarifies appreciation for what's more in life. The things that are truly important. Supersized perspective. Yeah.
Speaking of supersized, I heard on NPR that the big Mc D was going to phase out the ability to supersize any of their meals under the pressure of the public eye. Apparently, regardless of what their official statement is, the media pressure concerning our factually obese society and the new Sundance film "Supersize Me" have become too much. The thing that I find ironic about this move with hopes toward public graces is that all the other major chains, admittedly smaller than the golden arches in geographic dispersion and revenue, offer a larger portion under different vernacular (Biggie Size, Whatasize, etc.), yet seem to share my opinion that Joe Public is responsible for what he jams in his mouth, not the restaurant where he chooses to dine. Let's take yet another weakness and blame it on someone else. Pass the buck... it's the American way. Kinda sucks to be lumped in with a stereotype, doesn't it?
So, I'm sure today will be full of witch hunts and inquisition after yesterday's outage. I'm going to need some serious caffeine to prepare for the onslaught. Warmest wishes to all... this weeks pendulum is mid-swing.
Jinx! (Or as they say over here, snap!)
...or is it the other way around? I don’t remember anymore.
I wish that I’d forget to eat.
A linky for Clayton: http://www.illwillpress.com/sml.html
It’d be nice one day to hear people say, “I’m fat and it’s my own fault!” or “I smoke because of my own poor choices.” or anything of the sort.
It’s definitely a systemic fault. Here in the UK, the litigation culture is only in its infancy compared to the states but seems to be directly related to the appearance of adverts that advertise “no win, no fee” claims. People are greedy and when given the opportunity to not only make money, but also avoid personal responsibility, it all spirals out of control.
It’s so sad, because now you can’t take photos of your children at their school plays, can’t find public playgrounds with play equipment because local authorities are afraid of litigation, and children can’t go on “field trips” anymore. Tragic.
You are kidding right? Specifically, I refer to this portion of this entry:
“People that blow off steam in the bottom of a bottle or in illicit lucidity will eventually find their fortune cookiewisdom telling them that road leads to nowhere… or, it will end them… either way, there is no longevity or peace in it. It’s healthy for the rest of us to be reminded every now and then… of either where we’ve been or where we should never go.”
Let me get this straight - so every swig of whiskey, line of the fun powder, or what have you or every cigarette or long night at Baker Street or out on the town means that you thoroughly reject those memories?
Nights at the wine bucket? Drinks at Woodrow’s? All that was somewhere you never needed to be? All of it some tarnished memory from some forgotten past that is wholly unworthy of the present? I know people change, but for the love of all that is holy I cannot begin to believe that you, someone who would go on about the beauty inherent in living life, would take such a staggeringly pretentious attitude with the line “it’s healthy for the rest of us...” - I’m sorry, when did the socializing crowd become inferior in your eyes? Did I miss something?
I enjoy a little vodka-tonic with my meal. I enjoy drinking a night away with Audra or Irfan or whomever. I apologize, then, in this case, for being somewhere “you never want to go” again in your life.
While I am happy you have found some new life perspective which is relevant to you, you need to remember how you got to where you are now. You met your wife at a bar while she was bartending, ergo, your relationship founded on the very stone you are so quick to criticize and wish to destroy. I am glad you picked up photography professionally. Again, you caught the bug as technology progressed and photographing lots of nights out was just not challenging enough.
Before you raise the sword of being high and mighty, rememember that no experience is worthy of being thrown away, and I, for one, will never trade a night of drinking and dancning and eating with you, Irfan, Audra, and the rest for anything else, nor will I ever, ever, classify it as something so trivial and silly that it needs to be dismissed.
If that is the case, please forgive me for stuffing those drinks down your throar back then. I never realized what a truly horrible person I was.
Who the fuck are you again?
I think your reading comprehension level needs some help. I don’t recall chastising you or your behavior. I don’t remember anything in that post about how I am not fond of any memories or have forgotten where I’ve been… speaking of, where I am and who I am today has nothing to do with a some good times at Baker Street. I certainly wouldn’t expect you to understand where I’ve been and what I’ve done to make me who I am today. If your post is defending your own behavior, don’t bother… there’s nothing wrong with the lifestyle of the social butterfly. I only was saying that my priorities have changed. No high and mighty, no condescension, no regrets… get over it and re-read the post.
Think before you open your mouth…
Drama. Just say no.
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