Dullest ever?
My life has been pretty…mundane lately. I mean, it usually is mundane and I never, never dis downtime, but even for me, things are a bit gray. Let’s see. All of the (relatively) new staff were conscripted into attending a seminar on action research. Snore. Listen, to me, research is like vegetables. Vitamins, minerals, fiber, blah blah blah, I get it, they’re good for me. But do they have to taste so darn freakin’ bad? My mind wandered off after like the first fifteen minutes. I got to thinking instead about what I’d really like to have for lunch. Yes, I was hungry. We had a coffee break and I grabbed this burger-like thing (and I stress the like part). I took a bite and promptly made a face. It was GROSS. Some kinda weird mix between Sloppy Joe and cafeteria ham. Just how bad was it? What I thought was a pickle turned out to be just a gnarly piece of cucumber. Yeah. Sometimes, even the little things let you down. Course, lunch rolled around and my appetite was essentially dead, which is a rare occurrence for me. I worked on my section of a new in-house textbook. It’s not coming along as well as I’d like it to and the deadline is fast approaching. Suffering from lack of stimulating reading material. The last book I bought was…well, I can’t remember, but nowadays, when I need a break, I end up streaming the latest episode of Eli Stone (fantastic show, by the way, highly recommended) because everything else I love is on hiatus. This is my life. Not at all reality television worthy.
Final thought: I think this was my dullest entry ever.
Fight or flight?
Final thought: Let's get back to work.
I am the apple
I never went through a teen rebellion phase. I never needed one. Why is it that teens get so freaked out about turning into their parents? Is that even possible? Your parents are of a completely different generation – their personalities were shaped by different life circumstances and different opportunities. Those factors will never be replicated in your own life, so why on Earth would you think you’d become them? My parents are my role models. Sure, they have their flaws, but they’re only human (as am I). My father is the hardest-working, most non-complaining man you will ever meet and if I end up even half as diligent as he, I’ll be able to conquer my little corner of the world easily. My mother is the most optimistic person in the world; she’ll smile at anything and her sense of humor, though a bit inane at times, really endears her to people. It’s because of her I try and face everything with a smile (emphasis on try). I honestly think that if your folks are not a) psychotic ax murderers or b) sexually deviant abusers or c) any combination of those first two, then is it so bad to end up like them? I guess it’s a personal matter, but as for me, I’m happy when people tell me I’m like my mom or my dad, or both. I can think of worse people to be compared to.
Final thought: The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, but the soil is different.