Is this thing on?
My last entry was March 29th, 2009. Today is March 30th, 2013. 4 years have gone by since we last left our hero...
(Note: just a collection of thoughts that may or may not tie into together)
When I was younger, I liked to think I was a deep thinking individual. I could find meaning in digging up a tree root ball. I had several tattoos, well thought out ones, each with their own meaning and purpose. I'd pick out movies to watch and later share them with friends as though I had discovered something and wanted to share with the group. I had watched movies like "Love in the time of Cholera" and found myself moved by the story. If I was a person of any real depth, I would have read the book.
Now that I'm older, I'm keenly aware of my short attention span. I suppose that's why I always preferred movies to books.
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I've always found a great deal of satisfaction in what ever work I was doing at the time. When I was younger, it made me feel important. Almost as though if I were not the one doing this thing, whatever it may be, no one would ever do it as well.
I know now, no matter how good I might be at something, some one else will always be there to do it if I don't. Maybe not as well, or with as much insight, what ever that thing maybe, but they will do it in spite of me not doing it, and in the end, as long as it's done, nothing else matters.
EVERYONE IS REPLACEABLE.
The guy with his name on the building is replaceable, then what does that ultimately mean about what ever it is that I do?
WALMART, AGE Industries, Rick's
These places I've worked at named after the people that started them.
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I still find myself watching people, studying character traits, evaluating behaviors. I wonder why that is still going on. I thought I might grow out of it.
Today, I towed a woman who blew out 2 tires on her passenger side of her car. She said she moved over to miss a car turning. I say she was tired and left the roadway. She was leaning to the side in my passenger seat, falling asleep, dressed far too young for however old she was.
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I miss my old friends. Time, distance, and career choices have crept in.
(Note: just a collection of thoughts that may or may not tie into together)
When I was younger, I liked to think I was a deep thinking individual. I could find meaning in digging up a tree root ball. I had several tattoos, well thought out ones, each with their own meaning and purpose. I'd pick out movies to watch and later share them with friends as though I had discovered something and wanted to share with the group. I had watched movies like "Love in the time of Cholera" and found myself moved by the story. If I was a person of any real depth, I would have read the book.
Now that I'm older, I'm keenly aware of my short attention span. I suppose that's why I always preferred movies to books.
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I've always found a great deal of satisfaction in what ever work I was doing at the time. When I was younger, it made me feel important. Almost as though if I were not the one doing this thing, whatever it may be, no one would ever do it as well.
I know now, no matter how good I might be at something, some one else will always be there to do it if I don't. Maybe not as well, or with as much insight, what ever that thing maybe, but they will do it in spite of me not doing it, and in the end, as long as it's done, nothing else matters.
EVERYONE IS REPLACEABLE.
The guy with his name on the building is replaceable, then what does that ultimately mean about what ever it is that I do?
WALMART, AGE Industries, Rick's
These places I've worked at named after the people that started them.
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I still find myself watching people, studying character traits, evaluating behaviors. I wonder why that is still going on. I thought I might grow out of it.
Today, I towed a woman who blew out 2 tires on her passenger side of her car. She said she moved over to miss a car turning. I say she was tired and left the roadway. She was leaning to the side in my passenger seat, falling asleep, dressed far too young for however old she was.
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I miss my old friends. Time, distance, and career choices have crept in.