Calloused hands?
Have you ever had someone hold a mirror up to you?
Let me tell you, its humbling.
I'm no idiot, and I don't speak in such open terms that you can read half of what I write without your cereal-box prize decoder ring(tm), so, look a little deeper. My meaning is both literal and ethereal. Just like life. Firm, tangible, 5 ways about us, and in a blink all evaporated into the ghost of what we are waking up to.
With calloused hands I handle the world. With sunglasses, I view it. With headphones I listen to it. I smother everything in bbq sauce (its fucking delicious!), so, all I do is smell the world for what it is. (Korea has above ground sewage or shallow sewers or something... it definitely has its own stench; it's not all that bad though).
It's just amazing how life unfolds itself.
I'll just spell this one out.
I've had a few arguments with Jessica about how I communicate (poorly) how when people talk to me I'm just inclined to rattle off potential solutions. That doesn't solve everything and, most importantly, it isn't what people always want.
So, I toss out there in a few prayers for guidance on the matter after our last big fight (a few days ago) then this happens:
This whole week I've been arguing with my boss, bad. Almost got disciplinary actions out of it. Today we sit down and try to talk it out. I say "hey man, I'm just blunt, and I'm just trying to cut to the chase" and he interrupts me with "yeah me too. That's why I don't let you or anyone else finish, because I already know how to fix the problem about 95% of the time"
I paused, thought it over, and for the sake of work just agreed with him to end the conversation. There is likely no changing him on my account. That isn't the point though, the point is that I am left with this question;
So, am I the same as this man? Do I make others get as frustrated in their dealings with me as I do with him?
Makes a whole lot of sense... a whole lot.
I got that guidance in a way that I can take and use. I feel pretty lucky right now and wanted to share with everyone (who even reads this anymore).
On a different note, I keep having disturbing dreams about one of my ex's out of the blue. Really creepy.
Lastly, for a positive musing:
"Why is it that when I was a kid I was almost always happy?" Well, all I'd do is spend time with my friends, run around and play whatever we could outside, then play games inside, hangout as much as possible, and eat whatever Mom made me. (Mom mostly made me eat pretty healthy).
What did I do today? I hung out with a friend of mine here. We went to the gym and worked out, and when I went home to eat, I made two Peanut Butter and Jelly sammiches. Life can be this simple sometimes.
Why was I happy as a kid? Life was easy! That and PB+J always make me happy! Oddly...
Let me tell you, its humbling.
I'm no idiot, and I don't speak in such open terms that you can read half of what I write without your cereal-box prize decoder ring(tm), so, look a little deeper. My meaning is both literal and ethereal. Just like life. Firm, tangible, 5 ways about us, and in a blink all evaporated into the ghost of what we are waking up to.
With calloused hands I handle the world. With sunglasses, I view it. With headphones I listen to it. I smother everything in bbq sauce (its fucking delicious!), so, all I do is smell the world for what it is. (Korea has above ground sewage or shallow sewers or something... it definitely has its own stench; it's not all that bad though).
It's just amazing how life unfolds itself.
I'll just spell this one out.
I've had a few arguments with Jessica about how I communicate (poorly) how when people talk to me I'm just inclined to rattle off potential solutions. That doesn't solve everything and, most importantly, it isn't what people always want.
So, I toss out there in a few prayers for guidance on the matter after our last big fight (a few days ago) then this happens:
This whole week I've been arguing with my boss, bad. Almost got disciplinary actions out of it. Today we sit down and try to talk it out. I say "hey man, I'm just blunt, and I'm just trying to cut to the chase" and he interrupts me with "yeah me too. That's why I don't let you or anyone else finish, because I already know how to fix the problem about 95% of the time"
I paused, thought it over, and for the sake of work just agreed with him to end the conversation. There is likely no changing him on my account. That isn't the point though, the point is that I am left with this question;
So, am I the same as this man? Do I make others get as frustrated in their dealings with me as I do with him?
Makes a whole lot of sense... a whole lot.
I got that guidance in a way that I can take and use. I feel pretty lucky right now and wanted to share with everyone (who even reads this anymore).
On a different note, I keep having disturbing dreams about one of my ex's out of the blue. Really creepy.
Lastly, for a positive musing:
"Why is it that when I was a kid I was almost always happy?" Well, all I'd do is spend time with my friends, run around and play whatever we could outside, then play games inside, hangout as much as possible, and eat whatever Mom made me. (Mom mostly made me eat pretty healthy).
What did I do today? I hung out with a friend of mine here. We went to the gym and worked out, and when I went home to eat, I made two Peanut Butter and Jelly sammiches. Life can be this simple sometimes.
Why was I happy as a kid? Life was easy! That and PB+J always make me happy! Oddly...