I don't have poor taste in women at all. Actually, I have PHENOMENAL taste in women over the past few years.
The problem is, the amazing ones I'm interested in aren't available. Which leads to me settling for the crazy ones that are available.
Like, lately, there's this girl at work (Whom I shall call Beatrice, even tho that isn't her name). She's nice, she's cute, she has a fantastic smile, she has a boyfriend, she's easy to talk to. Too bad she's not single.
So instead I find myself talking to crazy women all the time. Wtf mate.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
On Friendship
I love my friends. I really do, all of them. Bust most of all, I love that none of the friends I currently hang out with were friends I knew in high school. Actually, Panda is the only one I had even MET while I was in high school. The rest all came later. Sure, I still talk to some people from high school, and I'm friendly with them, but I don't really spend time with them.
In high school, I went from being a quiet, introverted, nerdy, artistic, unsure kid to a outspoken, intro/extroverted, nerdy, artistic, confident man. Part of it I attribute to working at the movie theater, if only because it forced me to be more social on a regular basis. When I got hired there, I didn't know any of my coworkers, even the ones who went to my school. Not a single one of them. And, honestly, I was pretty pissed off when my friends from school started applying to work with me.
Work was my place to unwind, be me, and grow into who I am today. And those assholes ruined it.
I was never a huge fan of some of the things kids I went to school with did. I was never a smoker (and, to this day, have never smoked anything in my life). I was never a drinker, at least until I turned 21, and even now I rarely drink. Drugs were never my thing. I didn't get off on doing off the wall, batshit crazy things just to get a shocked look out of someone. And I wasn't into yelling nonsense just for the sake of being loud. It's not me, never was. I got along with these people, but in retrospect I didn't see them as friends. I could understand them, but none of them every really understood me, or made a noticable effort to try. Luckily, I was able to delude myself into thinking they did.
My friends now, on the other hand, all have similar interests to me. They genuinely understand who I am, and how I am, and for the most part, why I am. They know I'm in a bad mood at a first glance, even if it's not obvious to me. They know when I'm happy, and they know when I'm struggling to grasp something.
Now it's story time.
When I was 19, I had an epiphany while at work one day. I'm fairly certain I was 19, at least, although I may have been 18. Irrelevent, I suppose. Anyway. at the time, I was a projectionist (that person who starts your movies), and it was before digital went big, so we actually had film, and platters, and all that fun stuff. So, after a rather solid night of running my projection booth, getting everything started on time, etc., I get called into the head manager's office. It was around an hour after we had closed, so this was a bit unusual (I helped with closing out registers sometimes, but that was usually 5-10 minutes after closing). So anyway, I get there, and go through a torturous lecture about how I was starting movies too early, or too late, or just not when they wanted me to, making it so our ushers couldn't clean the theaters between showings. Basically saying that we had many many people sitting in filth, and that it was all my fault. The ushers told them this. My friends. Told my boss that they weren't able to do their jobs, because I was goofing off all night instead of doing my own work.
Here's the thing about that. It was a flat out lie. The usher staff rarely cleaned out the theaters as thoroughly as they should have, and for weeks they were just as filthy as they were that night (which, by the way, was a Friday or Saturday, so lots of people). The managers confronted them, and they knew I was working, so it was easier to throw me under the bus than take the blame for their own mistakes and work harder to fix it. I explained to the manager that my movies all started at their scheduled times, and that they may run over or under the "estimated" time due to advertisements and trailers and whatnot. I pointed out that something like half of the movies showing were new, so the times may be wrong anyway.
And then I made a list for them. See, I knew the ushers and what they really did with their time. And I am a vengeful man when provoked. If I make a mistake, call me out on it, sure. But don't put my job in jeopardy and make me like incompetent because someone calls out your lacking work ethic. So anyway, I made this list. Of everything that was going on that they weren't seeing, and what kind of impact it was having. I even let them know that I had participated in some of these things, and was just as at fault during my tenure as an usher as the rest. Not cleaning theaters, intentionally breaking equipment and supplies (did you know that some of the bulbs used in movie theaters cost several hundred dollars each?), leaving in the middle of their shift for a few hours (on the clock) to get drunk/high/laid... All that fun stuff.
So I was the bad guy. Fine. Whatever. Did I overreact? Possibly. But to me it wasn't even JUST that I was getting my head bitten off over something I didn't do. It was that these people, who were supposed to be my friends, were the ones responsible. I don't take well to betrayal. I didn't regret my response then, and I don't regret it now. Why? Because I have friends now that will actually back me up, even when I'm wrong (although they'll also call me out on it). I got out of there, have a better job now, and a better life, while some of them are still doing the same thing they were 7+ years ago.
I guess what it boils down to is... Haters gonna hate.
In high school, I went from being a quiet, introverted, nerdy, artistic, unsure kid to a outspoken, intro/extroverted, nerdy, artistic, confident man. Part of it I attribute to working at the movie theater, if only because it forced me to be more social on a regular basis. When I got hired there, I didn't know any of my coworkers, even the ones who went to my school. Not a single one of them. And, honestly, I was pretty pissed off when my friends from school started applying to work with me.
Work was my place to unwind, be me, and grow into who I am today. And those assholes ruined it.
I was never a huge fan of some of the things kids I went to school with did. I was never a smoker (and, to this day, have never smoked anything in my life). I was never a drinker, at least until I turned 21, and even now I rarely drink. Drugs were never my thing. I didn't get off on doing off the wall, batshit crazy things just to get a shocked look out of someone. And I wasn't into yelling nonsense just for the sake of being loud. It's not me, never was. I got along with these people, but in retrospect I didn't see them as friends. I could understand them, but none of them every really understood me, or made a noticable effort to try. Luckily, I was able to delude myself into thinking they did.
My friends now, on the other hand, all have similar interests to me. They genuinely understand who I am, and how I am, and for the most part, why I am. They know I'm in a bad mood at a first glance, even if it's not obvious to me. They know when I'm happy, and they know when I'm struggling to grasp something.
Now it's story time.
When I was 19, I had an epiphany while at work one day. I'm fairly certain I was 19, at least, although I may have been 18. Irrelevent, I suppose. Anyway. at the time, I was a projectionist (that person who starts your movies), and it was before digital went big, so we actually had film, and platters, and all that fun stuff. So, after a rather solid night of running my projection booth, getting everything started on time, etc., I get called into the head manager's office. It was around an hour after we had closed, so this was a bit unusual (I helped with closing out registers sometimes, but that was usually 5-10 minutes after closing). So anyway, I get there, and go through a torturous lecture about how I was starting movies too early, or too late, or just not when they wanted me to, making it so our ushers couldn't clean the theaters between showings. Basically saying that we had many many people sitting in filth, and that it was all my fault. The ushers told them this. My friends. Told my boss that they weren't able to do their jobs, because I was goofing off all night instead of doing my own work.
Here's the thing about that. It was a flat out lie. The usher staff rarely cleaned out the theaters as thoroughly as they should have, and for weeks they were just as filthy as they were that night (which, by the way, was a Friday or Saturday, so lots of people). The managers confronted them, and they knew I was working, so it was easier to throw me under the bus than take the blame for their own mistakes and work harder to fix it. I explained to the manager that my movies all started at their scheduled times, and that they may run over or under the "estimated" time due to advertisements and trailers and whatnot. I pointed out that something like half of the movies showing were new, so the times may be wrong anyway.
And then I made a list for them. See, I knew the ushers and what they really did with their time. And I am a vengeful man when provoked. If I make a mistake, call me out on it, sure. But don't put my job in jeopardy and make me like incompetent because someone calls out your lacking work ethic. So anyway, I made this list. Of everything that was going on that they weren't seeing, and what kind of impact it was having. I even let them know that I had participated in some of these things, and was just as at fault during my tenure as an usher as the rest. Not cleaning theaters, intentionally breaking equipment and supplies (did you know that some of the bulbs used in movie theaters cost several hundred dollars each?), leaving in the middle of their shift for a few hours (on the clock) to get drunk/high/laid... All that fun stuff.
So I was the bad guy. Fine. Whatever. Did I overreact? Possibly. But to me it wasn't even JUST that I was getting my head bitten off over something I didn't do. It was that these people, who were supposed to be my friends, were the ones responsible. I don't take well to betrayal. I didn't regret my response then, and I don't regret it now. Why? Because I have friends now that will actually back me up, even when I'm wrong (although they'll also call me out on it). I got out of there, have a better job now, and a better life, while some of them are still doing the same thing they were 7+ years ago.
I guess what it boils down to is... Haters gonna hate.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Cynical? Perhaps.
There's a woman at work, who used to be in my department. Well, not like.. a member of my department. Just always IN it, like, physically present in the room in which I happen to work. This is odd, because the room (at that time it was our old room) is secure access. She worked for my boss' boss, so I guess that gave her access to come hang out with us and set up contests and whatnot (we really only had 1, but it's the only one we've had in the 5 years I've had this job).
So anyway, she got to know us all pretty well. How we handled calls to the help desk, how we dealt with supervisors, and our general personalities. Apparently I'm the "cynical" one.
Strangely enough, I didn't know this until earlier this week, some 4 and a half years or so later.
I'll admit, I'm a bit of a pessimist at work. I doubt the honesty of people in other departments, as well as their understanding of what we, as a business, are responsible for. I'm in a position to look at things globally, and put the business before individual teams of associates, and all that jazz. All they care about are their own stats, their own associates, etc. Which is fine, really, because you need to look out for number 1, I just don't have any of those concerns. But the reason I get annoyed with them? Because the stuff they do isn't even related to the business half the time. They take people off the phone to sit at their desk and listen to music and talk about random crap. They'll schedule an hour long meeting to send someone to a store to buy streamers. Or to eat cake. I'm not exagerrating, by the way, I've had someone schedule an hour long meeting just to have their associate eat cake. Really? You're at WORK. Act like it. Having fun is great and all, but not when we're close to completely missing our contractual goals with our clients. I don't think the stockholders, CEOs, vice presidents, etc would like to know we just paid out millions in fines and penalties so you could eat pie and talk about that actor/rapper/model/pair of shoes for an hour or so. It hasn't happened yet, because my group and I are amazing, but we've been getting closer and closer.
Well, I guess I am a bit cynical. But only because other people make my job much more stressful on a daily basis.
So anyway, she got to know us all pretty well. How we handled calls to the help desk, how we dealt with supervisors, and our general personalities. Apparently I'm the "cynical" one.
Strangely enough, I didn't know this until earlier this week, some 4 and a half years or so later.
I'll admit, I'm a bit of a pessimist at work. I doubt the honesty of people in other departments, as well as their understanding of what we, as a business, are responsible for. I'm in a position to look at things globally, and put the business before individual teams of associates, and all that jazz. All they care about are their own stats, their own associates, etc. Which is fine, really, because you need to look out for number 1, I just don't have any of those concerns. But the reason I get annoyed with them? Because the stuff they do isn't even related to the business half the time. They take people off the phone to sit at their desk and listen to music and talk about random crap. They'll schedule an hour long meeting to send someone to a store to buy streamers. Or to eat cake. I'm not exagerrating, by the way, I've had someone schedule an hour long meeting just to have their associate eat cake. Really? You're at WORK. Act like it. Having fun is great and all, but not when we're close to completely missing our contractual goals with our clients. I don't think the stockholders, CEOs, vice presidents, etc would like to know we just paid out millions in fines and penalties so you could eat pie and talk about that actor/rapper/model/pair of shoes for an hour or so. It hasn't happened yet, because my group and I are amazing, but we've been getting closer and closer.
Well, I guess I am a bit cynical. But only because other people make my job much more stressful on a daily basis.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Ho Hum
Not much to write...
Been working those happy fun time 50-hour-or-more weeks. Slowly and surely burning myself off so that I can save up more money, and not continue this pattern when we have full staffing again.
Got my new slim 360 (the old one broke too much), and with it, Netflix. I'm addicted to it.
I move three weeks from Saturday! (9/25)
Karen Gillan and the woman who plays Carla on Scrubs are my current celebrity crushes.
That's about all I've got.
Been working those happy fun time 50-hour-or-more weeks. Slowly and surely burning myself off so that I can save up more money, and not continue this pattern when we have full staffing again.
Got my new slim 360 (the old one broke too much), and with it, Netflix. I'm addicted to it.
I move three weeks from Saturday! (9/25)
Karen Gillan and the woman who plays Carla on Scrubs are my current celebrity crushes.
That's about all I've got.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Hateasaurus Rex.
I don't normally consider myself a "hateful" person. Apparently I am, which I can understand as an objective observer. It actually led to a humorous exchange between Tavish and I, with him finding new and exciting ways to tell me I'm filled with hate.
I'm not filled with hate, so much as contempt for stupidity. I'm actually very nice and pleasant until I'm confronted with stupidity.
Which means I'm normally very pleasant until I either get on facebook or go to work. Facebook isn't really bad, in and of itself, unless I see a status update from one of 5 people, two of whom I'm related to. And that just makes me more hateful. Like saying "I didn't know there was a difference between turkey and ham"... Really. They taste different. They come from different animals. They LOOK different. And most importantly... THEY HAVE DIFFERENT NAMES. /facepalm. And this isn't just a family member, this is a sibling. Wtf.
My friends used to wonder why I don't like going to family get together things on my dad's side of the family. And then they saw things my little sister put on facebook. That's not the main reason, of course, but it was more than enough for them to switch from "Whatever" to "Oh man... I understand now"
WoW also makes me hateful, but I rarely play now, and come next week may just forget all about it because Starcraft 2 is finally hitting shelves. Instead I've been taking the time to finish off different console games.
I had a big presentation at work on Monday, where I was basically told great job, now scrap it and do this instead. Then a meeting yesterday with our Associate Engagement Committee (of which I guess I'm a part), and a roundtable discussion today with our COO, a bunch of execs, and like 8 people who work on the floor. It was almost pointless for us to attend, because none of the discussion involved my department at all. But eh.
I'm not filled with hate, so much as contempt for stupidity. I'm actually very nice and pleasant until I'm confronted with stupidity.
Which means I'm normally very pleasant until I either get on facebook or go to work. Facebook isn't really bad, in and of itself, unless I see a status update from one of 5 people, two of whom I'm related to. And that just makes me more hateful. Like saying "I didn't know there was a difference between turkey and ham"... Really. They taste different. They come from different animals. They LOOK different. And most importantly... THEY HAVE DIFFERENT NAMES. /facepalm. And this isn't just a family member, this is a sibling. Wtf.
My friends used to wonder why I don't like going to family get together things on my dad's side of the family. And then they saw things my little sister put on facebook. That's not the main reason, of course, but it was more than enough for them to switch from "Whatever" to "Oh man... I understand now"
WoW also makes me hateful, but I rarely play now, and come next week may just forget all about it because Starcraft 2 is finally hitting shelves. Instead I've been taking the time to finish off different console games.
I had a big presentation at work on Monday, where I was basically told great job, now scrap it and do this instead. Then a meeting yesterday with our Associate Engagement Committee (of which I guess I'm a part), and a roundtable discussion today with our COO, a bunch of execs, and like 8 people who work on the floor. It was almost pointless for us to attend, because none of the discussion involved my department at all. But eh.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Bleep bloop bleep
So I've been on a kick recently of actually beating my games. This is unusual, as since I've started having the income to buy games as I want them, I rarely take the time to beat any... I'll play a game until I get a new one, and then it just kind of falls by the wayside. BUT! I sat down and beat Resistance, Resistance 2, Assassin's Creed 2, Prototype, and Dead Space recently. And I'm at the end of 3D Dot Game Heroes... Yeahhhh.
So I'm on day 9 in a row at work. Something like 28 hours of overtime. Then next week, looking at one or two more places with Tav, Verge, and Levi, and if we don't like either of those, just getting on the waiting list for The Cove. Cheaper rent, better maintenance staff, more friendly people in general... AND I won't have a landlord that tries to screw me over, and lets serious problems with the property go unfixed.
Speaking of. So my front step has never been situated right. At first it shifted side to side, now it's just sunk. This ended up allowing alot of moisture to get into the foundation, made clear by mildew and mold in the basement directly under the front step. It wasn't until an insurance guy came out for an unrelated water damage issue (in the roof and walls, due to ice damming) that it was "fixed". Note the quotations.
Proper fix = Make sure the foundation is weather sealed, level the ground around, replace the step, ensure it is properly situated with the house and is steady.
The Lewis Fix = Have maintenace guy and friends shatter the old step at 8am when your tennants were both at work til 1am the night before. Use sledgehammers, etc, be loud about it. Do not check foundation, thats a waste of money. Do not fill in the void left by step, thats a waste of money. Build a new, wooden step that clashes horribly with not only the house, but the remaining concrete steps. Use this step to conceal the remains of the old step, the sunken dirt showing the foundation, and the boards where rotting is starting to occur below the door. Make sure the step is almost flush with the door, so that people feel really tall when they stand on it.
And then, say you need to bring an appraiser by to look at the house so you can file an insurance claim... Disregard that for the claim you say you're filing, a home appraiser is unnecessary. Do everything you can to conceal from your tenants that you're trying to sell the property. Also, realized recently that the "huge discount" I was getting on rent is really only like 25 bucks a month. Yeah... 25 off 825 isn't that great of a deal for a place that is falling apart at the seams because you don't want to pay for basic, necessary work, that's your responsibility to cover.
So, current plan, Tavish and I want to get moved out by September. Neither of us has signed a lease for this place since I moved in, and that was only for 12 months, so we're not exactly legally bound to be there. And, even if they tried to say we were, besides busting out that it's false documentation, I could point out the health and safety risks that come from the poor care of the property, unrelated to any damage we may have caused.
I'm looking forward to moving back into an apartment, with an office, and a maintenance STAFF instead of just one guy for 50+ properties.
www.cooperlakes.com is the place we're probably going to end up at
So I'm on day 9 in a row at work. Something like 28 hours of overtime. Then next week, looking at one or two more places with Tav, Verge, and Levi, and if we don't like either of those, just getting on the waiting list for The Cove. Cheaper rent, better maintenance staff, more friendly people in general... AND I won't have a landlord that tries to screw me over, and lets serious problems with the property go unfixed.
Speaking of. So my front step has never been situated right. At first it shifted side to side, now it's just sunk. This ended up allowing alot of moisture to get into the foundation, made clear by mildew and mold in the basement directly under the front step. It wasn't until an insurance guy came out for an unrelated water damage issue (in the roof and walls, due to ice damming) that it was "fixed". Note the quotations.
Proper fix = Make sure the foundation is weather sealed, level the ground around, replace the step, ensure it is properly situated with the house and is steady.
The Lewis Fix = Have maintenace guy and friends shatter the old step at 8am when your tennants were both at work til 1am the night before. Use sledgehammers, etc, be loud about it. Do not check foundation, thats a waste of money. Do not fill in the void left by step, thats a waste of money. Build a new, wooden step that clashes horribly with not only the house, but the remaining concrete steps. Use this step to conceal the remains of the old step, the sunken dirt showing the foundation, and the boards where rotting is starting to occur below the door. Make sure the step is almost flush with the door, so that people feel really tall when they stand on it.
And then, say you need to bring an appraiser by to look at the house so you can file an insurance claim... Disregard that for the claim you say you're filing, a home appraiser is unnecessary. Do everything you can to conceal from your tenants that you're trying to sell the property. Also, realized recently that the "huge discount" I was getting on rent is really only like 25 bucks a month. Yeah... 25 off 825 isn't that great of a deal for a place that is falling apart at the seams because you don't want to pay for basic, necessary work, that's your responsibility to cover.
So, current plan, Tavish and I want to get moved out by September. Neither of us has signed a lease for this place since I moved in, and that was only for 12 months, so we're not exactly legally bound to be there. And, even if they tried to say we were, besides busting out that it's false documentation, I could point out the health and safety risks that come from the poor care of the property, unrelated to any damage we may have caused.
I'm looking forward to moving back into an apartment, with an office, and a maintenance STAFF instead of just one guy for 50+ properties.
www.cooperlakes.com is the place we're probably going to end up at
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Umm
I think a supervisor at one of our call centers is trying to facebook stalk me? And it's one of the ones I've NEVER MET. Creepy.
Just three more days of work until I have 8 days off!
Just three more days of work until I have 8 days off!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Recently...
Ramona doesn't want to date anyone til she leaves for med school, so yeah. Good for her, though.
Red velvet cake is delicious.
Darksiders was an amazing game, reminded me very much of Zelda, and the ending was very fitting. Now on to [Prototype] and White Knight Chronicles.
My car has no weight, and as such I can slide over 50% of the way to work.
Red is a good band.
3 of my potential out-of-country jobs haven't panned out, tho I have an interview with the last.
Outpost is the best, creepiest zombie movie I have ever seen. Nazi experiments during WWII lead to an army of the undead that's out of sync with the rest of the world, slipping in and out of existence. They don't eat you though, oh no. These are not normal zombies. They torture and kill like the Nazi black-ops soldiers they were in life. There's a scene where the have a captured American merc out in the woods, and nail metal spikes into him before pushing a bullet through his eye. PUSHING. With their HAND.
Planet Hulk was good too. The Marvel animated features are consistently good, and each is better than the previous in some way. The exception is Iron Man, which was good, but kinda bleh in comparison to the others (Ultimate Avengers 1/2, Next Avengers, Dr. Strange, and Hulk Vs.). REALLY looking forward to Thor.
Red velvet cake is delicious.
Darksiders was an amazing game, reminded me very much of Zelda, and the ending was very fitting. Now on to [Prototype] and White Knight Chronicles.
My car has no weight, and as such I can slide over 50% of the way to work.
Red is a good band.
3 of my potential out-of-country jobs haven't panned out, tho I have an interview with the last.
Outpost is the best, creepiest zombie movie I have ever seen. Nazi experiments during WWII lead to an army of the undead that's out of sync with the rest of the world, slipping in and out of existence. They don't eat you though, oh no. These are not normal zombies. They torture and kill like the Nazi black-ops soldiers they were in life. There's a scene where the have a captured American merc out in the woods, and nail metal spikes into him before pushing a bullet through his eye. PUSHING. With their HAND.
Planet Hulk was good too. The Marvel animated features are consistently good, and each is better than the previous in some way. The exception is Iron Man, which was good, but kinda bleh in comparison to the others (Ultimate Avengers 1/2, Next Avengers, Dr. Strange, and Hulk Vs.). REALLY looking forward to Thor.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I have escaped the bitter taste of you
So Pandora is pretty much the coolest thing that I knew about and never used.
It works like this (at least in my case)... I downloaded an app onto my new phone (technically a "widget")... I put it on one of the like SEVEN PAGES of things available (full customization of what appears on each page), and then I run it. Set up an account, then it asked me who one of my favorite bands was. I put in Breaking Benjamin, so it started off with "Until The End" (great song btw).... Then it started playing a song by Three Days Grace. Then Cold. Then Staind.
It takes the genre and style of the band/song/album you put in first, and creates a playlist of songs that follow a similar vibe. You can approve, deny, or skip songs and artists too. I'm becoming very fond of this, and it's free (tho it cuts off at a certain number of hours every week/month without a subscription)
So I may be doing something with Ramona on Friday (drinks, then watching movies), or I may go to dinner with Kristen (which I'm really hoping she knows I meant as friends). Saturday I'm doing... something... I'm not entirely sure what. Sunday I'm either hanging out with Panda, or playing Pictionary with Ramona and other people. I have no idea.
Work is filling me with rage. Quiet, contained, furious rage. Wrath. BUT I have a three day weekend at least. And like 6 or 7 days off in a row for my birthday. And Kelly is making me brownies.
It works like this (at least in my case)... I downloaded an app onto my new phone (technically a "widget")... I put it on one of the like SEVEN PAGES of things available (full customization of what appears on each page), and then I run it. Set up an account, then it asked me who one of my favorite bands was. I put in Breaking Benjamin, so it started off with "Until The End" (great song btw).... Then it started playing a song by Three Days Grace. Then Cold. Then Staind.
It takes the genre and style of the band/song/album you put in first, and creates a playlist of songs that follow a similar vibe. You can approve, deny, or skip songs and artists too. I'm becoming very fond of this, and it's free (tho it cuts off at a certain number of hours every week/month without a subscription)
So I may be doing something with Ramona on Friday (drinks, then watching movies), or I may go to dinner with Kristen (which I'm really hoping she knows I meant as friends). Saturday I'm doing... something... I'm not entirely sure what. Sunday I'm either hanging out with Panda, or playing Pictionary with Ramona and other people. I have no idea.
Work is filling me with rage. Quiet, contained, furious rage. Wrath. BUT I have a three day weekend at least. And like 6 or 7 days off in a row for my birthday. And Kelly is making me brownies.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Moving right along
Switching psychiatrists! Why, you ask? Here's a small excerpt from a recent session...
P - I think we've discovered the root cause of your unhappy nature, and I gotta tell you, I don't think it's caused by depression..
J - Oh really? Is that a fact. Well then, please enlighten me.
P - It's clear that you're just displeased with life in general. You're never going to be happy until you let go of this need to have affection that you're never going to get.
J - ...Wait what? "Never" going to get? That's a terribly negative thing to tell someone.
P - I'm just saying, I'm sure that's why you're unhappy. You're not depressed, you just don't want to face facts.
J - So... Let me make sure I understand you correctly here. I DON'T have a condition which makes me have feelings of sadness, solitude, overwhelming depression, and all the other things commonly associated with clinical depression. Instead, I'm unhappy because I want to be loved, and I never will be loved. That's basically what you're saying.
P - I didn't say never.
J - Actually you did. You said I have a need to have affection that I'm never going to get. Never. Your word, not mine. I've been loved, heck, I'm loved NOW. Family, friends... You must have missed the memo, but I'm pretty much amazing.
P - I'm pretty sure I didn't say never. You know, my son uses the same misdirection when he's unhappy with reality
J - Except I'm not unhappy with reality. Right now, I'm honestly kind of annoyed that I just paid someone to help me feel better, and they said I was never going to be loved. If I wanted treatment like that, I'd just call one of my ex-girlfriends and get it for free.
P - You're just lashing out, it's ok, with a few more sessions I'm sure we can get past this
J - Yeah, listen, about that... I'm not really feeling this. Therapy, sure. Just not with you. It's not productive, and again, I'm kinda paying you for the abuse I can get for free.
Soooooo yeah. Gonna find me a new doctor that isn't a complete idiot. Also, I wasn't really a jerk to her at all until that particular appointment, because... well.. She had it coming. Wench.
P - I think we've discovered the root cause of your unhappy nature, and I gotta tell you, I don't think it's caused by depression..
J - Oh really? Is that a fact. Well then, please enlighten me.
P - It's clear that you're just displeased with life in general. You're never going to be happy until you let go of this need to have affection that you're never going to get.
J - ...Wait what? "Never" going to get? That's a terribly negative thing to tell someone.
P - I'm just saying, I'm sure that's why you're unhappy. You're not depressed, you just don't want to face facts.
J - So... Let me make sure I understand you correctly here. I DON'T have a condition which makes me have feelings of sadness, solitude, overwhelming depression, and all the other things commonly associated with clinical depression. Instead, I'm unhappy because I want to be loved, and I never will be loved. That's basically what you're saying.
P - I didn't say never.
J - Actually you did. You said I have a need to have affection that I'm never going to get. Never. Your word, not mine. I've been loved, heck, I'm loved NOW. Family, friends... You must have missed the memo, but I'm pretty much amazing.
P - I'm pretty sure I didn't say never. You know, my son uses the same misdirection when he's unhappy with reality
J - Except I'm not unhappy with reality. Right now, I'm honestly kind of annoyed that I just paid someone to help me feel better, and they said I was never going to be loved. If I wanted treatment like that, I'd just call one of my ex-girlfriends and get it for free.
P - You're just lashing out, it's ok, with a few more sessions I'm sure we can get past this
J - Yeah, listen, about that... I'm not really feeling this. Therapy, sure. Just not with you. It's not productive, and again, I'm kinda paying you for the abuse I can get for free.
Soooooo yeah. Gonna find me a new doctor that isn't a complete idiot. Also, I wasn't really a jerk to her at all until that particular appointment, because... well.. She had it coming. Wench.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Five Finger Death Punch
Had my date with Ramona yesterday, and I think it went pretty well... Dinner at Cheesecake Factory, lots of fun and talking and such, and it all seemed really not awkward for a first date. We ended up missing like 10 mins of the movie because we were still at dinner, but it's all good..
The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus is WEIRD. It's good? But it's also very odd. And the imagination scenes are super trippy.
Then I drove her home, more good conversation, walked her to her door cuz I'm a gentleman, and went home. I think I have a second date? Just not this weekend because she has midterms next week. But I dunno. Soooo we'll see.
The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus is WEIRD. It's good? But it's also very odd. And the imagination scenes are super trippy.
Then I drove her home, more good conversation, walked her to her door cuz I'm a gentleman, and went home. I think I have a second date? Just not this weekend because she has midterms next week. But I dunno. Soooo we'll see.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Josh's steps to being a good guy.
So I'm being told recently that I'd be a great boyfriend (which is evident from the fact that I'm single, mind you), and I've been figuring out what exactly it is about me that makes me oh so amazing.
1. Good boyfriends can cook.
Yeah, that's right. If you can make dinner for your lady, apparently its a huge point of awesome.
2. Chivalry isn't dead. Anyone who says otherwise is a cavern of lies.
Yes, some girls don't like all the "pay for dinner, do this do that" stuff. Or at least they say they don't. Here's a secret... Most of them do. Open doors, pull out chairs, offer to pay for things like dinner and movies. Some people think it's sexist, I think it's common decency. If I'm out with anyone I open doors for them. I've been known to pay the check when a few friends and I go out to eat. I tend to pay for food more often than not when out with girls I know. It's a nice gesture, dammit.
3. Compliments.
If you think someone looks nice, tell them. A few kind words go a loooong way to making a day brighter for someone. There's nothing wrong with telling a girl she looks beautiful, and there's nothing wrong with being observant enough to say you like something she's done with her hair/makeup/outfit.
4. Be Observant.
This is a good one for everything in life. Pay attention to the little things, as those details are often the most important. Little changes can mean big things.
5. Listen.
Pay attention to what they say, not just that they're saying it.
6. Be Legendary.
It no doubt helps to have friends like mine, who are very good at playing to my strengths when talking about me to others. No joke. Half the people I know thought I was too good to be real, and that I was just a myth.
1. Good boyfriends can cook.
Yeah, that's right. If you can make dinner for your lady, apparently its a huge point of awesome.
2. Chivalry isn't dead. Anyone who says otherwise is a cavern of lies.
Yes, some girls don't like all the "pay for dinner, do this do that" stuff. Or at least they say they don't. Here's a secret... Most of them do. Open doors, pull out chairs, offer to pay for things like dinner and movies. Some people think it's sexist, I think it's common decency. If I'm out with anyone I open doors for them. I've been known to pay the check when a few friends and I go out to eat. I tend to pay for food more often than not when out with girls I know. It's a nice gesture, dammit.
3. Compliments.
If you think someone looks nice, tell them. A few kind words go a loooong way to making a day brighter for someone. There's nothing wrong with telling a girl she looks beautiful, and there's nothing wrong with being observant enough to say you like something she's done with her hair/makeup/outfit.
4. Be Observant.
This is a good one for everything in life. Pay attention to the little things, as those details are often the most important. Little changes can mean big things.
5. Listen.
Pay attention to what they say, not just that they're saying it.
6. Be Legendary.
It no doubt helps to have friends like mine, who are very good at playing to my strengths when talking about me to others. No joke. Half the people I know thought I was too good to be real, and that I was just a myth.
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