That impresses me. I'm always impressed by people who have the foresight and wherewithal to do this. For me, I get a charge if I remember to bring my lunch, so for me to try to be so organized that I'd remember to bring a toothbrush and toothpaste and then actually remember to use it daily.
That's dedication.
Of course I don't know if I could pull it off even if I did remember to do it. I mean, not unless I had a private bathroom. There's something about going into the public shitter, spreading out your brush, floss, and paste and having at it.
How in the hell would I rinse?
Have you seen some of the people that you're sharing your bathroom with lately? I mean really.
But, at the end of the day I'm still impressed.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Why I Hate Facebook
I realize that Facebook and all the other social networking sites of today are not going away soon and that I'm truly a dinosaur when I say it, but I hate Facebook. Now this is not to say that I don't understand the allure and even the usefulness of social networking sites like Facebook.
I get it.
Posting pictures or videos for far away loved ones has its place. Keeping folks updated with your goings-on has its place too. It's cheaper, easier, and more efficient to post a couple of "Tweets" to bring everyone up to speed than it is to sit and write a bunch of notes or make a bunch of calls.
I get it.
But what about all those folks that use all this social networking as a surrogate to reality?
You know the ones. The ones that somehow "re-connect" to old flames. Or how about the ones that spiral into the charade of being someone they're not. You know who I'm talking about...
The 41 year old mother of two that has an extra 25 pounds on her hips somehow becomes a 23 year old swinger that's into leather and 3 ways. Or how about the 38 year old t-ball coach with a beer gut and receding hairline that's pretending to be the 26 year old internet millionaire that has a summer home in Nice, winter condo in Vail and spends his down time in SoHo?
The tangible means nothing to them. All the energy they should be expending on cherishing and relishing what they have is instead wasted on something they don't.
But who's to say they can't have it? Too fat? Go get yourself on a treadmill and lay off the Dove bars. No spark in your marriage? Go plan a get-a-way weekend for your spouse. Take some initiative and plan the weekend, pack her bags, make a reservation and drop the kids off with Grandma for a couple of days. I guarantee if you "kidnap" her, sweep her away somewhere nice you'll remember why you fell in love in the first place.
Instead people go the easy way out and play the victim. Instead of blaming your partner because they do or don't act a way they once did why don't you sit down and figure out why? Instead of poring your imagination out into a MySpace profile why don't you pursue the things that you think would make you interesting?
I just don't get it.
Whatever you do, make it happen. Take the initiative.
All too often I see people wile the hours away at a keyboard wishing and wanting instead of taking an active role in their own life. It's sad.
I get it.
Posting pictures or videos for far away loved ones has its place. Keeping folks updated with your goings-on has its place too. It's cheaper, easier, and more efficient to post a couple of "Tweets" to bring everyone up to speed than it is to sit and write a bunch of notes or make a bunch of calls.
I get it.
But what about all those folks that use all this social networking as a surrogate to reality?
You know the ones. The ones that somehow "re-connect" to old flames. Or how about the ones that spiral into the charade of being someone they're not. You know who I'm talking about...
The 41 year old mother of two that has an extra 25 pounds on her hips somehow becomes a 23 year old swinger that's into leather and 3 ways. Or how about the 38 year old t-ball coach with a beer gut and receding hairline that's pretending to be the 26 year old internet millionaire that has a summer home in Nice, winter condo in Vail and spends his down time in SoHo?
The tangible means nothing to them. All the energy they should be expending on cherishing and relishing what they have is instead wasted on something they don't.
But who's to say they can't have it? Too fat? Go get yourself on a treadmill and lay off the Dove bars. No spark in your marriage? Go plan a get-a-way weekend for your spouse. Take some initiative and plan the weekend, pack her bags, make a reservation and drop the kids off with Grandma for a couple of days. I guarantee if you "kidnap" her, sweep her away somewhere nice you'll remember why you fell in love in the first place.
Instead people go the easy way out and play the victim. Instead of blaming your partner because they do or don't act a way they once did why don't you sit down and figure out why? Instead of poring your imagination out into a MySpace profile why don't you pursue the things that you think would make you interesting?
I just don't get it.
Whatever you do, make it happen. Take the initiative.
All too often I see people wile the hours away at a keyboard wishing and wanting instead of taking an active role in their own life. It's sad.
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