I’ve never been one for indecision but I’ve been contemplating a somewhat big decision for quite some time with no resolution. The pendulum swings way out to one side only to work its way back towards the center (status quo). There are a lot of factors to consider but I think I received a significant push away from the center today. The pendulum seems to be stuck over on “Go….NOW!”
I’ve always had a sense of restlessness and felt out-of-place…even in my own house. When I was a kid, I used to think about how my life could be so different (maybe better?) if I was only somewhere else. Given that I grew up in [name redacted], that’s not really a huge leap of faith to KNOW my life would have been better almost anywhere else. I can remember when people would move to the next town and others would be so envious they “got out”. It was suburban Alcatraz and I spent my days scavenging for old rain coats and glue to build my raft to freedom. Given how I felt in my formative years, it’s no surprise now that I’m feeling the undeniable urge to pull up stakes and start over some where else. The target destination is not yet finalized but the front runner is Asheville, NC.
Charlotte is not a bad place but it’s becoming more apparent everyday that’s it’s not the place for me. Maybe if I could meet a nice girl here I’d probably stay but, after 7 years, I seriously doubt any of “The One’s” resides anywhere near 28031. If they do, they must all be working undercover as other people’s girlfriend/wife as my last date was months ago with nothing on the horizon.
On some levels, a move to a new city gives me a chance to re-invent myself. I could be the person I’ve always wanted to be….shallow, vain and totally popular! Who am I kidding…I’ll never be popular but I’ve got some serious potential for the other two! Meatloaf was right when he said “two out of three ain’t bad”. I’d love to believe a new ZIP code could make everything perfect but I’m not so naïve as to think it would make me any less shy, socially awkward and neurotic (only plastic surgery can turn me into everything I ever wanted to be : )
The big “if” right now is selling my house. I bought into the whole “buy a house” racket so now I’m trying to figure out how to cash out of the suburban dream. I don’t regret buying my house because, at the time, it was never supposed to be just me. I look back and laugh (now) because it was the single worst time of my entire life yet I still had this unwavering hope that all would be OK. I should really place blame where it truly lies…with Milton Bradley. Had the relationship Magic 8-Ball been on target, I’d probably have rented a room at a hotel (on a weekly option) and spent the down payment on a Porsche.
I’ll be leaving some things here I’d like to take with me when/if I move but sometimes you have to take your chances on the unknown to find your happiness. Maybe I’ll succeed or I could fail miserably but I don’t ever want to feel the sting of bitter regret for never taking the chance. I’ve failed at everything I’ve every attempted but I’m not a failure…just experienced. One thing is true no matter how many times I fail, I’ll get back up to try again and I’ll never lose the hope that something better is right around the corner.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
I'm Knocking...
What you drive says a lot about you as a person. From the soccer moms driving the urban assault vehicles to the old guys driving high-performance sports cars…everyone has their own style. But what do you do if you’re a guy buying a minivan?
I’ve got nothing against minivans but most guys wouldn’t go near a minivan for love or money unless the wife is pulling the strings. It seems Honda produced a commercial with a bit of subliminal hand gesturing to let guys who buy their minivan know exactly where they stand.
With the hand gesture alone, I’d say the point was to mock people who buy minivans but is it really a commercial trying to entice women to buy a minivan by playing on their sexual frustrations? The audio track paints a very different picture (of course, I couldn’t get a copy of it because who’s going to post a Honda commercial to YouTube?) but you’ll have to settle for a quick text version:
The commercial is for the year end clearance sale and the animated pitch man is named Mr. Opportunity. As the commercial ends, he says, “I’m Mr. O and I’m knocking” and then…the infamous hand gesture!
Who knows their intent but either way it’s fairly obscene (and funny) so have to ask where is Tim Winter of the Parents Television Council to protect us from this indecency? I bet he’s out buying a Honda minivan.
I’ve got nothing against minivans but most guys wouldn’t go near a minivan for love or money unless the wife is pulling the strings. It seems Honda produced a commercial with a bit of subliminal hand gesturing to let guys who buy their minivan know exactly where they stand.
With the hand gesture alone, I’d say the point was to mock people who buy minivans but is it really a commercial trying to entice women to buy a minivan by playing on their sexual frustrations? The audio track paints a very different picture (of course, I couldn’t get a copy of it because who’s going to post a Honda commercial to YouTube?) but you’ll have to settle for a quick text version:
The commercial is for the year end clearance sale and the animated pitch man is named Mr. Opportunity. As the commercial ends, he says, “I’m Mr. O and I’m knocking” and then…the infamous hand gesture!
Who knows their intent but either way it’s fairly obscene (and funny) so have to ask where is Tim Winter of the Parents Television Council to protect us from this indecency? I bet he’s out buying a Honda minivan.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
You Twit...
The world was rocked the other day when Twitter was victimized by a denial of service attack. Nations were at the brink of war, people panicked in the streets, lives were lost and, for a short period of time, we all experienced the end of the world. What? You weren’t aware Twitter was offline?
The whole social networking phenomenon is on the way out (you heard it here first) as it’s been played out. We are at the saturation point where it’s no longer a fun distraction but a daily chore to tell the world what you’re doing. I abandoned Facebook a while back and have ZERO regrets…haven’t missed it for one single moment!
The concept of Twitter always made me laugh as I’m keenly aware of how mundane daily life can be so why would anyone waste their life following the mundane of others peoples lives? My theory of “people with no life feel empowered/important by telling the world every detail of their life in hopes of being validated” has been proven true by Christina Chimino who said:
"I was pretty upset, actually. It feels like a lifeline for me ... Pretty much everyone knows almost every detail of my life by what I'm doing on Twitter."
I know nothing about her life but imagine it’s not filled with 24X7 excitement and glamour. I seriously doubt any of her “followers” were damaged by their inability to read that she was awake, having morning coffee, washing clothes, at the grocery, etc. The lingo of Twitter says it all…you’re a “follower”.
Other people seemed to echo how serious the blackout was on their lives by posting statements such as "I did absolutely nothing. It's like my heart was gone," and "I felt so empty inside”. If you sat around doing nothing and felt empty inside, here’s a suggestion: Get out and meet people, take a class, turn off your computer and go for a walk…anything but sitting around paralyzed because you can’t Tweet!
Now, I’m going to turn off my computer, get dressed and head to the trails for a 20+ mile ride complete with conversation with random strangers. I’ll return home, take a shower and clean the house before my dinner guests arrive. Then I’ll…oh, who cares!
The whole social networking phenomenon is on the way out (you heard it here first) as it’s been played out. We are at the saturation point where it’s no longer a fun distraction but a daily chore to tell the world what you’re doing. I abandoned Facebook a while back and have ZERO regrets…haven’t missed it for one single moment!
The concept of Twitter always made me laugh as I’m keenly aware of how mundane daily life can be so why would anyone waste their life following the mundane of others peoples lives? My theory of “people with no life feel empowered/important by telling the world every detail of their life in hopes of being validated” has been proven true by Christina Chimino who said:
"I was pretty upset, actually. It feels like a lifeline for me ... Pretty much everyone knows almost every detail of my life by what I'm doing on Twitter."
I know nothing about her life but imagine it’s not filled with 24X7 excitement and glamour. I seriously doubt any of her “followers” were damaged by their inability to read that she was awake, having morning coffee, washing clothes, at the grocery, etc. The lingo of Twitter says it all…you’re a “follower”.
Other people seemed to echo how serious the blackout was on their lives by posting statements such as "I did absolutely nothing. It's like my heart was gone," and "I felt so empty inside”. If you sat around doing nothing and felt empty inside, here’s a suggestion: Get out and meet people, take a class, turn off your computer and go for a walk…anything but sitting around paralyzed because you can’t Tweet!
Now, I’m going to turn off my computer, get dressed and head to the trails for a 20+ mile ride complete with conversation with random strangers. I’ll return home, take a shower and clean the house before my dinner guests arrive. Then I’ll…oh, who cares!
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