I am reading The Daily Waffle this morning, Breakfast Blogging: Opinion(ated) Scribbling for No Apparent Reason and I see: “You are intelligent, witty, clever, and just a tiny bit cruel. You always seem to say the right thing at the right time. Your way with words is natural, effortless. Sometimes you can inadvertently insult people who aren’t used to your unique way of speaking. But don’t worry about them, I think you still kick ass.”
And for a small brief moment in time, I am thinking, “How in the world did my Email get over here?” but then I realize where it is that I am and I am okay. By the way … If you are not reading this lady’s page, you ought to be. White Painted Woman The Daily Waffle.
Most of my Email this week has went unanswered and quite a few of my telephone calls too. I am under the distinct impression that people are trying to tell me something.
Technology will always tell on you. You don’t have to leave a message, call waiting tells them who it is, which come to think of it, might be the reason for no answer.
As for the email, well, you can send them out, no guarantee they will be answered and it is fairly easy to just state, “I never got it” which is kind of strange, because when someone wants to complain, they all seem to make it through the network just fine, don’t they?
Several emails sent out in the past week were not answered or acknowledged. Out of sight and out of mind I guess. This also applies to family people who are of a consanguineous nature, it just doesn’t apply to friends only.
No easy answers for me it seems. I suppose the sooner we accept the inevitable dilemma of not being able to win the approval of everyone we meet, the easier our lives will become.
As you know, having found a period of deep personal inner perspective and inspection, I have been desperately trying to turn over a new leaf in life. Removing some of the negatives and trying to replace them with positive enforcement, and good stuff.
I do not do well in large groups of people, I do not know when to keep my mouth shut, I am too opinionated for my own good. No matter how you care to define it, I do not identify with the local group, I have always been the radical member of the tribe.
The square peg in the proverbial round hole of life. Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club association, neighborhood improvement committee, Oprah Book Club, I have found that my interest in same, wanes rather quickly.
I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, but always seem to end up with the short end of the stick in the end, and a feeling that I have somehow embarrassed them and myself. Perhaps that is why they do not answer my emails. In the end I find that I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to, and I suppose that they are glad that I dropped out and moved on in life.
It could be that I somehow embarrass them with my brash opinion or outright disdain for apparent items that are wrong. As much as I would love to pattern myself after someone else, I cannot do that, it would simply waste the me that is me.
Recently I stumbled across some data that suggest that there is a pill that can erase bad memories. A common blood pressure drug may help to provide emotional relief to traumatized soldiers, crime victims, and people with phobias. (which right now, this week, I would gladly fork over top dollar for a month’s supply)
Dutch researchers have discovered that the old-school blood-pressure drug propranolol has an alternate use. It can rewire your memory circuits to get rid of anxieties and bad memories. The drug is a beta blocker, which not only suppresses strong physical response to stress, but also appears to retrain the brain not to react to a bad memory and may actually weaken the memory itself. There might be hope for people like me yet. I will let you know.
In the meantime, I am considering a (communications) “hip replacement.”
Which is the process of introducing a formerly cool person to a product or idea that attempts to make them cool again. Reinventing an individual’s public persona through association or action. If you are interested or feel the need for one yourself, let me know, I will email it to you.
So for now I guess I will just mosey on down the road, doin my thang, and keep searching for my wandering star.
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There is another thing that gets rid of memories, too. It’s called old age.
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Huh? What’s zat?
Comment by James W. — March 5, 2009 @ 10:59 PM
Thanks for the advertising (cheque’s in the mail, btw). Now on to the meaty stuff…
As Janet Street-Porter puts it, life’s too f***ing short for all the things we want out of it, let alone for wastage on negative things. If email has to wait, it has to wait. That’s why we have those humongous inboxes nowadays.
As for the memory pill, I dunno… I reread ‘The Haunted Man’ and think that memories are where they are for a reason, and if they are cut out, something else comes in to fill the void, and that something else is not a Good Thing. Then again, perhaps it’s that sentimentalist Dickens feller.
Keep up the good work/search!
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Uh, can I expect that check soon, things is gettin’ a little tight. You my dear, are an interesting person, I enjoy your stuff. (I still have that snortin’ bull graphic in my files, just waiting for the right post)
Comment by M — March 6, 2009 @ 4:37 AM