I'm a pretty busy guy, lots of irons in the figurative fire, family obligations including a 4 year old girl and a 4 month old puppy that's already got the body of a fully grown dog as well as all the follies of everyday life as a human in a world that baffles them. I'm pretty busy, but it's not the worst thing in the world. I don't use it as an excuse. I know everyone's got shit to do.
What I don't understand is how people either aren't thoughtful or respectful enough to adhere to a commitment or tell me to fuck clean off instead of ducking me or just letting scheduled appointments or deadlines pass by. Or not returning calls, voice mails, emails, and smoke signals sent.
That's not only disrespectful, it pretty much paints you as a fucking coward. If I am tired of someone, don't want to deal with them, or simply can't make the time for them I tell them. At the very least I ask for them to hold off for a while while I situate things. I never leave them floating around in the ether.
We're all busy. I don't care if you're a housewife, a film producer, or a comic book artist. We are all busy.
So either be a grown up and cut the string or owe up to an obligation. Life's too short.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Another Step Towards Gravedom
The first three steps I take each morning are odd, uncomfortable little things. First figuring which hurts the least between the ankle and the heel, then adjusting accordingly. It wasn't meant to be this way.
I play a lot of softball and I think folks should split their reaction based on that statement. It's not nearly as lame and lazy as half of you think and not as fun and resoundingly athletic as the other half does. Softball has done wonders towards tearing me, a very good athlete all told, down in a matter of around five years. Last week I sacrificed my elbow, feeling it bend just enough the wrong way to know it would be a painful part of my life for a long time. Making matters worse was that the umpire falsely called the man I was tagging safe when he was in fact as out as Jodie Foster ought to be. So, I got slammed and my team didn't even give a fuck that my favorite limb was throbbing like a 12 year old's satchel on the eve of the bikini season.
You know the big "suiting up" sequences people love so much in movies? I have one too now. Take the pill, rip open the Icy/Hot package, pull it up to the elbow, rub ointment on the ankle, rotate the shoulder [rotator cuff: R.I.P. 1995] until it stops popping, squeeze into compression shorts, and then slowly grind into gear.
I do it for only one reason, continuity. I love softball. I now love golf more and soon I'll transition more fully to that sport, but I'm starting to have to say goodbye to things I love as I embrace the mid-30's and I wonder if it's not all that different from selling out as a human being and becoming something I hate.
NN
I play a lot of softball and I think folks should split their reaction based on that statement. It's not nearly as lame and lazy as half of you think and not as fun and resoundingly athletic as the other half does. Softball has done wonders towards tearing me, a very good athlete all told, down in a matter of around five years. Last week I sacrificed my elbow, feeling it bend just enough the wrong way to know it would be a painful part of my life for a long time. Making matters worse was that the umpire falsely called the man I was tagging safe when he was in fact as out as Jodie Foster ought to be. So, I got slammed and my team didn't even give a fuck that my favorite limb was throbbing like a 12 year old's satchel on the eve of the bikini season.
You know the big "suiting up" sequences people love so much in movies? I have one too now. Take the pill, rip open the Icy/Hot package, pull it up to the elbow, rub ointment on the ankle, rotate the shoulder [rotator cuff: R.I.P. 1995] until it stops popping, squeeze into compression shorts, and then slowly grind into gear.
I do it for only one reason, continuity. I love softball. I now love golf more and soon I'll transition more fully to that sport, but I'm starting to have to say goodbye to things I love as I embrace the mid-30's and I wonder if it's not all that different from selling out as a human being and becoming something I hate.
NN
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