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Nice, Nice, Nice, Nice, Nice, I Am So Sickeningly Nice
Nice, Nice, Nice, Nice, Nice, I Am So Sickeningly Nice
I have to admit that I have been amazingly lax this past three weeks in terms of writing posts. I do not have writers’ block: in fact I have an almost mind blowing quantity of things to write about. There are subjects to be addressed that are funny, poignant and outrageous. The real issue of late has been finding the motivation to sit and write.
Yes, I have (until the sad and pathetic demise of England) been consumed by the world cup. It takes a lot of work to view two, sometimes three, football matches a day. After all you have to move around on the sofa or you will get arse callouses or bed sores: and I have nobody cute and female to come and rub lotion on them. I have to identify tactics, coaching strategy, set plays, formations etc. It is taxing on one’s intellect.
There is also the vast quantity of supporting programmes to monitor. All of these have “experts”, and I use this term very loosely Eric Wynalda, and I like to hear the drivel that these pundits put forth. And of course these topics are the fuel of so many discussions to have with people at work, my daughters, my father, my nephew, and my friends; all on the topic of the world cup. It has been a time consuming, but fun, time.
Also, there has been the realization of my geeky dream room. And while my geekability rating in certain areas is going to be addressed in a future post, suffice it to say that I have been remodeling my spare room and turning it into an area that will be devoted to building model kits and painting toy soldiers. It will be completed today when I purchase an office chair (the throne of my Geekdom) that will support my back during marathon soldier painting sessions. And of course, if I am playing with myself, then I am not on-line posting.
The new job has been a constant source of exhaustion for reasons that will be explored in future posts as some of the people who I hear from are amazingly knowledgeable business people in “real life”. I have questions to put to them as I value their input.
A small matter of dealing with the vagaries of teen-age daughters has sucked up a lot of time in some areas and created vast quantities of free time in others as their lives constantly change and “dad” is just not the massively important central figure that he has been.
Finally, I haven’t really felt like posting. It is not that I do not like the people that I communicate with regularly ‒ far from it. I feel very connected with many of the people I come in contact with on-line and off. And some of these people have been hurting lately. I just didn’t feel like writing frivolous posts when they felt that way. I felt much more like talking to them personally and seeing what I could do to help or to cheer them up or give them support. One of my friends is really having a hard time as her life unraveled right at the time she thought that it was really coming together. She wrote to me about a week ago and I am still trying to come up with something more helpful than a simple “I care about you, I am thinking of you” reply.
Perhaps it is not very sexy or manly to admit that I have very strong emotional ties with people I have never met. But that is me. It does not necessarily seem to be fashionable to be this way on here. Perhaps I should be a cynical bastard and question all bad things that happen to some very nice people. (And I do not view the word “nice” as a sterile adjective.) But that is not me. I am “nice”.
I also have to admit that I am one of those people who give money and stuff to people pan handling at freeway off ramps. McDonald’s gift certificates are a great item to carry for this. I know that sometimes I am being taken but who cares! But sometimes I am not and that tips the scales so far to the positive that I can sleep at night.
A man’s place in heaven may, questionably, be the summation of the good and bad in his life depending on the mores of his faith. But a man’s place in his own self esteem is assuredly the result of doing good works whenever possible. I feel good about myself because I feel positively about the people around me: both those I know and those I do not.
7/3/2006 12:07 pm
Whatever makes you thing that it isn't sexy or manly to have strong emotional ties with people you have never met. Most of us on here, men and women have experienced this very thing. These feelings, here, are just as real as any that we have for the actual people in our lives. Continue to be as "nice" as you are. We need more nice people in this world.|
You couldn't have that good feeling about yourself if you were a jerk or a liar or anything else than what you are. I applaud you.
7/3/2006 8:30 pm
Always happy here to see you have posted... where I used to work was near a part of town where there were always panhandlers at the freeway offramp lights... I would try to remember to grab an extra banana, apple, freebie McD's coupon, bottle of cold water (its HOT in AZ, homeless often die of heat here), whatever, so I'd have something for them ... especially this one old guy who had the sweetest smile... never gave them money.|
P.S. Emailed you a week or two ago... took me a few weeks I think to reply to you, figured you were taking a few weeks to reply back, touche, lol. Quick FYI, things have not changed... unfortunately... but I am moving this weekend... wanna come help me pack?
Apparently the depth of depravity here is bottomless... don't you feel right at home?
7/3/2006 9:52 pm
I also have to admit that I am one of those people who give money and stuff to people pan handling at freeway off ramps. McDonald’s gift certificates are a great item to carry for this. I know that sometimes I am being taken but who cares! But sometimes I am not and that tips the scales so far to the positive that I can sleep at night. |
What a great idea. I never thought of using the gift certificates, but will pick some up tomorrow morning. I share your philosophy, it matters not if I'm "getting taken", what matters in the whole exchange is where my heart is. I swear Fallic...you're just making me fall deeper and deeper under your spell, just wished you lived on the "right" coast. **HUGS from the "Right Coaster's Imp & Ms. Mags
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. ~Marilyn