I have never been driven by money nor have I ever been tempted with material possessions. When I see people who want, want , want, I feel sorry for them. They desire for things that have no real value; things that will one day rot in a landfill or junk yard. I desire for things that have lasting value-friendship, love, compassion, etc.
Evelina and I have nice things, but I could be as content living in a 500 sq ft cinder block building. The only thing I must have is reliable transportation so a 1988 Honda Accord will do just fine.
When I observe people who are enamored with “stuff” I usually find someone who is a bit empty inside. They are trying to fill a void internally with stuff externally and it will never, ever work to fill that emptiness.
I am really bothered with so much in the world lately and there doesn’t seem like there’s much anyone can do to change anything. The government is so big and does as it pleases. Extremists on the right and left are in a contest to see who can puke their vileness on humanity the fastest. The majority of Americans are moderate, yet all I hear about on the news are ultras. The media is constantly pushing their agenda AND they might be the biggest hypocrites in the United States.
After typing that first paragraph I’m beginning to think it is time to unplug for a week or more to decompress and purge all the internet junk from my mind. That is my observation for today…
There was a time when I would never use sick days. In the golf business there wasn’t an opportunity to use sick time because there was no replacement staff; no one to call to come in to work. I would go to work sick and wore my dedication like a badge of honor. What I did not realize was that I wasn’t doing myself or anyone else any great favor by being “dedicated”.
Now I understand that sick time is designed to be used and for a few good reasons: 1. When your body doesn’t feel well it needs rest, and 2. You need to be respectful of others when you don’t feel well. The former is self-explanatory. But the latter is one of those things I never thought of until I got someone else sick and they got mad at me.
A few years back I went to work sick. One of my fellow employees who was pregnant at the time made one of those comments like “If I get sick because of you I’m going to be mad. You need to go home.” Of course I didn’t go home and as you can imagine by now, she got sick. And she was mad. She took her time off work and then yelled at me for not being more considerate and staying home. Her point was valid and I hadn’t thought about how unfair it was to others to walk around spreading my germs.
Part of being human is about relationships with other humans and being considerate; considering the feelings and views of others when making decisions. It doesn’t take much effort to stop and evaluate how your actions might impact another human and I highly recommend doing so from time-to-time.
Today is Columbus Day in the States and many states are adopting Indigenous People’s Day; a move with which I agree. It doesn’t take much reading (Columbus’ own journal) to understand Columbus was driven by money and power and was fully aware he would have to kill in order to get his 10%.
My observation today is how history has been taught here in the states. When I was a young man I was taught that Columbus was an adventurer, a sailor and a hero. The truth is he was a mass murderer and did so in the name of Spain, Christianity and greed. These facts were left out by design to push the agenda of heroism and courage. Columbus was portrayed as a saint of sorts, moving throughout the world helping to bring the message of Jesus to those lost souls. Nothing could be farther from the truth. We know history is written by the victors, but it is time to rewrite history. I believe it is never too late to do the right thing and the right thing here is to show some respect to those Native Americans which Columbus brutalized.
It is time to change this day to Indigenous People’s Day.
I don’t mind being called “white” even though I am beige.
But the other day Evelina had a young checkout girl at the grocer get upset when she referred to an employee as “African American”. The man she referred to was confused at his fellow employee’s anger and asked her what she would expect my wife to call him. She had no answer. It seems that some people are just waiting to be outraged.
I am not white, I am Caucasian. Our society feels it necessary to deem me as “white” so I go with it. I guess I could get all kinds of twisted up about it, but it isn’t that big of a deal. I’ve been called “cracker”, “honkey”, “cracker ass cracker” and so many other things when I worked retail. My favorite was “racist ass white cracker mo*&% f$%#$”. Even then the names didn’t upset me. I simply don’t put much credence in what someone whom I don’t know says about me.
I do understand why some people would be upset over certain names, but have we gotten to the point when “African American” is offensive?? The outrage train is so out of control that I cannot keep up with what pisses people off and what doesn’t.
I guess we truly do live in the land of the offended.
I reblog around 4 posts per day from bloggers I follow whose posts I find interesting. On occasion someone will come across a reblogged post and feel the need to email me and tell me what an “as***ole” I am for writing such “garbage”.
My observation is this: it amazes me the number of people who don’t recognize the difference between a reblog and an original post. Let me say for the record that I don’t have to agree with the content to share it with my readers. I would say there are many opinion pieces I share that I do not agree with the view of the writer and I do that for a specific reason. Why? I love to challenge my own thinking and the thinking of my readers. I think it is not only healthy, but also imperative that we spend as much time reading opposing views to our own world-view.
So to the blogger who felt the need to email I say “thank you”. As for the name calling, not so much. If you can’t handle an opposing view then all you have to do is unfollow; it is that simple.
YesterdayI wroteabout how I grew up a little bit in relation to my favorite sports teams. The fact is that I needed to grow up a little, but I don’t want to grow up too much. I do want to maintain some of that child-like enthusiasm for life. I don’t know a lot of people who have kept their inner-child alive.
I noticed this week that it is incredibly important to do child-like things that remind us of simpler times; that remind us of what life is really about. Adulting fogs the window of life. Being an adult and growing up is not always something to wear like a badge of honor. Don’t get me wrong I think it is important to act grown up sometimes and be responsible, but sometimes we need to be a little irresponsible.
It is good for the soul to roll around in the grass every once-in-a-while. It is reinvigorating to walk in the rain. It can be so peaceful watching the birds or clouds. Or maybe color in a coloring book. We need to actively seek to keep our inner-child alive.
What do you do to keep the kid inside of you alive?
When I was a younger man I took my sports teams incredibly serious. You would think I was dealing with a life-or-death situation; especially as it pertained to the Red Sox. In 2004 when the Red Sox would break the 86 year World Series drought, I watched every single world series game from the same bar, from the same room, from the same seat. (As a matter of fact that entire season I don’t think I missed watching more than 15 of the 162 regular season games.) My sport’s superstitions told me that if I had not done that they would have lost. They would go on to win for the first time since 1918 and all of my rituals would be validated.
Fast forward to present day. I still keep up with all of my teams, especially the Sox, but I don’t have the same crazy passion. Sometimes I wonder if it is the result of growing up or having different priorities. Whatever the reason I just don’t care as much. I am proud to be a Red Sox fan, but I am not a fanatic as I once was.
It is funny how time changes a person. I think back on those days in the early 2000s and I don’t recognize that person; I don’t know that Danny. My priorities now are to be the best husband I can be to Evelina. To be here for her for years to come, which means I must take care of my body and try to be healthy. I must manage our finances so that we have enough once retirement times rolls around. I must do a great job at work so that I can produce the income necessary to provide us the life we want.
And as I’m thinking through things now, I’m not even sure where sports falls on my list of priorities. I think it falls under “entertainment not to be taken too seriously”. My teams do not have the same impact on me as they once did and to be completely honest I’m okay with it.
Actually, I’m glad. It means that Peter Pan finally grew up.
Is it wrong to say that I am becoming numb to these mass shootings?
This post is going to be honest so if you are bothered by honesty that doesn’t coincide with your ideologies, then this might be a great time to exit. I woke up on Monday morning like most everyone else and read a headline about the Vegas shootings and then began to get ready for work. I didn’t read much about the incident nor did I watch a lot of video coverage. I didn’t watch the news. I did watch a little of the interview with the killers brother. Honestly it seems on par for this day-and-time.
In the last 5-6 years there have been thousands of mass shootings (shootings in public and more than 3 people killed). The news reports these shootings so much that I have become numb to it all. I probably haven’t watched/read more than 10 minutes worth of information about what happened in Vegas. I hope this doesn’t make me a bad person. I kind of feel bad for being to apathetic.
When will it all stop?
I don’t know how to prevent these things from happening, but I have an idea and the NRA isn’t going to like my solution; and some of my readers may not like it either. We have to find a way to get these military weapons off the streets. I’ll take my chances with a lunatic driving a car through a crowd or a knife wielding psychopath versus a guy with 20 guns shooting an automatic weapon from atop a building.
But, nothing will change and next year some newly pissed off citizen will walk through a mall killing men, women and children with a weapon designed for war and we’ll have the same outrage and sadness.
And it will happen again and again and again and again…Eventually we are going to have to stop this problem and some people are going to have to admit we are making it easy for these people to kill so many, so easily.
It is unfortunate when you confide in someone and they betray your trust. A few days ago I said something to someone in a private conversation that got back to me through another person. It wasn’t a major deal, but it did pertain to my work and I would have preferred this person have kept the conversation private.
My observation is this: it doesn’t seem that you can trust anyone these days. “Lose lips sink ships” has always been my personal policy and I try to focus on keeping my mouth shut as it relates to things people have told me. I also ask people not to tell me anything that isn’t known to the general public that way if I do slip up, I’m not spilling info on something that shouldn’t be known.
I also hold myself accountable for talking a bit too much in the conversation. I should have been more aware and not said as much. Oh well, what’s done is done. Now I get to call this person and confront them, which isn’t my favorite thing to do.