With increased intelligence comes increased capacity for pain
Arthur Schopenhauer said something like: with increased intelligence comes increased capacity for pain.
Tend to agree with that.
Feeling some trepidation about New Year’s approaching. You see, my ex’s older sister was born on December 31st so we always had standing plans for New Year’s.
Hell, I’ve always had standing plans – women seem to like mad rakes.
This year, I’ve no plans, really.
That bothered me a little. Just a bit. There are two people I would like to get to know better and I’m so tempted to try but I know it would just end badly because I’m such a basketcase right now. They deserve better than that.
So I never call them.
Had lunch with a friend yesterday and she too is going through a breakup (must be something in the water). She decided to cut him off but says it’s hard. I told her about the Schopenhaer quote and she agreed that she should push through.
Being the smartest person in the room isn’t always a good thing
Hola! For those of you that read the same Book as me, I hope you had an awesome Xmas; for those of you that do not, I hope you had a great holiday.
I’m not sure if I mentioned this but I’ve been working on an online sitcom with Rain for the past several months now and it’s rapidly coming to fruition.
It’s pretty freaking exciting; basically he and I play the worst versions of ourselves and we’re surrounded by talent, which reminds me of a story about a NYC chef; I forget which one.
He was asked if he was smarter than his father (also a chef) because he was more successful and he replied that he wasn’t as smart as his father, and that‘s why he was more successful. His father, he said, was the smartest person in his father’s restaurant. He picked out the linens, did the marketing, made the menus, etc.
The young chef said was not the smartest person in his own restaurant. He hired people far brighter than he so he could concentrate on doing what he was good at – cooking. With the talented folk we’ve got, we can concentrate on our strong points.
Rain’s doing what he’s best at: writing and directing – he’s got more talent in his pinky than most people have period.
I’m doing what I’m best at: managing people & money and being absolutely abusive to Rain.
I humbly submit that the poets are wrong when they say that the sweetest words are, “I love you.”
The way we use it these days (“I love that place;” “I love that show;” etc) cheapens it a lot.
December 2006 has been a horrid month for several friends of mine – some suffered the worst shock one can get, others had lesser shocks that still brought them to their knees. Five days ago, I got a call from a girl I only met once who said that she found out her boyfriend cheated on her. I got the call only because I was close by but I’m ok with that.
Four days ago, I got a call from a very close friend of mine who told me his mother passed away.
The time from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day is usually the best time of year for me. The best time. It’s so sad.
When my breakup happened, I called my brother, my sister and my friend Tommy.
My brother lives 1286.44 miles away but he caught the first flight here.
My sister is nearer and caught the next train.
Johnny, who had just returned from four months in China that morning, arrived at my place first.
I’m surprisingly toungue-tied at times where people’s hearts eat them up from the inside out. I think I’m at my best when I keep it simple and say what my brother, sister and Tommy said in one way or another:
I’m on my way.
Now I submit that those words…those words will make a grown man cry.
1) Have we discussed whether or not to have children, and if the answer is yes, who is going to be the primary care giver?
I need to have kids. Three ideally.
I would like to stay home and take care of the kids because:
I make enough money working from home to survive, nay flourish (ok, survive) for seven years in Manhattan
I’m constantly cooking and am willing to mash anything for them
I’m a big kid myself
2) Do we have a clear idea of each other’s financial obligations and goals, and do our ideas about spending and saving mesh?
I’m a firm believer in fiscal responsibility (see 1, above).
I rarely cab, and walk whenever possible
While I love to cook, I do like to go out about two times a week. I’m much more local restaurant than five-star, hot-place-of-the-week.
3) Have we discussed our expectations for how the household will be maintained, and are we in agreement on who will manage the chores?
I’m messy but oddly germ-a-phobic.
No shoes in the house.
No dirty clothes on the bed
We would swap chores weekly
I can’t stand dirty dishes in the sink.
4) Have we fully disclosed our health histories, both physical and mental?
Clearly, I’m a bit nuts. I put my entire life on my blog that no one reads (but you – hey, thanx!)
I’m an insomniac and have been for at least two decades. It means I get moody and irritable and may lash out (never physically but I do yell). Please ignore and take a walk or encourage me to. It’ll all work out.
I have been depressed before – actually, if you’ve been reading this blog, you know all this.
5) Is my partner affectionate to the degree that I expect?
We don’t make ourselves worse by walking so walk while you can
Woke up at 1PM today – fell asleep at 5Am or so but I had to take something to help me fall asleep.
Yesterday was full of little but expensive annoyances:
it was the first day of a shoot for the sitcom that totally bombed. We ended up canceling the shoot and taking the barebones crew out to eat breakfast
I got a $100 ticket parking ticket
I cracked the screen on my ultra-compact camera that I’ve had for a while – this may mean no pics for a bit
It’s all those little annoyances that make you want to scream.
Think people like to read blogs because it gives insight into their own lives.
Another blogger, undergoing treatment for her own things, wrote that she saw an old man on crutches struggling to walk, despite it being easier to be in a wheelchair. She observed that, “We do not make ourselves worse by walking. I say walk while you can.”
However, that’s not entirely a negative sentiment. I think a bit of kindness is nobler against the backdrop of our craptastic-ness.
So I had four recent bits of kindness:
I met a girl that lives in France a while ago who shot me a sweet email. She’s seeing a French guy now. It’s ok, the late night conversations were enough for me.
I got another very personal email from a co-worker wishing me a happy holiday. It was nice to get because, while we work closely together, we’ve never actually met (like you and me).
I met a girl tonight that I found refreshingly honest about life. Honesty without meanness is so rare.
Finally, today, I got an Xmas card from a reader amidst my usual bills. As an aside, she looks completely Caucasian but she’s got a Chinese last name. It turns out that four generations ago, her grandfather was Chinese. I find that so cool.
Regarding (4) I think we’re supposed to meet up for coffee (just coffee – she’s in love with a boy from Indiana) but I’m reminded of a quote from Margaret Atwood:
Wanting to meet a writer because you like their books is like wanting meet a duck because you like pate.
Life gives us blows and we do what we can to survive them
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2 Samuel 12:22 tells of when: David had a kid with his buddy’s wife, killed said buddy, pissed off God, God took David’s son.
Now here’s why I like the story: David’s a wreck while the kid is sick; David won’t eat, won’t sleep, etc. But when the kid finally dies, he picks himself up and begins to live his life again.
When asked why he was such a wreck when the kid was alive but much better when the kid dies, David goes, “When the kid was alive, there was hope that he would live – that God would be gracious to me. But He was not and I can’t change what’s passed. My son can’t come back to me but I can go to him.”
At times, Life brings you to your knees.
Those phone calls you never want to get:
“It’s about your younger brother…”
“I’m sorry to have to tell you…”
“I thought it best that I be the one to tell you…”
Been brought to my knees twice in my life. I’m lucky because it was only twice.
Dreading the next time.
Thought about this because I went to a wake yesterday. It was my second third funeral experience; sadly, I’m sure they’ll be more.
Today is also the 65th and last official anniversary gathering of the Pearl Harbor veterans. And I’ve also been keeping up with the story of CNET editor James Kim; he wasn’t there when I was there but still…
Despite all the ugliness, we move through life with a balance of hope and acceptance. At least we try to.