So, my Pops is real with me. He grew up hard and acknowledges that. He believes I need to toughen up, stop trying to negotiate bullshit behavior and make a plan to either change how I think about it or cut it from my life altogether. He thinks being fatalistic is the key. Man, I want to be more like that. But it’s a hard, hard thing to realize that you have to trust your judgment and if you made a decision to do (or not do) something, you can’t look back and pretend it wasn’t the outcome you wanted. I’m not sure why I do that. I think because I tend to live here (stolen from a friend):
“Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.” ~ Unknown
I don’t know if my father’s way is a better way. I don’t even know if this makes any sense. I just know that Pops’ way makes me a cry a lot. My rose-colored glasses make me happy, even if they’re just coloring something retroactively so that I can say that I never hurt anyone. Is it a bad idea to sometimes just want the fantasy?
Peggy Noonan thinks so. I aspire to write, and think, like this.
Then there’s this, with which I tend to agree as well. I reserve the right to be both realistic and accepting as well as prone to living in a fantasy land where people are always trying to do the best they can.
And here’s something from the 17-year-old nephew, and even further evidence to support that my family is, in general, wonderful:
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to find the ones worth getting hurt over.”
The other day, as I was flipping through tv channels bored out of my mind (help me…) I stumbled upon the unlikely pairing of William Shatner and Bernard Goetz. You read that right. And, of course, I thought: “What the f*ck…?” But it turns out James T. Kirk is a pretty good interviewer. Anyway, I recommend this show.
This is interesting because it’s no joke. And yet it is.
This just made me laugh. (h/t The Girl Who Hates Email Threads)
My new friend has intriguing taste in music. I like that.
Finally, our CAN softball tournament starts tomorrow. We’ll be rolling into the hotel around 7:45 am, checking in and getting ready for a 9 am game. I’m sure I’ll have some updates and photos and what not. The work boys are interested in the strange mythical creature known as “the beer truck.” Can’t wait to regale them with photos so they can see that it is exactly what they think it is.