Hi! I keep looking out the window because Ash and I have plans to go out on a boat cruise tonight for happy hour and I want the weather to hold. It will mark the first time I’ve been on the water since I moved here and that’s just unacceptable. Especially since I grew up coming here for the summer and hanging out on my g-pa’s boat and yet haven’t been able to cruise the Potomac over the last few years. Hopefully that oversight will be corrected this evening. I think we’re going to try to hit J. Paul’s for dinner after since we generally have good luck with getting a table there. Beerfest is tomorrow and then the DAWGS play the Vols. To my Vol family: you know I love you. I hope we beat the stink off you. Especially in light of that weird alcohol enema thing. What the hell was that? Anyway, moving on because I just saw a dude shoot himself in the head on Fox News. Yes, you heard that correctly. Dear Lord.
So, something’s been occurring to me: Angry people are mean. I’m really sorry you don’t like yourself or your parents or you had a bad hair day or are just incapable of realizing that you don’t have it all that bad when considering that there are people in the world who can’t walk or hear or lose their children to disease or live in abject poverty. But I get that it’s totally reasonable for you to be this much of a prick/bitch out of frustration. It’s kinda sad though. This is also sad (from my recent reading):
Pathological envy – the second deadly sin – is a compounded emotion. It is brought on by the realisation of some lack, deficiency, or inadequacy in oneself. It is the result of unfavourably comparing oneself to others: to their success, their reputation, their possessions, their luck, their qualities. It is misery and humiliation and impotent rage and a tortuous, slippery path to nowhere. The effort to break the padded walls of this self-visited purgatory often leads to attacks on the perceived source of frustration.
There is a spectrum of reactions to this pernicious and cognitively distorting emotion:
Subsuming the Object of Envy through Imitation
Some narcissists seek to imitate or even emulate their (ever changing) role models. It is as if by imitating the object of his envy, the narcissist becomes that object. So, narcissists are likely to adopt their boss’ typical gestures, the vocabulary of a successful politician, the dress code of a movie star, the views of an esteemed tycoon, even the countenance and actions of the (fictitious) hero of a movie or a novel.
In his pursuit of peace of mind, in his frantic effort to alleviate the burden of consuming jealousy, the narcissist often deteriorates to conspicuous and ostentatious consumption, impulsive and reckless behaviours, and substance abuse.
Destroying the Frustrating Object
Other narcissists “choose” to destroy the object that gives them so much grief by provoking in them feelings of inadequacy and frustration. They display obsessive, blind animosity and engage in a compulsive acts of rivalry often at the cost of self-destruction and self-isolation.
Okay, other things and stuff while I continue to meditate on seeking out people who aren’t like the above few paragraphs. My friend Charlie says that for someone so opinionated I do let people shit on me more than he would expect. He thinks I need to channel my inner buddha. I keep telling him that being sassy doesn’t mean I’m hard-hearted. But I do have a line. Once when I was in elementary school there was a girl who picked on me every day because she was a little rich girl and I wore my sister’s (and brother’s. I know…) hand-me-downs. She made fun of me every day for months. Actually, it was a full year. Until one day I snapped. I have a clear memory of sitting on her chest slapping her in the face, crying the whole time. Seriously, it was just like that scene in A Christmas Story. God Bless my recess teacher. He knew the score and covered for me. I wish other people that I trusted to do that would do the same. But then I guess if there’s nothing in it for some people you can’t expect them to be decent. Digressing. :
On that same subject, do you see yourself here? Is that good?
Found out recently that my Pops was in plays in high school. You’re in good company George…
Remy hits the nail on the head again. Look for the Nyan Cat.
My cousin posted this recipe from the homeland — well, the language is Polish but is REALLY close to the Slovak my g-ma spoke so…Anyway, it looks delicious and I’m going to try it.
Stella. Miss you girl.
So, this looks pretty good. Dig the soundtrack.:
Awesome idea for no slip socks I sent my sis-in-law (the Vol who will lose tomorrow). She liked it and that made me very happy.
So, if I recall, the Hispanic Leadership Fund (good group of people there) has some data that suggests that low-income folks actually DO have cell phones en masse. They prefer to spend their resources on cell phones over traditional computer equipment or even bill payments like cable, etc. In other words, it is erroneous to suggest they NEED this “important program.” Will people take a free phone? Sure. And speculation around the office is that they may be able to offset their minutes through some handy-dandy, newly enabled and legal, text-message donations. Brilliant. Also, creepy.
My friend Connors has a knack for the sportswriting.
Final thought: life ebbs and flows and some days are good and others have a little rain. But find joy in the fact that you do not take joy in the misery of others and you do not feel the need to trample others underfoot in order to feel powerful and in control. And that you have zero use for commas.