We’ve all heard the term honesty is the best policy. Since we are tiny tots hell bent on getting our fair share of cookies and milk, we are taught to tell the truth, do the right thing… blah freaking blah.
But then one day, we are taught to fib, to lie, to bend the truth a little. We are taught that even though little Rosie is being a total selfish brat, we should smile and play along.
Ok, so which is it? And when did all this political correctness crap start anyway?
Yesterday I was driving up the street (no, not down) and this chic, probably in her early twenties, decides to start moseying across the middle of the street. Never mind there are four lanes of traffic coming at her in both directions. She didn’t dash, or jog or move in any expeditious manner. She moseyed. Strolled. Snailed along.
So there I am cruising along doing about 2 miles under the speed limit and I and three other lanes of traffic have to slow down so she can get across. In my sick, twisted mind I punch the gas for like less than a second (I know, I know, I am going to hell) and then let up.
I say to my boyfriend in the car: “Should I punch it?” As I give the car gas and then immediately let off.
My boyfriend asked me what the hell was the matter with me. Of course, I got defensive.
“ME?! What the hell is the matter with her?”
“Ok, so she gets to cross in the middle of the street basically breaking the law and if I hit her for whatever reason, I am the guilty one because I didn’t have control of my vehicle. Never mind the fact that she SHOULD. NOT. BE. IN. THE. MIDDLE OF THE STREET!!” Yeah, I over-reacted … a lot.
It felt good to freak out, and I would never run someone over with my car. I have certainly made a metal note to keep some thoughts to myself. Because, believe it or not, sometimes honesty is not the best policy.
Maybe being politically correct does have some benefits, after all.
So, sorry lady for trying to scare the begeebees out of you. On a “could have been worse” note, I could have been flying down the road yapping on my cellphone and not even seen you.
Is there anything that really gets under your skin that, looking back, you over-reacted to?
We were surfing the TV for entertainment yesterday evening and we came upon: 500 Days Of Summer. I watched this movie once before. Basically, it is a boy meets girl, girl destroys boys heart, boy can’t figure out why type of movie. It is definitely a character driven plot, which I tend to find boring most of the time. I like this one.
The theme to the movie, which I (and probably everyone else that watched it ’til the end) is fate. I won’t give the end of the movie away, but it definitely triggered a one way philosophical conversation in my mind…
Fate vs. Coincidence
Some of us believe in fate.
FATE: something that unavoidably befalls a person; fortune; lot … or… to predetermine, as by the decree of fate; destine.
Was it fate that I was in a motorcycle accident in 2007 which led to a snowball of events that turned my life into a sea of amazement? I’m not sure… I like to think that I have some sort of hand in the things that happen in my life….
Some of us think everything is a coincidence.
COINCIDENCE: a striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance.
Was the accident just some morbid coincidence that left me scarred and slightly broken.. not to mention screwed over by a big name corporation when it came to taking care of me…? If not for the mounting on the pole, I’d not have gone in search of a different job. My search took me away from Auto Parts Delivery Chick, making just over minimum wage to Administrative Assistant, making twice the prior.
I could cite a thousand different scenarios and ask coincidence or fate… which do you believe?
I’m not sure if you heard although I have pretty much told everyone. I entered a contest of sorts for an opportunity as a guest editor for Cycle World Magazine, one of the top leading motorcycle magazines in the country. All I had to do was write a little quip about why I would be the best candidate along with my networking info (Facebook, Twitter, etc). What I got if selected was a date with a 2011 Kawasaki Ninja 1000 motorcycle for 90 days. A free ride for the summer. Sweet!
I entered and forgot about it. Imagine my excitement when I opened my inbox a few weeks ago to discover out of all the entrants, I am one of the chosen ten.
Yes, I screamed. Yes, I did a happy dance. And yes, I told everyone I could find… even complete strangers at my second job.
I got the bike on Friday, May 27. It is so beautiful!
I have had it a week. And I am learning some things.
1) Know What Is Ahead
It is so important to get to know something before you take it for a ride. A car, a motorcycle, a relationship. These types of things cannot be rushed into. We have to get to know the situation just incase any surprises pop up. Like say a deer in the path of my vehicle or a bit of a temper in a new mate. There is no such thing as knowing too much. When I first got the Ninja, I made sure I sat on it for a bit and really got to know the bike.
2) Power Is Not Overrated
This bike has mad power. At first I was a little intimidated by this force. But as I am getting to know the bike (see above) I am respecting its power and realizing that power is definitely not overrated. The bike, whose name is THOR, and I are bonding as the days pass and we dig each other. It is packed with torque, which at first I did not like. As Thor and I bond, I grow fond of the torque.
3)Confidence Is The Ultimate Accessory
Weren’t expecting that one, were ya now? I say this because I was pretty nervous when I first got this bike. I have only ridden a Ninja 500 for the last four years or so and a Suzuki GS 750 for a wee bit before that. I noticed that when racked with nerves, my riding sucks. If my confidence is shot, so are my skills. Second guessing is always a bad idea, especially on a motorcycle.
In the past week, Thor and I did not get in as much ride time as I would have liked, but we did get in a few hundred miles. I have to get to the 600 mark so that I can take it in for a first service and then get back out on the road.
Yep yep… we’ve heard it a hundred times. We’ve seen a hundred movies. Movies about the end of the world, 2012, zombies. It never ends! And we fall for this constantly. Maybe it is because as human beings, we need the stimulation. Like a world full of drama queens, except this is a little more serious than a broken nail and a backstabbing girlfriend.
Some say that in this apocalypse that the good will be spared and that the bad and unrepentant will be cast into hell. Some say that it will be a zombie party and the living doomed to death or eternal living death.
Well, I am prepared! I have the Zombie Survival Guide Page A Day Calendar! I thought that having this calendar would be a great asset to surviving a zombie apocalypse or any other type of disaster. It has all types of goodies and tips like getting up the steps and getting rid of said steps, how to obliterate a zombie (essential!), what kinds of weapons to use. Damn if I didn’t throw away the first four months of pages!
If you need any help in preparing for Zombies, or any other disaster, I heartily suggest watching Zombieland with Woody Harrelson. If you have seen it, watch it again. Not only is it amusing, it is full of tips! The classic “double tap” of course. In any movie before Zombieland, we’ve seen the protagonist shoot or stab the antagonist and walk away assuming said bad guy was dead. This left the audience yelling at the screen, frustrated that the protagonist did not make sure the bad guy was dead.
The double tap put this faux pas to rest. I’ll leave the rest to the movie, but the double tap is paramount!
Also… very important to make sure all bases are covered. If you are going to stay inside, for Pete’s sake make sure you have all the essentials! This is where having a case of Twinkies is great! They keep for years (hopefully you won’t need the Twninksters to keep that long) and they taste great! The bad news is that you won’t be able to wash them down with an ice-cold glass of milk. Also, if you have canned food (and I am sure you will) make sure you have a manual can opener. An electric can opener is as useless as… well, anything utterly useless.
It is in disastrous times we tend to realize how useless technology really is. In times of catastrophe and the world overtaken by zombies, craft and skill of the survival kind are necessary.
So dig deep into your guttural souls, dearies. It is survival of the fittest.
You walk into a pool hall, a bowling alley or a casino for the first time. All brand new and shiny, you are awed. You take your first break of the rack, throw the bowling ball down the lane for the first time, or you bet it all on black.
WINNER! WINNER! WINNER!
Wow, this is easy! You think.. but then you actually do start to think. And then before you know it, you are scratching on the pool table or sinking the 8 ball prematurely. Your bowling ball keeps gravitating to the gutter and you’re pretty sure you should leave the casino before you sign your kids over to the roulette wheel dealer.
Every time we over think something, we destroy the creativity and naturalness of what is to be.
Let’s take writing our plot for our story or blog. We break it down into small pieces in an outline. We have topics, sub topics, and then we have all the goodies to stuff inside. I don’t know about you… but when it comes to writing fiction, I have to leave the outline right in front of my face. I am still working on how to get it so that it is a transparent film over top of my computer screen. Like back in the day with those projector screens in school. As if!
Over thinking has been the creation of my demise. Kind of an oxymoron, but I think you get the gist. I get a simple idea, and then before I know it, I am adding too much sugar, taking out a lot of salt, and voila! I have some nasty concoction that was once awesome.
Of course we have to have characters, a plot, a sub lot, and all the other cream that gets stuffed inside. Easy… one thing at a time. Outlines help me out because I have a tendency to travel on one road and then I see a little offshoot, and before I know it, I am writing ten pages about the sub plot (which is starting to interfere with the main plot) and.. wait, what was I writing about? How did this purple Smurf get in here? Damn my over thinking!
Sometimes we need something along the lines of a purple Smurf. Maybe your purple Smurf has a dog named Vlad that shoots flames out of his paws. Who knows. It is good to have a scratch pad or something to the side (I do this.. it gets the distractions out of my head) to doodle your cockamamie ideas.
You never know…. getting it out of your over active imagination might lead you to something big! For today, there is only do, or do not. There is no over thinking.
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