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  • Monthly Archives: September 2022

    • Self Belief

      Posted at 4:31 pm by kayewer, on September 24, 2022

      We have all given ourselves a pep talk or two (hundred) these past few years, mostly to get ourselves through some stressful moments. The lack of improvement in what has caused the stress hasn’t made it any easier to try to perk ourselves up, because our efforts to try and make ourselves feel better seem to be devoid of any validity.

      Our commercials are placing a lot of emphasis on chasing our dreams and accepting who we are as individuals. Even dog food ads promote lives well-lived, for the canines as well as their humans. The problem is that even the bad guys chase their dreams and accept who they are as individuals. Whether they see it or not, they’re wrong. We can’t seem to be able to stop them. Which adds to our own stress and the need for more pep talks.

      Sometimes the rewards for being good people seem to take forever to appear, while the bad people receive almost instant gratification. We have to remind ourselves that bad people get a lot of rewards quickly because the rewards themselves are meaningless. They tend to pursue the same reward, get it again and again, and are never happy with what they received. The rewards good people receive are fulfilling, meaningful and humbling. Compare the evil overlord who defeats yet another army, to the underling among his army who returns home to spouse and children, and you will see the truth of it. The overlord goes on to defeat another army, and another, until none are left or defeat fells them. The underling has the warmth of hearth and home to receive him back, while the overlord rarely returns home.

      Prior to any type of competitive event, the masses on either side tend to perform rituals to psych themselves for what is coming. There is self-inflating chanting and encouraging words, whether it’s a battle of hundreds against hundreds or many against a handful. We reinforce our daily lives with talk of self-worth and, whether we win or lose, we regroup and start again later.

      The bad people have it rougher, because their pep talks are often laced with words to turn self-doubt and fear into hatred for the “other guy.” Good people talk about playing to their own strengths, ensuring an honorable match and a desire to win. The key word is desiring a win, not making it a coup to wipe out the other side at all costs.

      The true victories are not in making oneself seem greater by eliminating those who are not yourself, but in knowing who you are and who they are, and you both manage to live your lives anyway. You should not have to lie to yourself to feel better. Just have a little pep talk about how you can succeed because you are strong, resilient and able.

      The face in the mirror is always the one you have to face in life, so make sure that face staring back at you is an honorable one.

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    • Field Trip

      Posted at 2:57 pm by kayewer, on September 18, 2022

      I just returned from a car ride that took a total of ten hours and about six hundred miles to complete. Some people do that in an RV all the time, but I’m not an RV person. I just sat down in my typical vanilla four-door gas-powered vehicle, with a bottle of beverage and the directions by my side, and headed out early in the morning.

      I was reminded of Tom Hanks’ character in the movie The Terminal. He traveled to New York from a foreign country, simply to obtain an autograph, but ended up spending months trapped at the airport because his home country lost its international recognition status due to a political coup. Even though I was only traveling through another state, my purpose was similar: I was going to a gift shop for a specific purchase, and I had no expectations of being detained or prevented going home again. Still, some people would find that frivolous. I call it adventure.

      The drive was one of the most pleasant I’ve had in forty years. The early fall foliage met my view every hour, with barely cloudy skies and the sun at my back. I went through four mountain tunnels, saw plenty of cattle, goats, horses and deer, and huge stretches of nothing but farm country and bucolic barns and silos dotting the background. I drank when my ears popped, shifted in the seat at least twice an hour, and stayed away from the rest areas except for the one time I had to fuel up.

      The only major hiccup I experienced was the act of having to pump my own gas, being from a full service region. Still I managed, after figuring out not reading the directions on the pump was the way to go. It was also unusual to not need a toll road ticket. Apparently the cameras captured my vehicle plates and they’ll bill me. That will not be a surprise I look forward to in the mail, because I figured it out, and the cost was the equivalent of something else I could have bought at the gift shop.

      Still, the visit was worth every cent, especially since using the toll road took an hour or more from my drive time. I drove up one winding road and down another and came upon my destination, tucked neatly into the mountainous middle of nowhere, and I was met by friendly people who remembered I had called the week before and were happy to see me. I’m not even the furthest-traveled, I learned, because some folks came from two states away to visit regularly.

      That’s when you know you’re from a dedicated group of people.

      So it’s a day later and I’m tired and behind on most of my usual weekend projects. My plan is to reward my car with an oil change, and to not drive more than ten miles the rest of the week.

      I wonder it it would be worth trying a non-toll road for the next excursion?

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    • A Week To Remember

      Posted at 4:43 pm by kayewer, on September 10, 2022

      This past week was quite eventful. The first of the month fell on a Thursday before a holiday weekend in the US (Labor Day), and Friday through Monday were lost days for most of us. Once Tuesday began, things began happening in a rush. I was no exception.

      The first thing that happened to me when I started work was I read an email from somebody posting anonymously who told us the obscene version of “get lost” because they didn’t like our recent commercial. Whomever you are, don’t blame us; blame the ad agency. Besides, if we did “get lost,” who would there be for you to unload your cowardly invective upon? Next time, actually list your email so we can at least thank you for taking the time to cuss us out on the first work day after a holiday.

      The second thing that happened to me before my Wednesday even started was the sound of knocking on my front door at 7:28 in the morning, before my alarm even went off (it rings at 7:30). It was an installer who should have been visiting at 1:00 in the afternoon. I just hope nobody was waiting at 7:30 elsewhere for a no-show.

      The third thing that happened to me was my emergence from my no television experiment. I actually went twelve days, spending my Monday holiday writing instead of viewing reruns (see last week’s entry). When I finally did turn the morning show on, I didn’t feel that I had missed anything. The shootings didn’t stop, school started, and it was raining as if the heavens were weeping for us. It had been so long since we’d had rain, it seemed more inconvenient than usual, especially since it was the start of school.

      Next came the exterminator, who was taken aback by the volume of school children walking down out street after having been dismissed early on their first day. I explained that we had two high schools nearby (I didn’t mention the elementary schools). The week’s deluge was followed by appointments, meetings, organizing several virtual office events, and plowing into the fall norm as if summer hadn’t put us in a state of blissful ignorance.

      To cap off the week, Queen Elizabeth II died.

      The week really did tax all of us. It was the first “first week of fall” in two years that was nearly normal, and we weren’t ready for it. At least it is out of our systems now. Let’s hope the rest of the year is kinder.

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    • TV Down

      Posted at 5:53 pm by kayewer, on September 3, 2022

      I decided to try an experiment and not turn on my television. I am in day ten now. Yes, I have not watched my television in ten straight days.

      Maybe I picked a good week to try not turning on the television, since the fall season is coming and most networks are in reruns, but I’m one of those summer season followers, so I’ve missed four shows, and because I missed another one when I was watching, I have to binge watch two episodes of that one.

      The lack of background noise while the TV was off was startling at first, but then instead of listening to stock episodic music from the regular programming and bickering commentary on the talk shows, I began to appreciate the peace of it. One network apparently found a sponsor in a laxative company, so their ad runs at least twice per half hour. I didn’t miss hearing it.

      In the old days of television, silence meant a break before a commercial came on or something happened with the signal. Today, the noise between programs and commercials is constant, but there can still be silence if the signal is interrupted. That’s when the phone starts ringing at the cable company.

      Anyway, I’ve decided that ten days is sufficient, so I will resume watching tomorrow, and I’ll keep the remote handy to mute the laxative commercial.

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