6.726. Fog of War, Fog of Life

Life is war? Not exactly. Not at all, really. When I hear the stories of people who’ve been involved in actual battle or been bystanders or adjacent to horrible events (I’m thinking specifically about my French student who survived a terrorist attack by fleeing into the sea) I recognize how different from the drama of daily life this is and how unfair it actually is to complain about this life I’ve been blessed with. This is, however, not to say that there is no room for feeling sad or that the truth and energy behind those feelings can lead to hopelessness and even suicide. This is to say that both of these things are true, namely because of the fog that descends upon you when you’ve locked yourself into your own reality and the importance of that reality and the tiny and often nagging indicators of trouble within.

I live good.

I could live a great deal better. I could deal with things that bother me better if not for this fog of life that settles over me and makes me able to tolerate the daily routine and even come to appreciate it. The fog makes change feel bad. It makes me react negatively to slights by my kids and it allows me to settle into ruts that, frankly, are destructive in every possible way. Lately I’ve been letting work gather like dust upon my office floor. There is no rhyme or reason to this other than this is what I do when I am here. My partner has been working hard to change that–fighting against the culture of a household that is dedicated to leisure and the pursuit of sameness at all costs.

I need to choose what I want my life to be and have the courage to generate the energy to break free of the Fog. I need to get up and get moving and get myself right. I am getting too old for this shit.

6.725. Reflections on a Thursday Night (Football)

The Cardinals are playing in the background, and I am thinking about the fantasy draft my boys and I are about to undertake. We are doing a Legends league in which we will start with a Legends draft and from there focus on solid player development and draft classes from the Owner’s Box. It should be a fun one, with the first season being completely simulated, setting us up for a start with free agency and new team names. One of the cooler parts of Madden is the ability to relocate your squad, and we expect to explore that to the fullest.

Interacting through games keeps us all together. With the first born up in college it is the only way to connect and play on a regular basis. We find joy in each other this way, and I am looking forward to getting it going. As for our last league? I learned quickly that I’m getting old and they have more time and energy to devote to the game and locate the glitches that help them take advantage of me –and each other. The game is largely about glitches and speed anymore, and I lacked both. I won some games, but I only ever beat one of the three kids in that two season sim. Now, with access to players like Prime Time, I expect to even the field.

At least I hope to…