I figured I better write a few things down before I lose myself at the bottom of a bag of chips. Yeah, that is happening. Some days you just gotta stress eat. What stresses me out the most as of late is the peculiar disconnect I see happening between nearly everyone in my line of sight and reality.
It isn’t even about the same stuff.
Perhaps that is the real revelation. We all have stuff that we actively decide not to be real about. For example, when I go to the basketball practices I can watch the excitement coming off in waves from the coaches. I love the competitiveness and recognize it in myself as a coach, but every so often I take a step back and don’t coach–don’t get locked into that myopia of competition and practice. When I look up, I realize that these are kids playing rec ball. I think every coach ought to do that–ought to evaluate their goals and roles here. I mean, geez. Yesterday the coaches had my kids pushing a truck at the workout.
Meanwhile today I had the most peculiar interaction with the neighbor kid. This neighbor is one who recently married and the new lady isn’t very social. He wasn’t social to begin with–at least towards me, so adding her into the mix is like putting an eraser over the word ‘opportunity’. They didn’t exactly come a knocking today but we had a moment where the kid got out of the family truck, so me and my littlest talislegger tossing around a football and had a moment of clarity. In that moment he realized that a kid exactly his age and fun as heck lived right next door. I know this because he repeated it out loud. His mother responded by dragging him inside and shutting the garage door. Such is life.
Some Thoughts:
- There is one other dude on the facebook with my exact name. He lives in Indonesia, which is weird because neither my first nor last name is particularly indonesian and he is very indonesian. On the other hand, he appears to be muslim, which would explain the shared first name to some degree but the rest is so very random. So, what’s up, man?
- Finally watched the last episode of flash. Just odd. What makes the show so difficult for me is that it is a form of soft sci-fi but masquerades as hard science, especially in terms of the time stream. But when you look closer it falls apart, becoming little more than made up terms and unanswered questions. I’m getting frustrated.
- Haven’t had my boys for a week and the first day back they are so solidly amped and competing for private moments that the whole thing ended in disaster.
- Lost track of my dieting and the body has quickly returned to the fat quadrant.
- Been sleeping on the couch for a few nights while waiting for a much needed AC repair. My neck is jacked up beyond recognition.