Seasons In The Sun Hands
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...I work in an office that resides in a building amongst a series of buildings that contain other offices. Prior to this, I spent eleven years in a self-contained office space where everyone all worked for the same company. Now, my office is next to the doctor who is next to the dentist who's across from the telemarketer who is upstairs from the realtor and on. It is basically a small collective of human ant farms where certain amenities are communal. A lot of people probably work in a similar environment.
Naturally, there are automatic annoyances that come with these situations. The most obvious one is the bathroom scenario. I have to call it a scenario because it is a wild west gamble of who, or worse, what. Odors aside, every encounter in the bathroom is awkward by extension of two people using the space simultaneously. It should be a law of nature that when you encounter anyone in the bathroom, you pretend to not see them. You dip your head in certain shame, act as if the other person doesn't see you and slink into your open slot and do your best to become invisible, never to speak of the incident.
Some people go out of their way to stretch beyond these borders and engage in conversation. Nothing can make the bathroom experience less bearable than standing at the urinal and having some strange guy use the one next to you. That changes exponentially for the worse when said guy says "Hey man! How's it going?" and then proceeds to ask questions about how to triumph over level 31 of Plants Versus Zombies.
Well, I would like to nominate a new persona to join the rank of the bathroom conversationalist - the hallway texter. The hallway texter could even be talking on their phone, but I find myself increasingly more irritated by people who stand in the middle of the hallway or near the bathroom door texting whomever. I can appreciate that a person needs to let their friend know that they have cell phone video proof of them beating their group keg stand record. Accomplishments are uplifting. That said, hovering in tight corridors to do so is begging for a toss down the elevator shaft.
...while listening to another podcast that I enjoy, there was a discussion about letting go of things. From what I remember, it was in reference to when in nerd culture a person has a concrete idea of how a character or story is and any deviation is a punishable offense. Anything from Batman would never do/say/wear that! to That's not MY Star Trek! As I listened in, it got me to thinking about other things.
I wrote in here about a week ago about the coming end of Justified. While it is one of my favorite series' of all time, I have no desire to see it hang around long enough for the writers to shoehorn a talking Yeti as Raylan's new partner. The best stories, bands, albums and more become so when they sign off at the right time. There's a reason that Mastodon Crack The Skye is so universally heralded as being a classic.
One thing I have learned personally in the past few years is that new good things always crop up to fill the void. I was deeply into the straight edge scene in the 1990's but at a certain point, my level of being jaded overtook my ability to fuel the former desire. It was at that point that I decided that I had my fun and my memories, but it was time to let go. Even as I peak in on happenings today, everything seems so fixated on nostalgia from the time I spent involved. Bands that I saw live back when they were really active are now popping up for reunions and one offs. Seeing this is a bit of a reminder that it's OK to let go.
I think this philosophy applies to anything. There are times I will think back on a girl I used to know and maybe even have some form of relationship with. Sometimes, I will dwell on the regrets of how it didn't pan out like I had hoped. However, this is all too easy when you have too much free time. Find something positive to fill that time with and those ghosts will fade back into the memory where they are best served. Sometimes, things just need to go away.
Read: Alec: The Years Have Pants by Eddie Campbell
Listen: The Joe Rogan Experience
Watch: The Colbert Report
...I work in an office that resides in a building amongst a series of buildings that contain other offices. Prior to this, I spent eleven years in a self-contained office space where everyone all worked for the same company. Now, my office is next to the doctor who is next to the dentist who's across from the telemarketer who is upstairs from the realtor and on. It is basically a small collective of human ant farms where certain amenities are communal. A lot of people probably work in a similar environment.
Naturally, there are automatic annoyances that come with these situations. The most obvious one is the bathroom scenario. I have to call it a scenario because it is a wild west gamble of who, or worse, what. Odors aside, every encounter in the bathroom is awkward by extension of two people using the space simultaneously. It should be a law of nature that when you encounter anyone in the bathroom, you pretend to not see them. You dip your head in certain shame, act as if the other person doesn't see you and slink into your open slot and do your best to become invisible, never to speak of the incident.
Some people go out of their way to stretch beyond these borders and engage in conversation. Nothing can make the bathroom experience less bearable than standing at the urinal and having some strange guy use the one next to you. That changes exponentially for the worse when said guy says "Hey man! How's it going?" and then proceeds to ask questions about how to triumph over level 31 of Plants Versus Zombies.
Well, I would like to nominate a new persona to join the rank of the bathroom conversationalist - the hallway texter. The hallway texter could even be talking on their phone, but I find myself increasingly more irritated by people who stand in the middle of the hallway or near the bathroom door texting whomever. I can appreciate that a person needs to let their friend know that they have cell phone video proof of them beating their group keg stand record. Accomplishments are uplifting. That said, hovering in tight corridors to do so is begging for a toss down the elevator shaft.
...while listening to another podcast that I enjoy, there was a discussion about letting go of things. From what I remember, it was in reference to when in nerd culture a person has a concrete idea of how a character or story is and any deviation is a punishable offense. Anything from Batman would never do/say/wear that! to That's not MY Star Trek! As I listened in, it got me to thinking about other things.
I wrote in here about a week ago about the coming end of Justified. While it is one of my favorite series' of all time, I have no desire to see it hang around long enough for the writers to shoehorn a talking Yeti as Raylan's new partner. The best stories, bands, albums and more become so when they sign off at the right time. There's a reason that Mastodon Crack The Skye is so universally heralded as being a classic.
One thing I have learned personally in the past few years is that new good things always crop up to fill the void. I was deeply into the straight edge scene in the 1990's but at a certain point, my level of being jaded overtook my ability to fuel the former desire. It was at that point that I decided that I had my fun and my memories, but it was time to let go. Even as I peak in on happenings today, everything seems so fixated on nostalgia from the time I spent involved. Bands that I saw live back when they were really active are now popping up for reunions and one offs. Seeing this is a bit of a reminder that it's OK to let go.
I think this philosophy applies to anything. There are times I will think back on a girl I used to know and maybe even have some form of relationship with. Sometimes, I will dwell on the regrets of how it didn't pan out like I had hoped. However, this is all too easy when you have too much free time. Find something positive to fill that time with and those ghosts will fade back into the memory where they are best served. Sometimes, things just need to go away.
Read: Alec: The Years Have Pants by Eddie Campbell
Listen: The Joe Rogan Experience
Watch: The Colbert Report
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