17 October 2005

Smiles

So, its really funny how getting asked out (no matter how badly it is botched) can make you smile for days on end. I think so often we forget that there are people out there who like having us around. Whether its that friend from college who wants you to stop by the poker game with the guys or the guy who spends all morning trying to ask you to go to lunch "some day" or your roommate needing you around, even if its just to fix the vacuum cleaner. If I make one person's day just a little bit better by being a part of it, then its worth getting out of bed.

11 October 2005

Stress

I've gotta stop letting things stress me out.

Its funny sometimes how we all scurry about, fretting that we haven't done this or we only have two more hours until we have to do that. We all know that the world won't come to an end if we don't happen to get something done or check on the status of that other thing or show up to that event. But we let ourselves think that it will come to an end, because keeping ourselves psychotic 24/7 makes us feel as though we have a purpose in this life. I mean sure, there are some tasks that I feel I could approach or initiate better than anyone else, but that is probably true on a much smaller scale than I believe (I know I can be full of myself).

If something needs to get done, its gonna get done, whether I do it or not. There are gonna be people in this world that I don't like or I hate talking to, who I'm going to have to see and talk to (even with my poor english skills). Some of them I'll have to deal with on a regular basis at work, in the classroom, in my professional society, and even sometimes in the group of friends which I choose to spend my free time.

I always start to remember this when I get a cold. I usually get a cold shortly after returning from a stressful trip or finishing a stressful week of activities. I take this stuff so seriously all the time that its taking a toll on my body. But how do you just say to yourself, "Calm down, damnit"? It sounds so easy, but it isn't really. I have brief, shining moments where I really let my hair down and go with the flow and I usually look back on those moments and smile. You'd think that would be enough incentive to keep going.

Unfortunately, I always feel as though I'm bouncing around in this chaotic bubble and I see myself grasping at any bit of control I can find to find some relative position in the mess. Maybe I just need to find someone who is standing on solid ground to pull me out of the wreckage.