I relish the struggle and despise those who don’t feel likewise. Patience is an excuse. Weakness is a plague. Even in ruin everything you touch should be made better.
Consider me a regretfully polite asshole who basks in indifference and seeks out discomfort. My philosophy has been hard to maintain yet impossible to mask. I’m obsessively critical and highly opinionated. In other words, opinions are my own and often offend.
You can do better.
I don’t have a picture handy to shout out my wife for mothers’ day, so instead I’ll just point out how she managed to sleep in, run a 5k and then make a massive home cooked brunch for the family before the kids could even utter, “I’m hungry.” Then she had the nerve to thank us for an awesome mothers day morning.
Every now and then I start to reply to something or someone, either verbally or written, and stop myself. I recant or delete said reply and move on. Typically, because I don’t feel like dealing with the “OMGs” that follow. Which if you know me, is a tad bit out of character. It’s then that I’m reminded, that I’m so much meaner than most think I am.
I vet every potential “friendship”. Thinking of random situations in completely new places where I know no one except this potential “friend” and think ‘How would this person react if __________ occurs.” If I’m not happy with that guestimated reaction, then we can’t be friends. We’re at most, acquaintances.
They say, you are who you associate with. Then I’m…
After receiving a slide on mobile statistics… this happened.
Me
This doesn’t make sense. How are 75% of mobile users on Android, but any our site statistics say 90%+ of mobile is iOS? I mean really, what are all you Android users doing with your phones?
Working.
Me
Damnit. I have to post this.
Revenge is godly.
Originally written in 2009.
This is a two year old post, I never fleshed out and posted. Cleaning up my drafts and posting this… thought, now.
A friend tweeted a quote from John Mayer, “Power is made by power being taken.” The quote intrigued me as I struggled to identify a metaphor or symbol for power itself.
I first thought of power as energy, but energy is created through force. Not taken, but extracted from something else. Like converting the waves of the ocean into energy inside a battery. The waves in the ocean are no less potent after this transfer or creation of power.
Power is like diamonds. Plentifully in supply, but hoarded by few for personal gain. Or like residential property, arbitrarily valued based on how much those who inhabit it want to vet their neighbors. Or better yet, like pain, it’s significance is relative.