Day 462
First, I want to thank those of you who commented on the last post. Comments mean the world to bloggers, because it tells us that people are actually reading what we write and enjoying it. I especially enjoy comments, because they let me know that I'm not just talking to myself. I have enough issues as it is.
Anyway, since I made public the discovery of my super powers and accepted the responsibility of using them for the good of humanity, I decided I should give some serious thought to my new role as a superhero. This contemplation yielded the following realizations.
Truths About Heroes and Villains
Villains are all about the Powerful.
Heroes are all about the Powerless.
Villains sacrifice others.
Heroes sacrifice themselves.
Villains threaten.
Heroes promise.
Villains want the credit
Heroes pay the price
Villains hide
Heroes seek
Villains enslave
Heroes enlist
Villains control
Heroes contribute
Villains terrorize
Heroes teach
Villains demand
Heroes deliver
Next I'll need a superhero name and an evil nemesis. I'm open to suggestions...
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Heroes and Villains
Day 461
I have a theory about heroes and villains. While villains are likely to be pycho or sociopathic, heroes are more likely to suffer from things like OCD.
Think about it, they already have super powers like super hearing, photographic memories, the ability to multitask and process superhuman amounts of simultaneous input, and they solve problems quickly so as not to be burdened by long periods of pointless concentration. In short, they have ADHD.
When my therapist and my shrink diagnosed me with both ADHD and OCD, I didn't see how this was possible. How can a person suffer from the inability to focus and organize while also being enslaved by the need to focus and organize every little thing? It's simple really, I have super powers.
I know it sounds a bit far fetched, but it explains so many things about me. For 37 years, I have carried the loneliness, inner turmoil, and angst that have plagued superheroes throughout history. I always thought it was my own special brand of insanity, some deficiency in my brain, or perhaps a plague of some sort reserved for those destined to suffer a particularly diabolical madness. Imagine my relief when I discovered that I wasn't tragically inflicted at all-- I was just a superhero.
When you boil it all down, I can either choose to see myself as debilitated and lacking because I'm not like everyone else or I can embrace the fact that I can do things other people can't. More often than not, my powers make me handy to have around and they tend to impress the kiddies.
So the way I see it, as long as I remember to use my powers for the good of mankind, I'll be fine. It's also handy to keep in mind that capes pose a choking hazard, spandex doesn't lie, and a good mask really helps pull off the secret identity thing.
So, fear not, good citizens, I vow to keep an ever-vigilant watch for danger, peril, certain doom, horseplay, monkeyshines, and shenanigans. Sleep soundly and rest assured that I will exhibit dogged determination and constant persistence (at least until something beeps or flashes). Puppies, kittens, and cute babies often pose a problem as well. Then there's the peanut butter thing...
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I have a theory about heroes and villains. While villains are likely to be pycho or sociopathic, heroes are more likely to suffer from things like OCD.
Think about it, they already have super powers like super hearing, photographic memories, the ability to multitask and process superhuman amounts of simultaneous input, and they solve problems quickly so as not to be burdened by long periods of pointless concentration. In short, they have ADHD.
When my therapist and my shrink diagnosed me with both ADHD and OCD, I didn't see how this was possible. How can a person suffer from the inability to focus and organize while also being enslaved by the need to focus and organize every little thing? It's simple really, I have super powers.
I know it sounds a bit far fetched, but it explains so many things about me. For 37 years, I have carried the loneliness, inner turmoil, and angst that have plagued superheroes throughout history. I always thought it was my own special brand of insanity, some deficiency in my brain, or perhaps a plague of some sort reserved for those destined to suffer a particularly diabolical madness. Imagine my relief when I discovered that I wasn't tragically inflicted at all-- I was just a superhero.
When you boil it all down, I can either choose to see myself as debilitated and lacking because I'm not like everyone else or I can embrace the fact that I can do things other people can't. More often than not, my powers make me handy to have around and they tend to impress the kiddies.
So the way I see it, as long as I remember to use my powers for the good of mankind, I'll be fine. It's also handy to keep in mind that capes pose a choking hazard, spandex doesn't lie, and a good mask really helps pull off the secret identity thing.
So, fear not, good citizens, I vow to keep an ever-vigilant watch for danger, peril, certain doom, horseplay, monkeyshines, and shenanigans. Sleep soundly and rest assured that I will exhibit dogged determination and constant persistence (at least until something beeps or flashes). Puppies, kittens, and cute babies often pose a problem as well. Then there's the peanut butter thing...
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Appreciate Your Idiots
Day 460
Do you know any bona fide idiots? By idiot I mean someone who, for some reason, just doesn't fit into the system we call normal or productive? Do you work with him? Are you related to her? Do they live next door?
You may only meet one or two of these people in your lifetime. You know, the ones who succeed by finding ways around the rules and refusing to give up on a dream because they believe with all their hearts that they are right.
These are the Samurai, the patriots, the warriors, the inventors, the poets, the ones who refuse to check their brain at any door, the ones who ask, "Why? and Why not?". They are the Idiots, and, without them, nothing innovative, unusual, or progressive ever happens.
Appreciate your idiot(s) tomorrow. They may perplex, frustrate, and confound you, but let's be honest, you love to follow them on their great adventures. Let them know you love them. We Idiots need that now and then.
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Do you know any bona fide idiots? By idiot I mean someone who, for some reason, just doesn't fit into the system we call normal or productive? Do you work with him? Are you related to her? Do they live next door?
You may only meet one or two of these people in your lifetime. You know, the ones who succeed by finding ways around the rules and refusing to give up on a dream because they believe with all their hearts that they are right.
These are the Samurai, the patriots, the warriors, the inventors, the poets, the ones who refuse to check their brain at any door, the ones who ask, "Why? and Why not?". They are the Idiots, and, without them, nothing innovative, unusual, or progressive ever happens.
Appreciate your idiot(s) tomorrow. They may perplex, frustrate, and confound you, but let's be honest, you love to follow them on their great adventures. Let them know you love them. We Idiots need that now and then.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Make Up Work
Day 359
I can't tell you how many times I pulled my grades out of a plummeting freefall by completing considerable amounts of eleventh hour make up work. You may recall these assignments given out of complete mercy to effectively pardon bright students who weren't troublesome or disrespectful, yet never seemed to work up to their unrealized potential. I survived on make up work and on the benevolence of the long-suffering teachers that accepted it. The revival of this blog is dedicated to those push-over softies who indulged my giftedness in the face of my complete lack of elbow grease.
Why do I share this? Because much of what will be written in the coming days and weeks will be the blogging equivalent to make up work. Therefore, please allow me to apologize to all of my industrious blogging friends who have remained faithful to their readers. I want you to know that I hold you in the highest esteem for your diligence and consistency. Hopefully, I will gain more of these positive qualities as I rededicate myself to writing this blog. Much has happened and there is ground to cover, so I hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me and tune back in. Sleep now, more later.
I can't tell you how many times I pulled my grades out of a plummeting freefall by completing considerable amounts of eleventh hour make up work. You may recall these assignments given out of complete mercy to effectively pardon bright students who weren't troublesome or disrespectful, yet never seemed to work up to their unrealized potential. I survived on make up work and on the benevolence of the long-suffering teachers that accepted it. The revival of this blog is dedicated to those push-over softies who indulged my giftedness in the face of my complete lack of elbow grease.
Why do I share this? Because much of what will be written in the coming days and weeks will be the blogging equivalent to make up work. Therefore, please allow me to apologize to all of my industrious blogging friends who have remained faithful to their readers. I want you to know that I hold you in the highest esteem for your diligence and consistency. Hopefully, I will gain more of these positive qualities as I rededicate myself to writing this blog. Much has happened and there is ground to cover, so I hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me and tune back in. Sleep now, more later.
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