My microwave just stopped before the popcorn was done popping, and the corn excitedly continued to pop as the oven turned off. I have gained a new respect for women. The other day I discovered that I was on a website which analyzes and quantifies my Twitter account. I thought, really, is that necessary? Then I realized that my bitterness derives from not being in very good standing within the provided statistics. A sign on the wall just fell on my head as I lied down for bed, now I am awake trying not to eat my roommates food. Self control, very weak.
Eh, it’s not so much that I think people are not motivated but more so the idea that they aren’t purposeful. A team of colleagues I met with this afternoon demonstrated this perfectly. People normally get selected to power because they assert to a specific goal or position. Motives can’t be filtered but come on, if you are going to be part of an important position then be damn happy you were selected to fill it. Most of the time I am better suited to do other peoples jobs and often impress my will upon others. It’s natural.
Garage sale continues tomorrow, as I watch the elderly population pick through the limited inventory and complain half-heartedly about the prices or lack of community involvement. Later on I plan to get together with the same group of people as mentioned above for roadside clean up.
Nowadays, it is common to fall into what I like to call the “TMI syndrome”. Recently in my research towards transferring undergraduate universities I found a nice resource that provides feedback on just about every university in the United States. This website had critical reviews based on the social, academic, and dorm lives of the colleges I was prospecting in the southeast. Throughout the different collections of responses many of them were radical. As I spent over an hour browsing different colleges the realization came to me that no one review really gave an accurate view of reality. The experiences combined of all of these people were statistically analyzed to give a letter grade to the school, as some claimed greatness and others warned to stay away.
Knowledge and preparation is an advantage of the internet in the modern age but can hinder natural gut instincts about decisions. When I shelter myself from every mistake I become incapable of handling life as it comes. Consumer reports are popular for buyers and I myself have been saved from cheap imported merchandise by Amazons review system. A few times I was deterred completely from purchasing certain products because of their negative feedback and this occasionally made me wonder what it would have been like, had I purchased the product.
Decisions I make are affected by my own touch of TMI. It can take me twice as long to make a choice because of my expectations for perfection. Sadly there is no such thing as perfect and I often think I need a wild mob of people to scream it into my ear as an occasional reminder. A lot of friends that I speak with on a daily basis have trouble motivating themselves to take action. I used to think this was just part of the welcoming kit to being a 20-something, until I found mature adults with the same setbacks. Lately I try my hardest to average out the options and take as much advice as I can without letting it become domineering.
Information is a good thing. However, learn to know when too much info, is too much info. Nike got it right when they said, “Just do it.”
After discovery of my own personal perspiration debacle, I have finally discovered a solution. Underarm guards. Unique to say the least, these harnesses are designed to prevent perspiration from falling down the bottom of your arm pit onto the shirt you are wearing. By furnishing two socks to a piece of webbing and using rivets to fasten them together this garment is worn as a sort of deodorant undewear. The tutorial address provided above gives us all a chance to hide this embarrassing problem that more Americans than are willing to admit, have. My question is, how the hell can you wear this inconspicuously?
