Posts tagged emotional maturity
Dateline: By now, from reading Overheard, Pt.1, Pt.2., you know I’m working away at the Professional Bull Riders Rock Bar. I’m on a barstool slugging back coffee and tapping my laptop, surrounded by partiers who are not in Las Vegas to edit a manuscript. Periodically, one of them whacks me on the back and tells me to stop with the laptop, that Vegas is for partying. As the night continues and my ‘friends’ drink and drink, those whacks are harder and harder. I order a glass of iced wine to numb the friendly encouragement.
To make sense of the More >
Dateline: Las Vegas Paris Sportsbook International Branch Office. Just put my twenty on my team to win over 59 games this season. Usually, I put my twenty on them to win the pennant. Odds 500 to 1. I’m pretty sure the bet taker doesn’t even register my bet. The cashier merely winks at his co-workers and pockets the money. But this time I could bet only on them winning 59 out of 162 games. Happy Dance.
Dateline: Dateline: the Big Thicket State Forest. Really. I can promise that this retreat spot is “big,” because there is no Starbucks within reasonable driving distance. Pizza delivery is but a distant dream. It’s a “thicket,” because I’m surrounded by tall trees spewing allergens in a bonfire pattern. (Kind reader, as you might suspect, this wasn’t my idea and this will not be the last you hear of this weekend of terror.)
Stress. Get a Grip, More >
Get a Grip, Part 3
Dateline: St. David’s North Austin Medical Center Mobile International Branch Office. Currently I’m waiting to be fitted with one of those hideous, heavy boots. Why do I burden you, kind reader, with this minutia?
Because I am the poster child for the Stress Prone Personality (SPP) of the GET A GRIP Series.
Back in early November, I had an “event” on the first day of a week in San Francisco. I’m at the medical center because I approached the event (stupid jump off a boulder) More >
Dateline: North Austin Medical Center. Not my second home yet. But close to being my second DFW Airport.
Set-up: To bring you up to speed, check the Banquet of Consequences.
So, I’m in the office of the gastro-enterologist. He’s showing me pictures of the ulcers in my esophagus and stomach. (Professional driver. Do not try this at home.) I lean in and brightly ask, “Didn’t you mean to say that a very tiny percentage of people end up with a fatal self-inflicted pizza bomb?”
That’s when he started thumbing through medical books to provide me More >
Set-up: After buying supplies (Must read Nutjob, Part 1, to know exactly the list.) I stop at the end of the checkers counter and prepare to re-bag my groceries. You do that, right?
Because, you know how willy-nilly these baggers can be with their youth and devil-may-care attitude. Kids today.
That’s okay though. I don’t mind re-doing the job at the end of the counter next to the real bagger guy who isn’t, at this point, exactly my friend. (I think it had something to do More >
There’s a nutjob in every crowd. If you can’t spot the nutjob, you are the nutjob.
Remember the Basic Self—Pseudo Self dilemma? For most of us, when we are teens, we are willing to devote much of our money, time, and energy on our appearance or Pseudo Self. For most of us, the percentage we are willing to give up to More >