That’s really what it feels like I’m doing with my life, often times.
I feel like I can be a part of any kind of crowd or scene, but never really settle in.
So when it feels like I can’t settle in, I get up and start wandering again.
Tag: observations
Is commitment the key to greatness?
Generally, when I think about myself and what I’m doing with my life, I like to think of myself as a pretty versatile person. My interests are pretty varied, and I like to think that having versatility in my knowledge, talents and things I like to do is a good thing, and I still do think such holds to be true.
But at the same time, I don’t particularly think I’m necessarily the greatest at any one thing I do on a fairly regularly basis. I work out every day, but I’m not massively muscular, chiseled or have unlimited stamina. I play League of Legends on a fairly regular basis, but I’m not going really reach a level where I could become a professional or anything. I make stuff for a living, but aside from the attempts to be humble about it, I know I’m not the greatest graphic designer on the planet. I’m a pretty involved baseball fan, and still do a decent bit of baseball-related writing on a regular basis, but I’m not really going to get to a point where I could brog about baseball for a living, or make my own publications.
Long story short, I’m involved with several things, dabble in many, but I don’t necessarily think I’m truly great at anything in particular. And sometimes I wonder if I want to be great at something, I need to fully commit to it, and give it my primary and majority attention and effort.
It’s not called “Challenger” without reason
I’m sitting at a stop light, and a Dodge Challenger pulls up in the lane to the right of me. As the driver evidently lives his life a quarter mile at a time, when the light turns green, he takes off, leaving me behind. But not before I noticed the fuel cap on the vehicle.
Clearly, the only way I knew it was the fuel cap was because it was clearly marked FUEL, and not because it was located on the rear quadrant of the vehicle LIKE 98% OF CONSUMER VEHICLES.
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Spatial genius
It baffles (read: usually aggravates) me how completely unaware people are of their surroundings at any given time. Like in the picture above, I’m dumbfounded at how people are so incapable of judging distance, that they are completely incapable of being able to use a drive-thru ATM through normal means, and have to resort to this embarrassing and more time-consuming exercise of opening their door and practically standing at the apparatus. Not only can I maneuver whatever vehicle I’m driving to where I can competently use an ATM from the driver’s seat, I can get within two inches of the point where my rear-view mirror would collide with the wall. I’m like fucking Takumi from Initial D when it comes to my spatial awareness.
But it’s not just in cars; simply walking around is often a grating experience based on people who have zero awareness, zero peripheral vision, and zero sense when it comes to their surroundings. I’m in a store, and some asshole is walking backward, or doesn’t seem to grasp that I can’t pass him/her in the aisle because they’re simply taking up too much space. I alter my walking routes and I’m always thinking on the fly on how to get from point A to point B, not necessarily the most expedient and the fastest, but often times the path of least resistance. If I have to take a wide berth so I don’t collide with a group of people walking side-by-side-by-side, I’ll take it, or if I see people that are likely not paying attention, I’ll do my best to avoid them.
Affirmative failure to act upon equality
Instead of bitching about how much I hate PowerPoint again, I thought about the root of the cause for my hatred: I work with people that think PowerPoint is the greatest fucking concept on the planet. When I delve deeper and think about these people, I come to the conclusion that I work with people wholly unqualified, uneducated, and incapable of their positions, which begs to eventually ask the question of how these people got their jobs. And the answer to that, is sadly the easiest to hypothesize.
I recently read an article about how in Fulton County, the current workforce diversity breakdown currently stands at 83% black, 9% white, with the remaining 6% being “other,” AKA Asians and Hispanics. I live in Fulton County. Fulton County is pretty large overall, so these same statisticians saw it fit to isolate and examine just the City of Atlanta, which is within Fulton County. And within Atlanta itself, it breaks down to 75% black, 9% white, and 16% other.
RPG logic lol
For some reason, I was thinking about the original Final Fantasy, the super difficult original one on the NES when you didn’t recruit four black belts and spam your way through the game. The game was so difficult, that while trying to grind out levels and gold in one of the many ogre/creep forests, I got to a point where I was LITRALLY. Going back to town and using the inn after every single battle.
By this logic, at least three years worth of in-game days were consumed just so I could buy Steel Armor and CUR3 and FIR3, while Garland was probably getting tired of waiting for the Warriors of Light to just fucking show up already so he could begin his time cycle of destrucity.
RPG logic is funny like that; your characters are already supposedly the “chosen ones” or “destined soldiers” or at least the most skilled and qualified persons to be going on all these world-saving quests. You’d think that they should kind of _come_ with all the experience and gear they needed to do their job, but instead we as the players have to spend endless hours and countless in-game days to develop our characters as if they were newborn babies. Figure that.
Yes, this was an update to my facebook at one point, but I liked it enough to brog it. Deal.
When did Deadpool become so popular?
Back in like 1992 or 1993 is when I got into comic books. Naturally, like most kids of that era, it was X-Men that proved to be the gateway into comic-nerd-dom forevermore, and it wasn’t really long before I would blow loads and loads of my parents’ money on comic book related shit, in hopes of getting X-Men related crap.
I bought the entire set of X-Men Series One trading cards (minus the oddly-rare Iceman card) from a classmate for $15, which was a gargantuan amount in the fifth grade. I remember being all thrilled to seeing all the cards of the characters I recognized like Gambit and Wolverine, as well as the lusty excitement to see how disproportionately sexy Jim Lee drew women like Rogue and the White Queen, but all in all, of the 208 card set, there were a fuck ton of characters that I had never seen in my life, because the set encapsulated all sorts of villains that weren’t Magneto, and all of the B-characters that were a part of X-Force, X-Factor, and Excalibur. Regardless, being the inquisitive wannabe comic nerd poser, that didn’t stop me from reading all the cards’ bios and examining each and every one of them at some point.
It was during this time that I discovered the existence of Deadpool. From what his bio revealed, he was a guy mired in the X-Force storylines, entwined with whatever Cable was doing. The mention of Weapon X meant nothing to me at this point of my comic noob-ness, since I was that new to comic books at that time, and was unaware that Weapon X meant Wolverine, which meant something that ultimately the entire company revolved around. But for the most part, he was a negligible character that seemed to look too close to Spider-Man to my earlier comic days.