It’s out, and I’m just as happy about this one now as I was last night when I wrote it. If you can’t tell, already, I’m a huge wine fan.
Gentlemen, let’s chat.
What’s important to you? Do you think you could name a few things that are both a) not generic like food or phone and b) worth talking about to a total stranger?
Have a hobby or two. No, that’s not good enough. Don’t just have a hobby or two, be passionate about it. If someone (maybe a lady?) asks you what you enjoy doing, you’re destined to fail if you tell them watching TV. Sure, I’ll bet they probably like watching TV too (unless they don’t), but that’s not what they’re looking for, and that’s not the bar you should set for yourself.
It can anything. I have my own wine club of one. I love telling folks about it because it’s something I’m passionate about and hell, I love wine. I could say I like wine, but that’s bland. Be like the wine. Be unique. Give her a reason to remember you.
Your pick up lines aren’t going to save you.
Picking upa few days ago, I wanted to continue my stream on consciousness on emotions.
On the scale of what I find important in life, understanding emotions and how they play a part in what path your life takes is high up there. Don’t get me wrong, I act on emotion as much as the next person. I’d like to think I at least know what I’m getting myself into.
Finishing up chapter two of The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, a particular passage stood out to me. Before I mention it, I’d like to make it known that it’s not always the deepest or most powerful passages that stick with me for a long time. Sometimes it’s the simpler ones. The ones that invoke laughter or even just a simple head shake because it’s cheesy.
But then there are those people who over identify with their emotions. Everything is justified for another other reason than they felt it. … Decision-making based on emotional intuition, without the aid of reason to keep it in line, pretty much always sucks. You know who bases their entire lives on their emotions? Three-year-old kids. And dogs. You know what else three-year-olds and dogs do? Shit on the carpet.
Ain’t that the truth. Again, I’m not saying making decisions void of emotion is the right way to go. You’re not a robot, so don’t start acting like one. What differentiates alright emotion-based decisions and crazy decisions is the aid of reason.
Example A: Johnny wants to rob a bank because he’s angry that they took $2 for an ATM withdrawal fee. That’ll sure show those capitalist clowns.
That sounds like a highly emotional decision not based on any kind of reason.
Example B: Johnny met a girl. He likes her, a lot. He wants to impress her with his hobbies but showing her his rope and garbage bag collection seems like a bad idea. They stick to birdwatching, instead.
Now that I’ve explained it to you like you’re five, let’s fire around some personal stories. I mention this being something that hits close to home. I’ve been the subject of more emotion-only-based decisions that I care to admit, and one thing I’ve learned from all this is not that they’re bad, but finding someway to stay grounded is of the utmost importance.
If you let your grounding slip away, your ability to keep your choices in check, so to speak, will slip away, too. There’s a very fine line between the best and the right decision, and usually one of those involves tossing reason out the window.
I don’t have any regrets, though. Sure it wasn’t the best decision at the time, but I also want to keep on the positive side.
I’m looking forward to Chapter 3 where we talk about how we’re not special… sounds like a doozy!
It’s a fake number you can give out to creeps; and when they text it, they’ll be interacting with a crazy chatbot instead of bothering you.
As someone who’s back in the dating world again, after almost six years out, I’m thoroughly amused by this.
I’m half-tempted to talk to this chatbot by texting 1–626–466–3293, though I’ll take my dose of amusement from the site, itself.
I’ll be on the look out for a female version of this. Also be right back while I go check my contacts list ?
There’s something to be said about sitting in a coffee shop with nothing in particular going on. It wasn’t one of those days but the coffee shop and sitting parts were true.
I think what I miss about little places like these are that after being so used to the grab-and-go nature of chains like Starbucks, we lose out on the opportunity to sit down and just take a moment.
When was the last time you sat down with a cup of coffee and did nothing but enjoy said coffee? I’ll admit I’m not even doing that right now. I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Seattle’s Capitol Hill, enjoying my afternoon away from the regularity of suburbia, and I’m sitting on my phone. Granted I wrote this yesterday in the coffee shop, for the purpose of scribing my thoughts about this.
Not a lot came to mind, but one thing I did realize is how much I miss not just getting out and mixing up the regularity of life even just a bit, but doing so slightly outside my geographical area of expertise.
I’ve never been here, and I might not be here again for some time. Such is life. But for the couple hours I’m here, it’ll be a couple hours I’ll always remember.