I fell victim to some scam years ago and bought some book about concentration. While most of it was drivel, there was some truth to it. An affliction of mine has always been a lack of concentration. I like many things. I like reading. Camping. Drinking. Learning. Tinkering. Writing. Talking. Sitting. Listening. Playing. Music. Boobs. Chairs. Sleep. Beer. Food. Boobs.
The problem with these hobbies is not the hobbies themselves. It's that you can't get good at one thing while doing all the things.
A podcast of some kind I tuned into months ago was talking about success and careers. One of the interviewees said something along the lines of, "you can't be good at everything because you don't have enough time. For example, if you want to climb the corporate ladder at work, it takes all of your time and energy and you must sacrifice time with your family, probably making you a worse parent. And in order to be a good parent you must leave work at work and become just another middle-of-the-road employee. You can have one or the other, but not both."
Of course I'm paraphrasing there but the concept rang true to me. I have coworkers that work 80 hours a week and get promoted every year or so. That probably happens in most corporate environments. At 80 hours a week you barely have time to eat and sleep let alone be a good parent or spouse.
I don't want that. I wanna do my job and be with my family. I wanna do all that other stuff on my hobby list. Unfortunately, I'll never get good at any of it unless I concentrate.
But as I already said, I'm not good at concentrating. Look at that squirrel!
You know what that means? If I wanna write for this blog it's gonna have to be my own way. The posts may be short. They may be incomprehensible. They may be disturbing or stupid. I don't care.
Here's a thought I just had the other day:
I used the restroom at a high-profile nuclear energy company's headquarters today. They used to have paper towel dispensers and I witnessed pretty much everyone wash their hands. Since then, however, they have removed the paper towels in favor of the hand blowers. You know - to save the planet and stuff. When we wash our hands only to discover that the only way to dry them is the stupid blower thingy that takes forever, how often do we just wave our hands around under them, get impatient, wipe our hands on our pants and move on with life. Even further, how often do we know we are going to have to go through this silliness and just skip the hand washing altogether? If people are simply skipping the hand washing to eliminate the hassle of the dryers, has this effected germ control? I have waited patiently at a urinal and watched people do this, then I realize that everything they touch after that is with cock hands. Great. I sure hope they immediately go to a meeting and shake hands with a bunch of big-shot suits.
So are we then spreading more germs than before? I'm sure I gave someone SARS or mad bird disease because of this little charade. One could follow this pattern through linearly and deduce that the elimination of paper towels could result in a flu epidemic. The conservation movement could be responsible for an increased spread of disease.
I have no problem with the conservation movement. Just sayin'.
So now that I got that outta my brain, maybe I should let Terry continue this good blog and start my own.
I might call mine "the thought-fart experience" or something like that since my brain seems to fart out a lot of simple thoughts. Like farts, some hang around longer than others, some are just air and they're gone forever. Some are messy and need a little cleanup, and some peel paint. Some aren't all bad, though, and may lead to other things.
We shall see.
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