Deal now, worry later

Note:
This is an intensely personal msg to a person whose identity I have purposefully obscured. I had this msg at first set to Private, but I discovered serendipitously that at least one other person a couple  degrees away in acquaintance-ship might find the approach explored here helpful.
I have, therefore, reactivated it. It’s not meant to solve any problems, but rather to provide a subroutine that one may incorporate to push thru the fog by sheer force of determination.The 4th paragraph is particularly raw, but it is necessary to present a synopsis of the current mental state at which this post is specifically aimed. 

When I first started college, I had a mantra: deal with it now, worry about it later.  The short form was, “Just deal with it.” Of course, if I dealt with whatever I needed to at the time, the occasion to worry about it later was simply not there.  It was like a mode of operation, a subroutine that blurred out all extraneous information and allowed for only the components of a problem to be in focus. It was almost like a game: animated by panic-feeding adrenalin and looking for how to chip away at the monolithic, wicked dragon in sight.  How to prioritize on the fly what I needed to do or could do first; postponing until later things that might somehow be solved while dealing with the earlier.

Externally, it could be invoked by someone asking me: “Can ya deal?”

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For where your stewardship is, there will your politics be also

I do not understand the push-back on being responsible stewards of the garden we call our Planet. Here’s what I’m thinking, and I could sure use some help in sorting it out.

“Common Sense” vs. Responsibilities

I’ve read tons of articles on the pros & cons of greenhouse-gas and global-warming science in order to round out what comprises the debate. And I can sympathize with looking on some conclusions as suspect, although I can’t agree with fallacious reasoning for rejecting everything because of some suspect reports — throwing the baby out with the bathwater. To do that, to me, suggests underlying motivations that either resist or undermine logic. I suspect the A-word: agenda. Continue reading

Caveat Emptor, Venditor Sleazy

I have a pile of friends who work in the real estate, time-share, and online industries, and very few of them would I refer to as sleazy. But the idea of sleazy is one that comes to mind whenever the topic of real-estate or car sales in particular arises in casual conversation. I know that in casual conversation, we use words casually, approximating meanings and judging loosely.

So I wondered: why does sleazy appear to be a casual association I have with real-estate, time-share, and car sales as well as in some online experiences and television sales? Maybe it isn’t so much casual as causal. That’s what I’m wondering about.

I love Google’s “DEFINE” feature: type in “define: [your word]”, and it presents you with a list of definition snippets drawn from a variety of sources. “Define: sleazy” produced a list of definitions that shared a lot of the same nodes, namely dishonorable, low quality, low moral standards or morally degraded, seamy. At least, these were the nodes that popped out at me as being relevant to what I think of as sleazy. Oddly, there was one node that I was expecting but didn’t explicitly see, and that Continue reading

Hominoid Effect on Barking

What is it about barking dogs that is so incredibly irritating and that provokes malignant and murderous thoughts toward an entire species? Barking seems to penetrate my rational shield in piercing pulses of petulance, weakening the shield’s primary purpose to both contain and guard against undisciplined emotional arousals. There’s some elemental receptor within the primitive, “reptilian” core of my human brain that barking offends. Or maybe it’s not offense, but rather a type of harmony which forces my beast to high, involuntary alert.

Judging by the distance I must travel to reach the more ‘developed’ regions nearer the surface of my gray matter, Godzilla (reference to reptilian) herself might frolic care-free and unfettered within the reptilian wilderness area of my brain, with full-choral reverberation in concert with the canine emissions that cruelly enjoin my attention.

When I regroup to assert my more rational side, of course I know it’s not a “fault” that the dogs bark. It is the nature of a dog to protect his “home” by barking to ward off unfamiliar scents, sounds, and unknown or unwanted presences. But how natural is it, and is it natural or necessary to bark Continue reading

A JewelQuest Philosophy of Life

I’m fretting, and I don’t know exactly why. It happens to me every time I get ready to travel. Pato asked me to try to talk it out. In doing so, I said that I stress over forgetting to pack something, immigration issues, checking in on time, making connections, getting time to eat. All of these things seem to glob together to form some huge parasitic amoeba draped over my shoulders and constricting my breathing, heart beat, and synaptic pathways. The only time I begin to relax is when I’m finally sitting at the gate, where I could idle for several hours contented as can be. Having a nice block of relaxation time at the gate is the reason I press myself to be at check-in no less than two hours early.

During the moments of deepest fretting, I stop breathing and tense up. I arrest myself periodically to consciously and slowly exhale a toxic mass of the what used to be oxygen and inhale a deep breath of more vitalizing gas, willing each molecule of air to soothe those of my body. I do this not because I suddenly become conscious of it, but because my physical being demands it like an airplane stalling in the air when forced beyond its vertical capacity. Continue reading