Archive for the ‘General’ Category

Pain is Normal

Monday, September 27th, 2004

The most predictable human defense is denial. When you fall down and scrape your elbow or knee, the first thing you want to prove is that everything is completely in order. You stand up, take a few steps and as the shock wears off you realize that you’re hurting. In my case the same holds true for less tangible events such as feeling alone or being overwelmed. The obvious difference is how I mask what I’m feeling in both situations. If I have inner pain it’s much each easier to ignore or to be incognizant of the source, therefore there is no initial shock to wear off. As a result, I don’t necessarily feel what I should feel in order to heal.

If a friendship is ending or a relationship is breaking down, most everyone rushes to find a solution and avoids dealing with what is there. I don’t know if its avoiding anxiety, protecting the ego, or simply maintaining repression, but I believe the majority of people are generally afraid of feeling anything. Whether it be physical or emotional, in pain or in love, it’s unnatural to go through life being unresponsive to these basic human emotions.

Being able to feel is one thing that sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. Even though it’s unhealthy to be sad or lonely all the time, be able to embrace the rare times that you are because it’ll make the otherwise unimportant moments stand out.

The Trouble with Starting Something New

Friday, September 10th, 2004

Why does starting something new always have to be painful? Not necessarily painful emotionally, but physically like when starting a new exercise regimen. For me, beginning anything again or for the first time is torture. Why can’t I have already started before I’ve started?

For example, every few months I try to get my body back in shape because I don’t like feeling as thought I’m not athletic. The only thing that ever stops my initial drive is that I forget how much my muscles hurt right after I start. Usually, I have a problem with weaning myself back onto a schedule and I jump right in to what would be considered normal instead of beginning. Naturally the next day is lactic acid hell and I am reminded that I shouldn’t be doing this so by the time my muscles don’t hurt anymore I’ve already forgotten that I was supposed to be exercising on a regular basis. A few months down the road I’ll think about how in shape I would’ve been had I continued last time and so I begin the destined to fail cycle all over again. This time it’s going to change, I can feel it. No, really, I can… in my legs.

The Almost First Day of Grad School

Monday, August 23rd, 2004

Let me preface this with how I will never post about my day with minuscule details as are given as an example in the following excerpt:

“So today I fed my cat and/or pet lizard, went to drop off my Star Trek watch at the jeweler, and then ate pizza with my friends. Overall it was a good day, I guess it could have been better, but it was just good. I’ll post again tomorrow with more boring as hell commentary that will inevitably be pointless.”

On the same note, if I ever give a laundry list exposing the dullness of my life or what I drank last night or last weekend then I will surely never add anything further for I will have broken my own promise. For these reasons, I have waited a long time to put something like this together. I should put my rules on paper – although unlikely, maybe I’ll do that tomorrow and I’ll be sure to record it here.

I haven’t traveled on an RTS bus to get to campus in over two years, so when I got on this morning near Kari’s apartment it was a shock. I wasn’t taken back with the fact I was on the bus, it was that everyone on there seemed so young. So young in fact that I thought I was actually doing something wrong by looking at some of the girls because they looked like they were seventeen. In some cases you just can’t help but look because they are wearing almost nothing. After all, it is Florida in August. Besides, it’s not that looking is a crime but I’m into people around my age or older. Some of these people were in middle school the first time I set foot onto a college campus. Soon enough I’ll be too old for any college girls. That will be a sad, sad day.

I shouldn’t classify this as my first real day of graduate school because I’m only enrolled in one course on Monday, so I decree tomorrow to be the official day. Today was more of a warm-up, but I do like the setup of two of my classes. In an effort to attract busy professionals, the College of Engineering has been doing a FEEDS program in which they stream the class over the internet to off campus students. This serves a dual purpose in that if I miss a class it will be available to me on the web so I don’t miss all that much. It’s not something to fall back on, but not a reliable replacement for actually attending the lectures. I’m paying enough, so I want to be there.

I’m looking forward to being immersed in school again. I’ve forgotten what it is like being excited about starting something new and how I still have the potential to stay ahead in all of my classes. Undoubtedly that feeling doesn’t last more than a week or two, but for now I will revel in it and pretend it will last all year.