6/16/15

I’ve always liked this line from Jewels song. “When you are standing in deep water and bailing yourself out with a straw.” There have been a few times I felt like I was in that position. The key of course is to get out of the deep water before you’re under it and breathing through that straw!

6/11/15

I was sitting at a red light the other day with a car in front of me and a car behind me. As soon as that light turned green, the car behind me honks. That unnecessary action, just happened to cause my foot to fall off the gas pedal, so I proceeded ahead at a slower rate than I would have normally. Of course it pissed the person off behind me to no end (you should have saw them in my rear view mirror!), which was why I did it; there was no need to honk. So they passed me while we were in the intersection with byrd’s a flying out their window and hurried down the road on their all so important mission. About a half mile down the road I passed them stuck in traffic trying to make a left hand turn into a drug store parking lot. So, where was the fire? Honking their horn hadn’t gotten them anywhere any faster, had it? Now they were mad at me, if I occupied their thoughts that long, and perhaps the rest of humanity for delaying them further. Their rude behavior had gotten them nothing but frustration by trying to get things to move at their pace. Do I think I taught them anything from my bad behavior, nope, really didn’t think I would, but I tried. Maybe I should have waved at them and smiled when I passed by?

Come on now, they were going to a drug store and in their reality, the rest of the world wasn’t moving fast enough for them apparently? Do they think they are more important than the rest of us commoners? Were we in the way of their objective and we simply should have known better and got out the way? I say, not so much. They may believe of their importance, in their mind, but in my reality, they need to be courteous to the rest of us and not forget that you only earn respect, you can’t demand it.

6/5/15

The concept of being a Hermit was first introduced to me when I was around 10. I was in a museum that had on display a cabin that was lived in by an actual Hermit. There was a PBS special of an interview with this Hermit being played and I was struck by the story they told. One thing they said was: “sometimes I stayed at my cabin because I wanted to, other times because I had to”, I remember thinking why would anyone want to stay away from other people? This Hermit lived in the back woods and would avoid contact with people for long periods of time. Why they would do this I don’t know, but it spoke to me on some level.

As my life progressed the idea of living like a Hermit kept coming back to me. Especially during times of turmoil in my life, where this idea would become more attractive. I guess it was the idea of escaping from whatever the realities were in my life at that time. Even today, if I had the means, it would be hard to resist the desire to move to my Cabin In The Woods. But that’s not my reality and I’m living the life I have chosen, like it or not. I take the responsibility of my life seriously and that Cabin In The Woods will just have to remain in my mind for now, if not for ever.

6/4/15

Hello I’m the “Would Be Hermit” and these are my Musings. You may ask (or not) why am I the “Would Be Hermit?” Because I decided to be, I’d rather be in a cabin, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere, and have limited contact with people, than live in the real world. However, my reality states that I do in fact live in the real world, so it’s only in my dreams that I am a Hermit. So that being said, I’m declaring myself the “Would Be Hermit!”

How did I arrive at the decision to become the “Would Be Hermit?” Well it’s my fault, since through my choices (good and bad) in life and the career path I’ve choosen have placed me in this position.   At my current employer, I deal directly with the public on a daily basis, whether I like it or not, mostly because I have a need to eat. While many of the people I deal with are fine (they understand reality), it’s the ones who have a sense of entitlement, the ones that are ignorant and believe yelling and swearing makes them right and conversely makes me wrong, despite the reality of their situation, that drive me to desire my Cabin In The Woods (that currently only exists in my mind).

The work I deal with is black and white with no gray areas. I’ve found that people tend to ass(u)me and not pay attention to what they agree too. When they discover what it is they think they agreed to and compare it to what they really agreed to (reality), that’s when I go to my Cabin In The Woods. It’s like one of those agreements on the internet that ask you to read it and then check off that you agree to it. People just check off the box and never look at it. Then when they have an issue with that enterprise, they get upset that they ass(u)med they knew what it said by not reading it and that the entity that wrote that agreement is now holding them to it, even though they choose not to read it, how dare that entity do that. So they now think they can reject the actual reality and substitute it with their own reality, no matter how wrong they are.

So my point of this page is to Muse about reality or my version of it and see where that takes me.

Definition of Muse:  (myo͞oz), v. mused, mus·ing, mus·es, v.intr.To be absorbed in one’s thoughts; engage in thought. v.tr. To consider or say thoughtfully: mused that it might take longer to drive than walk. n. A state of reflection.