Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Monday, November 14, 2005
A week or so ago, I happened to mention, during a discussion at the office, that I don't watch scary movies because I am overly susceptible to the emotional atmosphere that the director is trying to create; I get scared easily. I noted that I had to turn off The Sixth Sense halfway through for that very reason, even though my wife had recommended it, claiming "it's not scary".
So my coworker declared "So you're a pussy."
Better to be a pussy than an asshole, I guess.
Well, last Friday, for various reasons, I arrived at the office late and without lunch. No big deal, really; there are a fair number of places to eat nearby. Given the timing of my day, I decided to pick something up and eat at my desk as I worked. I wandered across the street to get some cheap chinese. On the way, I spotted an interested headline in the local free daily paper: "Teachers crucial in closing gap". Naturally, I grabbed a copy.
I read that article, another about upgrading the playgrounds in San Bruno, and one about a website listing the upcoming Black Friday deals. I got my food and started back to the office reading all the way.
When I was younger, I always had my nose in a book. Lately, it's more likely to be a computer screen, but even that is rare; I do have kids, after all. Well, on Friday I was back to my old habits. I had my food in one hand, the newspaper in the other, and my eye glued firmly to the page as I crossed the plaza of the office complex where I work.
Suddenly, someone jumped in front of me, putting their hands on my upper arms. I reacted, knocking the person down and across the plaza. By the time he had hit the wall of the building, his legs flailing in the air, I realized who it was -- my coworker.
He and a few others were on their daily run to the corner liquor store for lottery tickets when he spotted me coming towards them. He decided it would be great fun to startle me so he ran up to surprise me. Unfortunately for him, being, perhaps, somewhat less of a pussy than he thought, my response was a mildly violent one. Luckily, no one was actually hurt (except, perchance, my coworker's pride.)
So let's see... I get scared by scary movies, I don't like organized sports, I do hug my kids a lot and my friends (including guys), I cook, I try to clean, I take care of my kids -- I guess that makes me a pussy. But, I can still kick his ass!