KingHeroical

25 things about me. (delivered upon request)

2009-06-10T11:46:00.000-07:00

I like the notion of committing my thoughts and ideas to paper (or screen), but don't like the idea of committing to thoughts or ideas. Other people may read them, misconstrue, misunderstand, or conclude, and then I may have to dislike them.

I don't like disliking people - it's too much work.

If you smell bad, I probably don't like you. Go wash yourself, you're making me tired.

Any sustained emotion exhausts me.

If you need someone to make you feel better about yourself, I'm probably not your man.

I like the concept of pets. I like having animals around - it creates a nice atmosphere. The trouble is, they always want something from you, and that's annoying. They're pretty convinced you're the greatest creature ever to draw breath; it sounds cool, but it's not.

I like the concept of people better than I like people, for some of the same reasons (as previous). If you are interesting, reasonably sharp, and really don't need anything from me, we're probably already friends.

I don't fit in. Most of what other people like or do just confuses me.

I don't want to fit in. Most of what other people like or do bores me.

I'm easily bored. My tolerance for the state of boredom is virtually non-existant. If I can't escape the boredom, then I get stressed out, my heart-rate rises, and I begin to get agitated.

I hate talking on the phone - it's a single sensory input. I really hate phonecalls with no point. While I understand the need to 'connect', I just feel bad that I'm fading in and out and not really listening.

I like clearly defined structure - it provides freedom and relevance to whatever we pursue.

I don't like being told what to do.

I don't like to lead, but will in the absence of strong leadership. Although it's more likely I'll just leave. I don't need the hassle.

I don't like hassle - if it's complicated or inefficient, it's poorly planned, and I'm unlikely to do it - which means a lot of things around me don't get done.

I often leave tasks or projects unfinished for long periods of time.

I often leave tasks or projects unfinished.

Tough to swallow.

2006-10-13T00:43:00.000-07:00

Part First:

My son, Sol, eats without regard for such pedestrian notions as time or space. Left to his own devices (ie. his hands - utensils be damned) he will attempt to fit every morsel of food on his plate into his, granted, cavernous mouth. Carrot stick - in it goes - no need for biting it into more manageable pieces; there's plenty of room. Heck, we're just getting started - there are some nice bits of beef we gotta get to. Time's a wastin'. So, while the carrot is still rolling around in there, making nice geometric shapes appear and disappear on his cheeks, in goes the beef. There may be a bit of a delay at this point while he reaches in and breaks the carrot in half to more effectively facilitate the introduction of more meat. Maybe a nice piece of broccoli (thoughtfully, slightly cooked to soften it, making it easier to....dissolve?) goes in next. Last of all, to fill in the gaps, some rice or mashed potato. Of course, by this stage, chewing is far out of the question, so he proceeds to sort of work his jaw back and forth, periodically reaching up to poke a rogue piece of carrot or beef back into his mouth that is attempting to make a leap down into the waiting jaws of an increasingly chubby dog.

All of this would bother me a lot less if I thought he was really enjoying his food, but I really don't think he is. Carrots, meat, broccoli, amazing baked salmon; it makes no difference - jam it in. By the rice/potato stage, his face usually carries a look of genuine concern. I mean, chewing isn't even a viable option, let alone swallowing, and there's all that food left to eat....

Part Second:

I was very busy last week, between work (an 8:00am to 5:30pm deal - new for me) and some commitments that I had in the evenings, I was not home very much during the hours that my children are usually awake. I was, however, home to help put the kids down to bed on one particular, revealing evening:

I was putting the younger two, Ineke (2yrs) and the aforementioned Sol (1Yr) to bed. The standard routine is story, prayers, and a song (or two, or three or...). So I ask Ineke if she would like to hear a song. I don't know why I ask, because the answer is always the same, as is the song she requests (Apple Red Happiness, or 'Appleness' as she has named it). But tonight, she said....

"No."

"No song?" I asked.

"No" she replied, turning in her bed to face the wall.

"Why no song?" I asked, fully expecting her to realize the grievous error she had made.

" 'Cause you go out the house - leave us all alone.” she answered. “No song. You go out my room now."

Swallow that carrot stick.

Das Blög.

2006-08-15T16:14:00.000-07:00

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