Idiosyncrasies

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1. A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.

I have one that I’m not sure anyone else really thinks about. Tomorrow I’m leaving on a trip for a few days and will be back on Sunday. Even though this is only a short period of time, it is essential for me to clean up everything in my living quarters so that when I return, it’s perfectly neat and clean. A one night leave doesn’t require that this happen but anything over 2 is a must. I think it has to do that when I return I don’t want to have to worry about anything being out of place because most likely my mind will be somewhere other than how clean my room is.

Just a few that come to mind:

  • I won’t dry off with a smelly towel
    I don’t wear bright colors
    I won’t wear pant khakis with anything but a dress shirt (golfing is an exception)
    Milk can only be drank out of the carton
  • I could turn this into a lengthy post but I don’t have the time. I’m sure everyone has their own quirks which is actually perfectly normal therefore contradicting it being peculiar. So it goes.

    By |2013-01-30T17:42:31-05:00January 30th, 2013|My Life|0 Comments

    A Candid 2/5 Mid Life Crisis

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    It’s fair to say that I’ve lived 40% of my expected life expectancy. The odd thing about that statement is that I normally don’t take the time to think about it in that blunt of a way. I’ve lived almost 30 years and will have 45 more years if things go well. 30 years seems like a really long time considering that I hardly even remember anything that happened to me before 10 years of age. 10 -18 is schooling where I was taught the basics and how to think. College, 18-21, at least for me, was when I started to think out of the box a little bit and start understanding that the world is bigger than what’s in my state. Immediately coming out of school I was happy to be working and saving money that I didn’t have anytime to even think about anything other than getting myself established. I’d say that took two years and then I started to grasp what I was doing professionally and becoming more involved to the point that I felt comfortable earning a living on my own. With all that being mentioned, I’d say that I’ve reached a point of my life where I can stop and smell the roses. At least that’s how I’m describing this current life point which isn’t all that comfortable.

    Let me start by mentioning that absolutely nothing is wrong. For me to even be complaining is an insult to people who have significant life problems. Both of my parents are still living, I have a great group of friends, money issues are not making life miserable, and I’m healthy. All things considered, I should be one happy camper. So let me delve into some thoughts that irk me.

     

    • Boredom. 1) I’m tired of the same old song and dance on weekdays. I work, I work out, I watch some TV, I repeat. This is healthy and safe living but it’s not actually living. 2) The boozing on weekends doesn’t change. I’ve experienced the cheap thrills of gambling, strip clubs, late nights, and everything in between. I’m not saying I party harder than you, but chances are I’ve been doing it longer. The satisfaction in these actions is extremely difficult to find. HOWEVER, without part 2 of this, I have problems finding a spice to life.
    • Work. I’ve never done anything else but work after I finished school. I had 1 week off after I graduated and I’ve spent my time at Stortz tools for coming up on 8 years since then. I know nothing else but this business. This business is my life. I’ve learned such a tremendous amount that I wouldn’t trade this opportunity for anything. How many people do you know who have negotiated an interchange passthrough +10 basis points for their company’s credit card processing? Problem is that there is no end in sight and my ideas for the company are starting to dry up. The more I’ve learned, the more I understand what works and what doesn’t work and when you own your own business, there is nobody to tell you what to do. I’ve started to feel this pressure of not necessarily a failing business, but a business that is trying to find an identity.
    • Marriage. This article on barstool shares some of my thoughts, but this quote can sum it up “Basically there are like 2 main reasons guys get married: 1) Peer Pressure – You don’t wanna be the old weirdo who’s balding and fat and missed the boat while all your other friends got married and had families. 2) Path of least resistance – You’ve been dating the same girl for a really long time and through the Power of the Pussy she has learned how to manipulate you and you’re kind of afraid of her so you just get married to keep her happy and quiet.” I don’t need to elaborate on this much other than reason 1 being the driving force to a major decision which doesn’t exactly raise my expectations on a strong outcome.

     

    The problem stems from doing the same thing over and over. This is funny because I’m heading to Florida for 3 days and then going to San Antonio for 3 days after that. It’s bigger than just a short vacation though. I think it’s that I’ve never gotten the chance to do whatever I want to and I don’t see it happening either and that’s depressing. If I have to answer what makes me happiest, I’d say a bright sunny day while I’m smoking a cigar, drinking some beer, and hitting a golf ball as close to a hole as I can. Maybe I want to do that for 2 months straight until I get tired of it. Who’s stopping me? Technically nobody except that it would be completely irresponsible. Even though it’s what I want to do? Sam, wrote about passion and this isn’t a new thought to me. People who succeed do so because they have a love for what they’re doing.

    I don’t have passion for things. I do something to the best of my ability and then look for something else once I get tired of that. Jack of all trades, master of none. It explains my lack of relationships because I don’t “love” things. I can’t explain it exactly but I don’t get attached to things. This entry comes from an absence of loving. I’m a total pussy for whining about these things because there are probably 6 billion people in this world trade spots with me in an instance but sitting, right now, typing this, this is how I think. My mind doesn’t get stuck in the minutiae of life. I don’t care who wins the game, who wins an election, who’s dating who, what Lindsay Lohan is doing. I care about how I can develop as an individual and be happy. Blog posts like these help me write down thoughts just like a diary except that I share everything because it substantiates my existence. When I look back on this I know what I was thinking on 1/29/13. It also allows me to write what goes through my head so you can apply it to your own life. Just hit 1,000 words which might make this the longest post of my life, I hope there are some meaningful points behind it.

    By |2013-01-29T20:18:47-05:00January 29th, 2013|My Life|0 Comments

    Tell Tale Signs Of Ability

    There is no arguing with this list, it is truth.

    • As you walk, if your right foot points out to the right and your left foot points out to the left with each step you take, you’re not athletic, you are perhaps even goofy. Athletic footsteps points straight ahead. A theory that hasn’t been proven but that has been suggested is that toes that point inward with each step are the highest level of athletes.
    • The pace of your walk decides your dedication to life. Slow walkers are probably lazy, out of shape, and are generally lax about life. Quick walkers have places to go and don’t want to waste their time walking from point A to point B.
    • Hot Shots Golf 3 on Playstation 2 was the best golf game ever created that tested your hand eye coordination and decision making. If you could shoot -21 on some of their harder courses in high wind, you had something to be proud of. I don’t count golden tee because the track ball isn’t as precise.
    • You would think I would have some creative ideas about sleeping and eating but I really don’t. I’ve seen skinny people eat ridiculous amounts, fat people who work out, and people who sleep too much or too little, I don’t see any connection whatsoever to how that determines you as a person.
    By |2013-01-29T17:24:16-05:00January 29th, 2013|My Life|4 Comments

    I’ve got nothing

    In more ways than one. It’s sort of a stalled feeling. I’m not sure if its the weather or what but my brain is encountering a blockade. I can’t think through ideas and I’m not even sure what I should be doing if I were to do something. Instead I’m just posting about not knowing what to write about. I’ve used this idea of a post plenty of times and I know it gets old but I have to imagine this is better than nothing. Once people check the site a few days in a row with no update, they just stop checking it.

    I also think it’s a combination of my next week coming up which will involve me being out of the state on business and pleasure. I move right into check out mode starting as early as possible. That’s at least my excuse for why I’m not producing for this blog. I’m sure I’ll figure something out but for now, that’s it.

    By |2016-10-29T13:35:15-04:00January 28th, 2013|My Life|0 Comments

    Why I Hate the Patriots

    Goddammit. This is what happens when you lay yourself out there with a prediction that falls so flat on its face that you just throw your hands up on the air and say “how can I be so wrong”? I would like to add that this isn’t the first time this has happened to me and it certainly won’t be the last. Life is about conviction and when you believe in something you have to stand by it. If you happen to be wrong, you swallow your pride, admit your wrong in a blog post and move on. If I cost anyone money, I’ll buy you a drink at the bar next time we hang out. I’ll need some proof. How can people that I envy so much fall so short? I’m supposed to have a good judge of character and that has led me to Brady and Belichick. They couldn’t even score a point in the whole 2nd half. It was an embarrassment. Nevertheless, I was wrong, I admit I was wrong, and I will continue on being wrong. One of these times with full conviction, I will be right and forget I was ever wrong.

    By |2013-01-20T22:54:15-05:00January 20th, 2013|My Life|1 Comment

    Serving the Community

    Today was the first day I put in time serving my community towards the 25 hours I must do before February 9th. I was only able to put in 3 hours but at least it was a start. I’m working at a guild house in the Fairmount area mostly doing landscaping work. I’m working with a girl fresh out of college who is looking to go to med school and serves at the guild house’s communication with any volunteers. Not surprisingly, I’m the only one for this winter portion. This actually works out fairly well considering I force her to take on projects that would most likely be put off to some other time. Today I spent my time shoveling grass out of a 3′ x 20′ bed that will be turned into an asparagus garden. The work was fairly straight forward even for a gardening dolt like myself. It was pretty much how I expected it to go.

    I think the bigger picture of this exercise is giving back to the community, something that I rarely do. Sure I’ve run the big shoe game with Jkash at a Ronald McDonald facilty, or walked for a cure with my fraternity back in the day but for the most part, I don’t partake. I suppose there is something fulfilling about working for a better cause even if it’s only so a guild house can eat asparagus. I still have 22 hours to go in the next 3 weeks so I may grow tired of it by then but for the most part, it was a worthwhile exercise.

    By |2013-01-17T17:22:45-05:00January 17th, 2013|My Life|1 Comment

    Checking In

    If you haven’t noticed, which I’m sure you haven’t, I’ve been trying to turn this into more of a barstool fashioned “blog”. Commenting on topical issues or random thoughts that come into my mind that I think would be neat to write about. It’s not surprising that these type of sites are more popular than when I mindlessly write about my daily life. That certainly doesn’t mean that I’m not going to comment on my day to day but it’s clear that unless it’s really interesting, it’s not what sells. All of these sites wouldn’t be moving towards that style if it didn’t read and sell better.

    I prescribe to the principal that being yourself and doing what you think is always better than being a follower. What I’ve described above could be looked at as selling out. Attempting to be like something else. I disagree with this assessment because the key to success and improving is adapting. It’s viewing what others are doing and then implementing what they are doing right into what you do. This is called being smart. There is certainly a place for your own ideas but they can stem from a collection of everything that you encounter. Not everything has to be a completely unique idea to be yours.

    One of the best questions to ask yourself is what do I want to be? What do I want my business to be? What kind of person do I want to be? What do I want this blog to be? A long term set of values are important to work towards in coming up with short term goals to achieve them. I don’t think most people think about this or they think too little about it. I think people want to got to school, find a job, make money, have a family, and grow old. The journey in between those steps is life and what becomes routine.

    I want to be an educated, well rounded, generous, human being who turns a business into a money maker so as Forrest Gump says money becomes one less thing to worry about. When people talk to me I want them to walk away with a feeling that that guy listened to me, was honest, and seemed like a genuinely good person. I’ve already come to terms that I’m going to be a jack of all trades and a master of none. I don’t have the patience in any one activity to belong to the principal of 10,000 hours will make you a master of a subject. The list of things I can do well will just continue to grow as I get older because I’m determined to get better at everything. I want to die saying I’ve traveled the world, I’ve established close relationships, I’ve participated in what life has to offer, I died happy.

    So just to conclude with where this post started about the blog. This blog just continues to grow. My grammar will continue to be bad because I never devote any time to getting better at it but the ideas within the blog will develop. The posts will become more interesting. I keep an eye on what people like to view and try to cater towards what people like to view. One day this site will get more than 100 people a day. It may not be today or tomorrow, but I promise this blog is one thing that won’t die because it’s my life no matter how many times I say I’m quitting. These are my ideas and thoughts. It’ll be my legacy, sad as that is but at least there will be something to show my existence for future generations. I probably won’t be looked upon as great mind or tremendous thinker, but to the people who know me and read this blog, you’ll know what I’m about and how I continue to improve in every sense of life.

    By |2013-01-16T21:07:32-05:00January 16th, 2013|My Life|0 Comments

    Trending Fads

    I think this is a good title because when something trends, it can become a fad. So by adding the ing to the trend, it’s turning into a fad. I’m still not sure if it’s appropriate. What is a fad? Websters says “a practice or interest followed for a time with exaggerated zeal”. I thought of this topic and came across what I thought was a good idea to go back in time and evaluate different fads I was a part of.

    Friendship bracelets
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    When I was a young lad, I used to wear there friendship bracelets up my arm. There was no possibility that I had as many friends as I had bracelets. For whatever reason at the time in the early 90’s, these were on my popular list. I have to imagine that it became who ever had more bracelets, was cooler. Being dedicated to how many bracelets you had on your arm was the fad at the time. You would wear them everywhere, even in the shower. Combine this with the Hersey Hawkins lines that I shaved into my head (he had 3, I had 2), I was one really cool kid.

    Snap Bracelets
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    Funny how I was really into bracelets. These were a different animal than the friendship bracelet and probably peaked a few years after. The bracelet was firm and when you’d slap it against your wrist, it would become a bracelet. They didn’t last long though because the schools starting banning them because kids were using them improperly. I actually remember wearing one recently for the American Odyssey Relay to show who the runner was.

    Magic Cards
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    Like I’ve never jerked off to a Serra Angel? Not. Who can forget the popularity of magic cards in high school. The reason this got so popular is because it was actually a really fun, skillful game. I still remember my Green/White deck and how I needed a Savannah as a mana card and never wanted to spend the 20 bucks for a land. Who could beat the red/black Shivan Dragon/Royal Assassin combo? What about the mystery behind the black lotus and it’s value? Has anyone actually seen a black lotus in person? I remember some lunchtime argument when Aaron Tabas opened up a pack of Arabian knights, saw that there was no rare cards, sealed it back up and then sold it to Jared Trust for full price. Who doesn’t love a game that the more money you spend, the better you get at it.

    The circle game
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    I’m sure people still play this game so I’m not sure if it’s a fad or just a game that will never die. I specifically remember playing it throughout school and considering the maturity level of this game, it probably fades as maturity rises. I can’t describe the game better than urban dictionary:
    A game of peripheral vision, trickery and motor skills.

    The game starts out when the Offensive Player creates a circle with their thumb and forefinger, not unlike an “A-Okay” signal, somewhere below his waist.

    His goal is to trick another person into looking at his hand. If the Victim looks at the hand, he has lost the game, and is subsequently hit on the bicep with a closed fist, by the offensive player.

    Rules:
    1. The Offensive Player’s hand must be below his waist.

    2. The Victim should attempt to see the circle without looking down. In other words, by peripheral vision, the Victim realizes there is a circle-hand event occurring. The Victim has two possible methods to win the game:

    a. The Victim does not look down at the signal. Instead, the Victim stares the Offensive Player in the eye and says, “I’m not going to look at that.” (or words to that effect.)

    b. The Victim does not look down at the signal. Instead, the Victim quickly pokes his index finger through the Offensive Player’s circle-hand display. If he can poke inside and break the circle, HE wins, and gets to hit the Offensive player in the bicep. This action requires excellent motor skills (to poke the circle without actually looking directly at it.)

    3. If the Victim looks at the circle, he loses (and is hit.)

    4. If the Victim attempts to poke the circle and misses, he loses (and is hit.)

    5. If the Victim attempts to poke the circle and Offensive player closes the circle, trapp…

    By |2013-01-12T12:34:46-05:00January 12th, 2013|My Life|4 Comments

    Weakness

    It’s funny because a few days ago while I was driving I was going to make a post that explained why some of my abilities were superior to most other people. It stemmed from the fact that on my 5 hour trip from Pittsburgh I was literally passed by one other human being. Meaning only one person in our human race that day on our PA turnpike, out of what must have been hundreds, is able to press the limits of our law and speed down the highway. In my own mind for whatever reason I justified that this must set me apart…with the disregard of the law. Coming from a court date this past Wednesday for a public drunkenness where I hired a lawyer and had a judge sentence me to 25 hours of community service as a way to wipe it clean, I decided that maybe a post dedicated to some of my faults may be better suited. To the list.

    Lack of History – I’m terrible with history of all sorts. My brain doesn’t handle dates very well and my knowledge of US history is frightening. If I was trying to name the Presidents in order, I’d fail after 3 (Washington, Adams, Jefferson…). I’ve gotten better as I’ve gotten older but I think my brain just doesn’t prioritize historic information as important. We live in the present and I feel like that’s what I should be focused on.

    Drunk Memory – This weakness can make you feel like a schmuck. Being hammered but being able to function enough to communicate is dangerous. The state of black out drunkenness or even really drunk leads to not being able to remember information. So if you have conversations with people about specific details when you are too drunk to remember, and then you see that person again, you’ll look like a total ass and repeat info. This makes it so you are constantly guessing what to talk about as not to repeat yourself.

    Too quick to judge – My standard thought about someone is that they have to prove to me that they aren’t retarded. I feel everyone has their own skill set but most people are just underachievers. I have a good example and why I picked this trait. I was going back to my apt and in the elevator were these two bros who got off at the same floor and kept walking closer and closer to my door. After realizing these two were my neighbors I asked if they liked Ping Pong, they did, and if they wanted to play. We started playing and it quickly became evident that these two were pretty decent players. In the 4 games of doubles we played, we won the 1st (with better paddles) and lost the next 3. If I had to guess how many rando’s could beat Jeff in I in Ping-Pong, I’d probably say 1%. The fact that two people who happen to live down the hall beat us just shows how I under-estimate the abilities of the human race.

    No filter – I’m not sure this is a weakness but I tend to jump to conclusions rather quickly and then speak my mind. Once I consider the variables, I talk. This may lead to a hasty thought process but it will also lead to action. My dad would say this is major negative to my personalty. I believe his thought process is what I call analysis paralysis. It’s analyzing something to death and than not making a move. I find this to be way worse. Even though I may say stupid things or make incorrect decisions, it still an active approach. This however can get you into trouble.

    I’m sure people who know me could point out more. I purposely left out drinking and gambling which seem obvious at this point.

    By |2013-01-10T20:51:09-05:00January 10th, 2013|My Life|0 Comments

    And the beat goes on…

    Stop thinking about stuff and start doing stuff. I think we can all benefit from this advice.

    I only sort of finished what happened in Pittsburgh this past weekend. I left on a Friday at 2:30 from the heart of Philly. I did this drive in a shade under 5 hours stopping at a few rest stops along the way strictly for peeing purposes. I was never in any danger of speeding and probably averaged 70-75 mph. I arrived at generously priced Holiday Inn for $105 dollars a night at around 8pm. The slight delay was because I had to buy a wedding card from CVS that I put a hundred bucks (too little?) in to avoid having to choose a personalized gift. I showered and then proceeded down to the Holiday Inn bar for a few drinks and something to eat. After a few drinks I initiated a conversation with some man from Syracuse whose brother was in a Pitt hospital preparing for some sort of specialized surgery. The reason I mention this isn’t to prove how good I am at picking up guys at bars, but to explain the enormous difference between drinking and not. When I first got to the restaurant, I was like a mute sitting at the bar eating my food. After 3 beers I casually started a conversation that displayed my surprisingly high ability to carry conversations with strangers. This will come into further dissection as the entry progresses.

    My friends arrived from the rehearsal dinner soon after and we had a few drinks and reminisced about old times. It’s funny how after not seeing people for months or years, how easily it was to enjoy each others company. Since the wedding was the next day, everyone was staying pretty lucid. Me, Steve, and Arpita decided to see some of the old college bars we were familiar with years ago. College wasn’t in session and everything was pretty tame and we called it a night relatively early. I awoke the next day at 9:30 and had an overpriced Holiday Inn buffet breakfast with Steve and Arpita. After that I went for a run around the campus and then swam a few laps in the Holiday Inn pool. I’m like a fish out of water in the pool but some aquatic exercise was still fun. At 1pm I met up with a friend who was coming in for the wedding for a few drinks. We had some good conversation for a few hours and headed back to the hotel to get changed for the ceremony.

    The 45 minutes ceremony was short and sweet and we all headed over the reception which was conveniently located a 5 minute walk away. The reception was pretty standard and everything went off without a hitch. Gerald made sure to call out my tie which correctly tied improperly. I know a basic method for tying a tie but in no way is it correct and Gerald after 5 straight vodkas made certain to make me aware that I was a putz. I respect him more for doing this rather than thinking he’s a dick. The reception ended and we all headed back to the Holiday Inn bar. This is where things start to get a bit interesting. I had two conversations with people who I can only say is not in my normal repertoire.

    Interesting conversation #1 was with the pastor who married my friend and his bride. The previous night of the wedding, the pastor was slugging down beers at the Holiday Inn bar which I found a tad unusual. My stereotypical thought is that the pastor is a holy man and lives by a strict code of moral conduct. I have a serious problem if my pastor was downing beers at the bar and then the next afternoon is granted the power to marry someone. It seems to deflate the bond that is marriage. Anyway, after a few beers earlier and the rum and cokes at the reception, I was going to get to the bottom of this issue so I went straight up to him and told him my problem with the situation. He just sort of beat around the bush and said that there was nothing wrong with this and my point is invalid. It wouldn’t have mattered what he said because I’m still not altering my stance from what I wrote above.

    Interesting conversation #2 was from a girl at the bar, drinking water, who I can’t remember exactly how the conversation started but proved to be the most touching. After the initial introduction I found out that she had leukemia and was in the process of chemo. Now I’m sure your shaking your head wondering what asinine comment I was going to make to her but you’d be wrong. We had a really heartfelt conversation and I think she appreciated the attention from the opposite sex considering she had begun losing her hair (I could hardly tell) from the treatment. This conversation almost brought a tear to my eye after I was asking how she felt and all the other questions that come from not knowing many people who have this disease. I walked away from it feeling incredibly fortunate for how lucky I am and how difficult other people have life.

    After this we went down to the bars but at this point I had had enough to drink and needed to call it a night. It was probably only 11 or so but 10 straight hours of drinking is about my limit. I wisely went back and fell asleep til the next morning. I drove back at 10:30 or so and made it back in even faster time hitting speeds of 100+ at multiple stretches of the turnpike. In the 48 hours of the road trip I spent 10 on the road, 18 sleeping and 20 waking hours. The hours that I was awake though were spent with old friends who I rarely get to see so it was worth its weight in gold. Stop thinking about stuff and start doing stuff.

    Woods Wedding

    By |2013-01-07T19:40:16-05:00January 7th, 2013|My Life|0 Comments

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