Rat Race

You can read all the self help books you like, but at the end of the day, it seems to me that happiness is somewhat contingent on whether or not the thing you do on a daily basis to earn a living is important to you. It also seems that we are working harder and harder for more stuff and are sacrificing time with our families and friends. Unfortunately, time is the one commodity that you can’t get back. You can always earn more money, you can’t buy more time.

Things I don't Understand - Part One

1. Twitter.

All the geeks are infatuated with Twitter. I can’t understand why. The basic premise is that you tell your “friends” what you are doing, right now, all the time. I’m typing a blog entry, I’m working, I’m going to the grocery store. Under no circumstances can I think of a reason why I’d want to tell the whole Internet about my every move. Furthermore, as little as I care about updating the world on my minute by minute information, I care EVEN LESS about reading what you are doing right this second. It's like the whole world has digital diarrhea.

Parking

Are there times when you get disproportionately angry about something that doesn’t really matter? It happens with me in the car all the time. For example, this morning as I was pulling in to the parking garage at my office, a lady in a black Pontiac was wandering aimlessly looking for a parking place and was blocking part of the garage that I needed to turn into. Then, she drove down a parallel lane and pulled in front of me at a break in the lanes just as I was getting to the parking area where I always park. I got all pissed off for a minute or so wondering how she DARED drive in front of me in MY PARKING GARAGE. Who did she think she was? Of course at the time, I just barked in the car, “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She parked, and I drove past her and parked in my usual spot. The whole occurrence slowed me down by maybe two seconds. As I was getting out of my car, I thought to myself, that was a bit of an overreaction, wasn’t it. Was it really necessary that I get all bent out of shape just because some random person wasn’t following what I perceived to be proper protocol in the garage?

Yes. It was. Bitch.