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Seeing red

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photo credit: collegepublisher.com

photo credit: collegepublisher.com

Rage and desperation can be startling motivators.  It’s a theme that seems to come up occasionally, especially when it comes to military personnel in combat.  I guess when people stop caring about consequences, they can accomplish amazing things.  It can be good or bad, depending on if they get a personal vendetta against enemy forces or people who made the mistake of crossing their path.  I wonder how many times soldiers have gone off on a killing rage, earning them a Purple Heart or Medal of Honor.  I think they’re most vulnerable to this happening if they lost a loved one who was very close to them, like family members or lifelong friends.  The trauma of losing someone so near and dear to their hearts can make them snap and get tunnel vision, focusing purely on one mission: revenge.  Slashing out at enemy soldiers during combat can be admirable; slashing out at individuals or groups who have offended you can be tragic.  It’s a fine line sometimes between what is considered heroic and what is considered criminal.

photo credit: bbc.co.uk

photo credit: bbc.co.uk

Of course, this idea also works in other areas of life.  People have been known to accomplish great things because of their sheer anger towards something.  One such case is someone I know, who people say work so hard out of bitterness and resentment.  Whether she’s trying hard to prove something or just using work as a way to escape that which bothers her is unclear, but the dedication is hard to miss.  Those who feel they need to do something to prove they’re better or that they can accomplish something they were told they couldn’t are especially driven to show that they can.  Anger can make you run faster, climb higher, jump further.  So it seems that it’s not so much having negative feelings and motivations that are a bad thing, but rather what you choose to do with them.  Choose to punch a bag rather than a person; choose to prove them wrong rather than give up; choose to do the better thing.

A leisurely stroll

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photo credit: Olof S on flickr

photo credit: Olof S on flickr

I think everyone should spend more time walking around the places they often drive by.  You notice a lot more when you’re on your feet going at a slower pace, whether it’s stores you never knew existed or hidden pathways you never went down. Plus, when you see things from much closer, you’re more likely to notice things that you wouldn’t have ever caught otherwise.  It’s an entirely new way of appreciating the very same place you always thought you knew so well, or exploring a foreign place.

My mom and I took a nice little walk when we were waiting for the car to get fixed up at the body shop last week.  As we casually made our way down the quiet neighborhood, we noted all kinds of cool plants that she may want to plant in our own yard.  I noted that there were a lot of the same brand two or three brands of cars around there and that each stand-alone house actually housed two families.  We saw a squirrel hanging out in the shade of a tree and trees with spikes growing on the trunks, which inspired us to think of a solution to prevent animals from stealing the fruits that my mom so laboriously planted.  We noticed the architecture of the houses and the vibrant colors of the neighborhood.  I saw the mailman delivering mail with his bag and we quickly noted that he did so because there were no mailboxes in that area.  We also saw how the first street we went down seemed to have a far nicer feel than the next street, which had more run-down houses and less shady trees to fill the space.  All of that, and we got some nice exercise too.

The same thing goes fora  lot of streets you may tend to rush by.  You may not notice that the store on the corner sells small trinkets in the midst of magazines or furniture.  You may never know that in the display case of another store, is the very elusive bit of jewelry you’ve been hunting for.  Or that one shop has amazing brass handles that are an artwork to themselves, or another is hidden so far from the road you never would have found it otherwise.  You can wander into little courtyards lined with small shops selling a variety of random items, or even find a cute restaurant tucked away in the corner.  A medicine shop sits next to a book shop that holds monthly book readings.  A map of the town waits for you at one intersection, wondering if you’ll ever discover that it will show you a history of the streets you frequent (having not been changed in a decade).

It’s amazing what you can find if you ditched the wheels and let your own two feet guide you.

Cliffhangers

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They love cliffhangers and I don't. What to do? photo credit: louisvolant on flickr

I’ve never been a big fan of cliffhangers, whether in books or shows.  I guess I like to know that all loose ends are tied up and life from that point on will be rather mundane.  I don’t like sitting there imagining what may happen, based on an insinuation or clue that was thrown out just to make you wonder.  I may not need a happily ever after, but I like closure and a sense that the story is over.  Cliffhangers keep doors wide open and that is just not appealing to me at all.  It’s ok if it’s just an end to something that will be continued in the next episode, next series, or whatever, but when it’s the last… that’s just not my thing.

What I especially don’t like is that cliffhangers more often than not are a hint that the evil overcome throughout the entire novel, movie, or what have you comes back to continue haunting the protagonists.  Why is it that the bad guy will always rise again?  I mean, I know peace doesn’t make for good storytelling, but surely people can come up with a better way?  Instead everyone takes the same formula and creates a variety of plots based on that.  Hero(ine) is confronted with antagonist, battles evil forces and inner demons, overcomes the bad guys, but right before story ends, glimmer of bad guys’ not being completely defeated comes back.  Standard for any show these days, isn’t it?  Not my piece of cake.

Perhaps that’s part of the reason I’m not so interested in modern entertainment.  I don’t have the time and energy to follow a storyline, then spend hours fantasizing about how things could turn out in the ensuing time following the end of a story.  I’m hugely curious and I like my answers.  I guess the best I can do is just not imagine too much though, since it’s pretty much unavoidable in any show I might follow or movie I go see.  People really like having more questions than they do answers, don’t they?

What you give you don’t get

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photo credit: net_efekt from flickr

photo credit: net_efekt from flickr

Sometimes I wonder if services are a zero sum game, in a way.  Basically, it seems that whenever you’re really good at doing something for others, you don’t really know anyone who can provide that very something to you as well.  Take that person in a social circle who’s always the entertainer – the one who tells jokes that make people laugh, the one who tells stories that captivate people, the one who plays pranks that amuse people.  I know a few people like that and it seems they never get to sit back and let someone else take the reins.  Certainly everyone can be better off because they all enjoyed it, including the person performing, but I’m sure there are the times when they wish that someone else could take their place, if only for a moment.  It is then that other people win, but that person loses and it becomes a sort of zero sum game.

I was listening to yet another talk, where it was mentioned that a lot of people don’t want to know how a magician does his tricks.  It was then that it hit me that the mystery others feel when they watch magic they don’t understand is lost upon the magician.  A magician cannot mystify himself with the same sort of wonder that this audience experiences, for he understands the mechanisms behind the tricks.  Certainly it’s cool that he can do a certain thing a certain way and make people believe he did something else, but it’s not as cool as just believing he did that magical thing.  So in providing a certain type of service to others, you rob yourself of the experience of being on the other side.  I guess it’s only worth it if the pleasure of providing the service outweighs the loss of the experience.

The experience

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photo credit: Ocha-Neko on flickr

I wrote earlier how things are transitioning from a service market to an experience market.  Consumers aren’t just looking for great service anymore, but want the entire experience from the first point of contact to the last to feel authentic to whatever it is supposed to be.  I found this wonderfully true at the spa I chose in Phuket, where the website, building interior and exterior, and all their services combined for a wonderful sense of tranquility.  That’s exactly how it should be and I’ll definitely go to them when I return someday.

As I was searching for a dim sum place to eat at in Hong Kong, I read about one place that apparently is one of the few restaurants that still served dim sum on carts that are pushed around.  Of course that was the very one I chose, since dim sum just isn’t as fun when you order it off a menu.  It was surprising to me that they’d be phasing this out, since it’s a great part of the experience and that’s what truly makes it unique.  Without that, where is the fun?  Restaurants would do well to keep that tradition alive, or else the dishes become nothing more than some appetizers on their menu.

DSC06412Sadly, when I got to City Hall to locate the restaurant, I found it is under renovation, so I was redirected to a place called Jasmine in the La Jardine building nearby.  It turned out to be one of those fancy places that I hardly frequent, offering bird’s nest and albacore or something like that.  I don’t really care for high class food, but I was desperately hungry and wanted dim sum, so I went anyway.  The food itself was tasty and they still served them in the bamboo containers, but it was so unceremonious it made me sad.  No lady pushing a cart, touting her choices.  No cutting the food in front of me or adding soy sauce and other last-minute touches.  No sheet filling up with stamps to indicate the dishes I’d eaten.  Just a waitress placing my orders on the table.

I can’t wait to go back to the dim sum place I eat at in Alhambra and have a nice hearty brunch with some friends.  That’s another thing – eating dim sum alone is extremely boring!  You can only order so many dishes before you don’t know what to do with yourself.  It’s far better to have more people sharing the dishes so everyone can get a little taste of each yummy item.  So I guess my craving for the dim sum experience will have to wait at least another week.

Airports reimagined

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Bangkok Airport: it's like a robot caterpillar.

Bangkok Airport: it's like a robot caterpillar.


It first occurred to me as the bus was pulling away from the airport in Bangkok that it made no sense why the departure gates are so nice and up top whereas the arrival gates are given basement levels and dungeon treatment.  I was staring at its unique architecture and thinking of how high the ceilings in the departure area are, getting the bulk of the natural lighting.  Then I thought about the grungy ground floor that  I had just left, where everything was darker and grimier.  It had never hit me before, but suddenly I wondered: is this the first impression that a country or city wants to give to visitors?  Sure, I walked through some nice areas to get out of the airport, but in making departing so scenic an experience, are you trying to encourage people to leave?  Besides, the people in departure have seen your city already; they hardly need to see highlights of it.  Rather, it’s the people arriving who should get a glimpse of everything you have to offer.

So here’s how I envision it: people fly in from around the world to your airport, where they see some of the finest architecture you are capable of, preferably with some local flair or at least a memorable look and feel.  They disembark and take an escalator up to the top floor, where sunlight flows in during the day and stars twinkle overhead at night.  Along their walk they pass art that exemplifies what your city, your country is all about and get to see some mini models of cool buildings they’ll find, as well as some static scenes of what local life is or was like.  Already they can smell the food your town has to offer and envision the bustle or peacefulness of your streets.  Meanwhile, as they look around outside the terminal, they are offered beautiful views of the surrounding area, whether it’s the ocean water or city lights shining in the distance.

thai temple in bangkok

Wouldn’t you like to see a model of this temple greeting you instead of… nothing?


The anticipation builds as they approach immigration, where TVs depict highlights of what they can find after they set foot outside.  As they wait in line, colorful images catch their attention and useful subtitling leave them scribbling notes on what amazing things they want to check out there.  By the time they reach the immigration official, they are so engrossed in the videos that they hardly want to leave.  Officials are dressed in native attire and all wear a smile on their face as they greet you.  Though they take their roles seriously and carefully check your documents, they do so with a pleasant demeanor and welcome you to their city the moment you pass.  If you don’t, they politely direct you to wherever you need to go to be checked out further.  From there, they apologize for the inconvenience and allow you through or detain you because you really are a threat.

Carts are strategically placed beyond the immigration line so you’ll be prepared as soon as you get to the appropriate conveyor belt.  You can watch as the luggage is loaded from the truck to the conveyor belt outside, then taken up to where you are standing.  As you search for your belongings, you can distract yourself with spectacular views of planes taking off or landing, as well as enjoy the scenery and continue to watch those videos about the sights and sounds of the city they’re about to experience.  The moment they have all their belongings and clear customs, they are greeted with a bright lobby complete with free maps, information on the special concessions available for tourists, and the typical money exchange, bank, ATMs, hotel/tour/taxi bookings, and information centers.  For those being picked up, glass doors allow both sides to locate their parties upon approach, so they know exactly where to head to (rather than scanning the crowd trying to figure out where to go) as soon as they exit.  For the others, signs clearly point the way to the various forms of transportation offered from the airport and ticketing stands are located near pick-up locations or along the way to getting to the bus, train, shuttle, or what have you.

They should have had this in arrival!  I saw plenty of mini versions throughout Bangkok.

They should have had this in arrival! I saw plenty of mini versions throughout Bangkok.


Small touches add a local flair to the decor, from things like the design of the door handles to the decorations spicing up the space.  Murals show off the most popular attractions and display cases offer a preview of the cool things you can buy, do, or see.  A few small stores offer items for sale, just in case a visitor doesn’t want to have to track down an item they like somewhere in the city.  A couple of convenience stores and cafes allow a weary traveler to get a quick pick-me-up before the typically half-hour to hour drive to get into the city, or wherever their destination may be.  If possible, the bank on site would stay open all night, in case flights came in late and people missed their chance to withdraw money (and couldn’t through an ATM).  All ATMs would certainly be operating 24 hours a day.

As for the departure terminal, well, it would be below the arrivals and get less light.  However, it would be brightly lit and decorated with the top attractions that visitors and locals alike should have seen, as a reminder of the beauty of the city they’re leaving.  There would be messages all around inviting them to return soon and thanking them for stopping by.  After checking in and going through security, they’d walk past all the duty free shops as we do now.  Some restaurants would line the outer edge of the terminal with clear views of the runways.  All the waiting areas for the gates would also offer a look towards the flights arriving and departing.  When it comes time for boarding, stairs, escalators, ramps, and elevators would allow access to the floor where the ramp to the airplane is.  Actually, some  places function like this already (so what does their arrival terminal look like?).

This plan may not be practical, but it would be nice if they at least put more welcoming decorations in arrivals.  This idea was reemphasized when I saw all the cool things they had in departures as I was leaving.  I’m sure having a more inviting arrival terminal would make us all feel more welcome, whether we’re coming for the first time or coming home.

Timeless dilemma

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Truly like a ninja.

Truly like a ninja.

I have a friend, Ninja, who lives his life in such a way that it should be worthy of being made into a movie.  In everything he does, that’s how he’ll treat things.  It’s quite fitting that everyone sees him as a ninja, prowling around doing all kinds of cool moves and getting into spectacular “fights.”  I’m sure everyone would love to have his approach to life.  It’s really quite cool, because then he’s always having exciting adventures.  It helps that he’s extremely athletic, so he can escape situations if needed.  One of the examples was when he went to the midnight showing of Indiana Jones (whichever one just came out in the past year or so) dressed in a leather jacket, leather hat/fedora thing, and (real) bullwhip.  After the show ended, he stood up on the balcony and cracked his whip to cheers and whistles until security approached.  He then made a run for it and got out unscathed.  Now how awesome is that?!

Having too much fun to write about it!

Having too much fun to write about it!

Well, the thing is, if you’re out having such a fantastic time all the time, you never have time to record it for others to enjoy or for it to be passed down in the books.  This is a dilemma that I face all the time as I ponder how worthwhile it is for me to maintain a daily journal.  It started back in 4th grade, when I wanted a diary from the Scholastic Fair, but my dad would only allow me to buy it if I promised to write in it every day.  I did, and he got me the diary, but never again asked about it.  It was only in the months and years following, when my parents would find me scribbling away at yet another volume of my journal, that they realized I was serious.  Maybe they didn’t hold me accountable for my promise, but I did.  They used to scold me that I was wasting my time writing so much and it was just a liu shui zhang, or ‘running water account’.  Basically, it meant that my writing was as useless as a bank account where all the funds were drained, or something to that extent.

Nonetheless, I pursued until about a year ago, when I truly started to get behind on my writing.  When I can’t find the time to write an entry each day (which has been the case for many years), I’ll keep bullet point notes to remind me of what to write about when I do have time to catch up.  I used to be able to catch up on a weekly basis, which then evolved to a monthly basis and now… yearly?  I still have tons of notes for all the days I’ve missed, though even those I’m behind on now.  I’m not too worried though, since with the brilliance of the internet, I can just check my Facebook, blog, texts, and IMs from a particular day to piece together what happened.  Not the best way to keep track of my life, but it works.

Have fun playing with friends or chill out writing alone?

Have fun playing with friends or chill out writing alone?

My constant struggle with keeping a journal was that when I had a lot to write about, I had no time to write about it and when I had plenty of time to write, I had nothing to write about.  After all, if you’re too busy out doing fun and interesting things, you won’t have time to stop and spend some time writing about it.  Conversely, if you’ve got plenty of time sitting around, you aren’t really doing much exciting stuff to mention.  So I always question the existence of my journal and whether or not I should maintain it.  Even now, being so far behind, I fully intend to catch up on it eventually.  But is it worth the time?  Should I be doing something more notable instead?  I used to write when I couldn’t really do anything else, like when I was on planes or in a waiting room, but that doesn’t happen much anymore, so most of my time I can spend doing something else.  I’d like to live a storybook life, but I’d like to document it as well.  So where is my balance?  I don’t know if I’ll ever find one, but I will certainly always be striving towards one.

Serendipity

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Some may call it an accident, some may call it a mistake, but I call it serendipity.  With every supposed wrong turn we make, every situation that doesn’t go quite as we planned, there’s something else to be discovered and seen.  It seems that the “bad luck” I’ve had recently may have been unfortunate, but it has also provided the opportunity for some rich experiences.  Of course, there are lessons to be learned, but I don’t like to concern myself too much with getting things right.  Traveling is just about the one thing that I am ok not doing extensive research on before jumping in.  In fact, I’d be perfectly fine with not knowing my next destination or how long I’d be staying at the current one, if only I had the money to support that type of travel.

Spacious and comfy.

Spacious and comfy.


It all started when I was getting ready to check in for my flight to Kuala Lumpur.   I had inadvertently packed my passport in a purse that I had decided not to bring.  Thankfully, I discovered it soon enough to still catch a ride with Mizu and Zen.  It turns out that was actually fortunate, because I had booked the wrong flight (it was for the following day), so I would have been stranded there or been forced to pay SGD 60 to change to that flight, if they had space.  Instead, I got a luxury bus ticket for SGD 38, got treated to gelato and waffles, had a huge seat and personal TV, got a chance to enjoy the landscape, and even got dropped off at a location very close to my hostel (saved me a trip from the airport!).  I had wanted to take a bus originally, but what I fould was more expensive than flying, which is why I had chosen to buy an air ticket.  But in the end, I still got what I had wanted to do.

The next hiccup was a small one, where I nearly went to the wrong airport to board my flight to Phuket.  It was caught early on in the day, so I got to my boarding gate with plenty of time to spare, but even if I had gone to the wrong place, I could have found a way to get there on time anyway.  Upon arrival in Phuket, the airport bus had stopped running for the night, so I took a shared airport “limousine” and we stopped at a travel agent’s office so they could solicit us.  Though I didn’t book any tours, I did find out about one that I was interested in, which I probably wouldn’t have known about otherwise.  I plan on taking such a tour in the next day or two.

The night view of Phuket Town.

The night view of Phuket Town.


Now in Phuket there are many beaches, most of which are a good 30 minute drive from Phuket Town.  My first day there, I decided to go over to Patong Beach, which is the most tourist-concentrated one.  I had booked a spa appointment for the afternoon and enjoyed some wonderful relaxation treatment (aromatherapy sauna, hot stone massage, and facial!) before heading to the beach.  I had a lovely time digging up clams and those sand bugs that burrow in the sand with amazing speed.  Unfortunately, I had a bit too much fun and by 7:15 I was trying to find a ride back to no avail.  The bus stopped running at 6:30 and the tut tuts quoted me at THB 500!  So I walked along the street, trying to find a better way and ended up asking a hotel security guard and his friend for help.  They flagged down a family on a motobike and arranged to have them drop me off for THB 200.  The man dropped off his wife and baby and took me over the hills back to Phuket Town.  On the way he stopped for gas (or whatever it is) and I was greatly amused when they took a huge bottle of what looked like cherry syrup or grenadine and poured it into his tank.  What interesting fuel!  When we got to the hostel and I paid him, he then offered to take me for a spin around town.  I decided to accept his offer and later he insisted on showing me Phuket Town from a viewpoint.  There was a nice park at the top of a summit and a crowd of people sat on the small wall erected to prevent people from tumbling down.

It almost makes me want to try it.

Would you have guessed this is fuel?


Learning my lesson, I checked with the bus driver the next day to make sure I didn’t miss the last bus (which was due at 4) and went to another beach, Nai Harn.  I had managed to find a larger clam and even a pointy-shelled sea snail before it started to rain.  So by 3:20, I was standing under some trees at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive.  When it stopped raining, I ventured back towards the beach to get some more water for my new pets and an expat approached me, offering to take me back.  Apparently he had seen the guys at the coffee shop eyeing me and he didn’t feel it was safe for me.  I just needed the bus to come and all would be fine.  He insisted on taking me because he was bored out of his mind and needed something to do, so I decided to go with it.  I got the extra water I wanted and he took me to his place to exchange the motobike for a truck.  We had a nice chat and I got a comfortable ride back, complete with a bucket to keep my pets in so I wouldn’t have to hold them the whole way.

So, it turned out that each transportation problem I came across became a new adventure, often with nice people helping me out.  I believe that people are mostly kind and genuine and certainly not psychokillers or kidnappers, but I still keep a wary eye out.  Everybody I’ve sized up so far seemed like a punch to the face and a kick to the groin would be enough to take them down.  I’ve watched out for roads to make sure we were going the right way and noted places that we passed that looked safe enough to find help at, if I had to run away.  With those precautions, then it’s just luck on who I choose to trust.  People may be concerned about a girl traveling on her own, but as my expat driver told me, I seem very confident.  I walk with a purposeful and powerful stride, I ignore most of the people hollering at me, and I act like I know what I’m doing whether or not I actually do.  Nobody’s going to see me as an easy target.  I’ve come across a lot of helpful people who have saved me a lot of hassle (and money).  I call that serendipity.  🙂

Security or sharing?

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I’ve had this dilemma between wanting to share what’s going on in my life (especially as it’s current) and needing to protect myself to some degree.  I remember reading awhile back about a guy whose home was burglarized after he announced a vacation over Twitter.  That was a wake-up call for me and a reminder of the dangers of transparency. Katana had mentioned this very issue at some point, talking about how she would only speak of plans to vacation after the fact and make very vague references to places that she likes to frequent.  It was all in an effort to prevent certain people from finding her too easily or know too much.

A vacation long past.  Can you guess where I am?

A vacation long past. Can you guess where I am?

I may not be too concerned about my privacy yet, but maybe one day I will, if I become more high-profile through the work that I do and (hopefully) get to be known by.  I don’t want to get into habits of sharing everything about my life and finding it working against me in the future.  So far it’s been fine for me – I tend to talk about things I’m thinking of and things that I did on a particular day.  Nothing there that would pinpoint where to find me, since I would have been long gone by the time I wrote about it.  Of course, there was the huge move to Singapore that narrows things down quite a bit, but I’ve never mentioned where I’ve stayed or worked while here.  Also, I haven’t talked about exactly where I live in LA and it’s not like the house is empty and easy to be broken into anyway.

However, this is the first time that I’m vacationing (there, I said it) since I started my blog more seriously.  This time I’m not worried because people don’t know where I’m staying (except for colleagues, who I trust) and it’s not like I’m leaving the place empty – there will still be plenty of people occupying that space, going on with their lives.  The problem is I don’t know what I’d do when I do go on vacation and leave a home empty.  I absolutely love to share my life with others, friends or strangers.  I just don’t want that to come kick me in the butt in the future for being too transparent about my life’s details.  But will I really be able to resist sharing?

If you're sick of seeing my face, too bad.  I try not to put pictures of others unless they are hard to recognize or I am out of touch with them.

If you're sick of seeing my face, too bad. I try not to put pictures of others unless they are hard to recognize or I am out of touch with them.

It’s a battle between who knows the most intimate details about me (and who can find out if they wanted) and of those people, who would actually do something to harm me.  Does my announcement of some time away put me at risk for being robbed?  Can people who I don’t know that well find my personal details?  That stuff doesn’t seem too hard to find – I’m constantly filling out forms with it, so what if it all goes to the wrong hands one day?  There are so many questions and not enough answers – this has to end up being a judgment call with not much basis beyond a feeling.  I feel safe enough sharing it now, so I will.  I’ll try to only write about the cities I visit after I’ve left them, just for practice.

I remember thinking similar thoughts when I posted earlier this week about looking for a job.  I wanted to share a screenshot of my résumé, but I didn’t want everyone to see my contact details.  So, I spent quite a bit of time editing it so that people would know that the contact details would have gone in that space,  but not be able to read it.  The first few times I tired a variety of blurring effects, but none worked well enough, so I finally settled with a pixelating.  I trust that people are generally good, but it doesn’t hurt to take some cautionary steps at times.  I just hope I don’t ever get too paranoid.

Mentality vs behavior

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[just a short post as I get ready for a busy couple of weeks]

Today I met with a guy who came off as a huge cynic, or at least someone who doesn’t appreciate the world for what it is, but is dissatisfied with much of it.  It was a very interesting chat to hear about his point of view and how he sees himself as an optimist.  To him, the world could be so much better, but it isn’t, which is why he claims he’s an optimist.  However, I see that more as a harsh critic.  After all, he never provided any solutions or ideas for how to make things better then.  Instead, he dissed what he didn’t like and spoke eagerly about what he did (New Yorkers’ no-nonsense way of life).

I was put off by his negativity at first, but found it interesting to hear his view on things.  To some extent, he brought out the critic in me and I told him some of the things that bothered me.  Ultimately though, I’m a positive person and I don’t go around sullying everyone’s moods.  I can see why he considers himself an optimist, but I don’t think he is.  a true optimist would think we can do so much more and come up with ways to do it because he’d believe in our ability to accomplish such tasks.

At the same time, I felt intrigued to try to understand his complex character more.  It was refreshing to have someone challenge your way of thinking and your opinions so much though.  Another interesting thought that came up was how he doesn’t hide his gripes with the world and feels that people who see problems but are still happy are insincere.  I didn’t believe that and felt that though there are things I am not happy about, that doesn’t mean I’m going to spend my days pointing out all that bothers me.  I spent some time afterwards considering why I didn’t feel that incongruency was not a bad thing.  I’m still not quite sure how to put all these ideas into the right words, so I’ll get back to you when I have.

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