Many Random Thoughts
I don't know how to make my email work! I got a url for my business: rudolphstrategies.com. I'm just trying to set up one email, but GoDaddy is like "noooo." As it turns out, I'm not smart enough to establish one email. Sigh.
In other news, Rambling has been such a blessing to me. Granted, I don't unleash my deepest, darkest thoughts. Nevertheless, it's been such a grand source of freedom. So many people, too many people say you can't do everything at once—in a blog, as a job, etc. For a time, I thought, "Shoot, I can't do everything at once." Then, I remembered how helpful naysayers are, and now I have to do everything at once. The only concession I'll make is that I have to do one thing at a time instead of concurrently. Still, I'm going to do all the things. You can't stop me. Boom.
But seriously, I think everyone should journal—privately, publicly: it doesn't matter. Think of how often people talk just to get their thoughts in order. Imagine if your thoughts were in just a bit of order before talking! A scary realization follows: we're so apt to give solutions when people are just trying to talk themselves into some kind of order.
I just ran out of bio coffee. It's a thing.
I'm not especially focused today. More literally, I am unfocused today. There are a lot of things going, and I still don't know how to set up my one email address. My brother is also visiting this weekend, but no one has shared any particular plans, and I have become a smidgeon dependent on scheduling things. I'm all for spontaneity, but "spontaneous" expectations don't quite gel.
Unvoiced expectations are the worst.
My car also has a lot of warning lights. One is a real but negligible issue. One is probably just the gas-cap. One is always on even though my tires are perfectly inflated. One is the coolant fluid warning, but it can't decide if it's low or ok. I'm taking the vehicle to the shop on Thursday. Someday, I may learn about cars. Today is not that day.
It's amusing when people get uppity about someone's lack of knowledge of a certain subject:
"How do you not know about thus-and-such football player?"
"I don't know, Brett. How do you have a smaller vocabulary than the average eight-year-old?"
Do you know what I just realized? The world gets so small when one rejects its variety. "There are two kinds of people in the world." "What's your sign?" "I'm an INFJ."
I know; I know. They're useful tools for helping someone get a job or fill a role or some such gobbledegook, but, in all my years of being alive, I have never found those thingies useful. In all my years of tutoring, I have not once used one of those "personality" type test thingies. Guess what: I've been able to help students. Holy moly!
They're like guns: There will be very rare cases where a gun is vitally necessary; in those cases, you best have training and a gun. In all other cases, keep that bugger holstered. Interviewing applicants for some stifling government job? Use Myers-Briggs. Meeting new people? Keep it holstered. Comforting a friend? Keep it holstered. Pursuing a lady? Keep it holstered. Playing with children or serving food to the homeless or visiting your grandma or washing dishes or going to church or helping someone paint or reading a story to your nephews and nieces or anything that behooves you to be fully engaged as a multidimensional, vibrant human being? Keep that compartmentalizing ca-ca holstered.
In other news, Rambling has been such a blessing to me. Granted, I don't unleash my deepest, darkest thoughts. Nevertheless, it's been such a grand source of freedom. So many people, too many people say you can't do everything at once—in a blog, as a job, etc. For a time, I thought, "Shoot, I can't do everything at once." Then, I remembered how helpful naysayers are, and now I have to do everything at once. The only concession I'll make is that I have to do one thing at a time instead of concurrently. Still, I'm going to do all the things. You can't stop me. Boom.
But seriously, I think everyone should journal—privately, publicly: it doesn't matter. Think of how often people talk just to get their thoughts in order. Imagine if your thoughts were in just a bit of order before talking! A scary realization follows: we're so apt to give solutions when people are just trying to talk themselves into some kind of order.
I just ran out of bio coffee. It's a thing.
I'm not especially focused today. More literally, I am unfocused today. There are a lot of things going, and I still don't know how to set up my one email address. My brother is also visiting this weekend, but no one has shared any particular plans, and I have become a smidgeon dependent on scheduling things. I'm all for spontaneity, but "spontaneous" expectations don't quite gel.
Unvoiced expectations are the worst.
My car also has a lot of warning lights. One is a real but negligible issue. One is probably just the gas-cap. One is always on even though my tires are perfectly inflated. One is the coolant fluid warning, but it can't decide if it's low or ok. I'm taking the vehicle to the shop on Thursday. Someday, I may learn about cars. Today is not that day.
It's amusing when people get uppity about someone's lack of knowledge of a certain subject:
"How do you not know about thus-and-such football player?"
"I don't know, Brett. How do you have a smaller vocabulary than the average eight-year-old?"
Do you know what I just realized? The world gets so small when one rejects its variety. "There are two kinds of people in the world." "What's your sign?" "I'm an INFJ."
I know; I know. They're useful tools for helping someone get a job or fill a role or some such gobbledegook, but, in all my years of being alive, I have never found those thingies useful. In all my years of tutoring, I have not once used one of those "personality" type test thingies. Guess what: I've been able to help students. Holy moly!
They're like guns: There will be very rare cases where a gun is vitally necessary; in those cases, you best have training and a gun. In all other cases, keep that bugger holstered. Interviewing applicants for some stifling government job? Use Myers-Briggs. Meeting new people? Keep it holstered. Comforting a friend? Keep it holstered. Pursuing a lady? Keep it holstered. Playing with children or serving food to the homeless or visiting your grandma or washing dishes or going to church or helping someone paint or reading a story to your nephews and nieces or anything that behooves you to be fully engaged as a multidimensional, vibrant human being? Keep that compartmentalizing ca-ca holstered.
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