Can I Relate? parte dos

Bueno mis amigos nos permite hablar de cosas nuevas. Creo que todas estas discusiones que hemos tenido, han sido saludable. Mi intención era la chispa de hablar entre amigos, y no discutiendo. Melinda, me molesta que nunca. Creo que nos ayudó a llegar a un nuevo nivel de entendimiento, que sólo puede alcanzarse mediante la conversación entre amigos en un mismo nivel. Te quiero a todos y me importa profundamente de cada uno de ustedes en mi speical manera. Que podamos vivir todos borrachos vida larga y llena de sorpresas.

de acuerdo a la palabra
-M

Yeah, sure buddy, why don't you play that in tempo!

So yesterday I was in quite a tiff.  I couldn’t let the days tribulation just be.  Here are some of the irregularities I exhibited:

Feeling sick: which I was hoping to avoid.  Thus getting me upset.

Responding to a friend’s blog, which I hardly do.  I kept thinking about the word “divide” and just kept getting upset.  Which was the theme all day yesterday.  I was flustered on feeling festered about festering and was filling up with this volcanic sludge that culminated in an explosion at 3:45 this morning. I’ll write about that in the following paragraphs. On the plus side, the blog made me reflect on my own ideas about parenting, leading to yesterday’s entry. 

 

Wait, there’s more…

 

Later at rehearsal I was a complete tempo miser, which I never am because our music is about, now to be corny, the ebb and flow of music.  We were trying to come up with a new song and I kept getting angrier about every passing note and passage they played because tempos were “all over the place”, than I finally said, “ENOUGH.” 

I went into pissed mode and reprimanded my band mates for not knowing how to play their guitars and proceeded to blame them for making me look like an ass when we play out live.  They just stood there looking at me, saying nothing, which made me angrier, at which point I said practice was over apologized and left.  Don’t worry everything is fine now, I also explained I was “not feeling it” and trying to get in the mood to play was making me crazy.

 

And more…

 

I got home tucked in for a nice rest and the damn animals woke me up at 3:45am.  Jean-Luc decided he would crap on the newspaper next to litter box, usually being ok, but then he went ahead and announced his accomplishment by making as much noise as possible to celebrate his masterpiece.  Needless to say, I was in complete disarray because it was so early in the morning and I could hear this ungodly loud paper rustle in the living room, that when I went to grab the cat to place him in the garage, well guess what…he decided to protest by biting me, I’m talking a break the flesh kind of bite, and that was the straw, because he unleashed the demon that had been brewing all day.  Then, I decided to yell at the cat, which without thinking about what I had done, alerted Brody, the dog, that something was wrong and to him that something was a nice pile of almond rocca left by the cat.  

So, while I was trying to get the cat placed in the garage, I had my dumb dog eating cat poop, and my demon increased ten fold.  I dropped the cat to go for the dog, that I managed to shove from the cat poop, and then I accidentally, in my ruckus, awoke the sleeping giant that is L and she had no clue of what was going on. I’m sure it seemed like a sea of chaotic “tom foolery” caused by me and the pets, I tried to readjust my steering by telling her to go back to bed, not a smart move on my part, because at that moment it was close to 4am and everything living in our household should have been dreaming of electric sheep, plus to finish I had the dog eating poop, the cat running from me and L thoroughly pissed off at me.  Not a so good start to my day.

 

Moments later…

 

As the silent light alarm shines its morn siren light, L and I had not gotten a goods night rest and were short with each other, that was when L told me some interesting factual research, that she does so well, that yesterday, while it was a day of great celebration, Inauguration and all, it is also the day and time of year, statistically speaking, when people are at their most depressed and choose to off themselves.  

What does all this mean? 

I blame my crazy behavior on all the bad vibes that were circling me yesterday, caused by all the depressed people in the world... no... universe.

The End. 

Xcuse the tiepos, I’m at skul.

The word according to

-M

Can I relate?

Recently a friend of mine wrote about a divide that happens between friends … a divide between those that have a baby and those that do not. I dwelled on the word “divide” for a while, what it entails, and then reflected on what I would be like as a parent. Agreeing with my friend, I believe I would change and this change would probably be perceived as a divide. While I never voice my opinions on parenting, I strongly believe in what I, as a father would be like, which I will not write about either. I will say this … everyone needs their space to become the parent they choose to become.

In this idyllic moment of reflection I have come to realize that I probably would not want to “hang out all the time” with friends, heck I hardly do it now, thus if and when a baby comes, time would be too sacred, to have to miss my child’s small moments and as a father, man don’t get me started. People change, circumstances change.

L and I have talked about how reclusive we are as a couple and how we would become completely reclusive if we had a child. We also talked about how becoming more reclusive would be a choice we would make as parents. Therefore, we’re not ready to make the commitment to children, because at the moment it is not the right fit for our lifestyle. When the time comes to get “on or off the bus” hopefully it will have been a ride or place we enjoyed regardless of the surrounding world. Until then, we’ll tackle that choice in stride, and we’ll keep on “practicing.”

As for not being able to “relate” to those that have children. I may have somewhat of an idea. Here it goes and I know I’ll get crap for it. To assume that those of us that grew up with younger siblings do not have a clue would be wrong. I understand that the bond shared between parent and child is different than the older to younger sibling bond.

I experienced some of the maintenance required of a young child; helping parents with screaming sister, being awoken at all hours of the night, changing diaper, feeding, preparing a bottle, and watching after younger sister, while it may not be all the heavenly duties, I feel it’s some of the important ones.

I also understand that my experience may be different and unique and a refection of my own parent’s parenting style, regardless, I have an image of what parenting might be and as a teacher … well ... let me just say I sometimes have to pick up where parents forgot to go. But I know that my fellow older brothers and sisters are out there, speak so that you may be heard.

Yes, I know and can already hear the “you just don’t understand or you can’t relate” parade.

Wait......Want to know something, you are absolutely right, because if I did understand and could completely relate, then I would be parenting your child, not you. Only you know what is best for your child and yourself as a parent. (the word "you" is used in a general way here)

This is the a word according to
-M

p.s.
Just wanting to start a healthy converstaion between friends.

@#%*

I haven't blogged in a long time, lets face the tears, it takes time and can be boring. On the other hand, the book I am reading at the moment begs to be talked about.

So, I received this book, "House of Leaves" over the holiday break and man is it a tense inducing skull numbing semen encrusted page turner. Yes, really.

I have reached the half way marker in the book and I can only guess where this book is going. Since I am constantly accused of "giving away" too much when I am excited about something... I will not say much about thee book (well not until I am done anyway). The book does make me question my better judgement and made me think of my young writing enthusiast friend, but at the risk of losing my friendship with his father, I will not recommend this book to him until he is atleast 17 or 18 years of age. It is one of those books.

I'll write more later, I have to go read

-m