Ok, I tried it. Got on the boat, started the engine (not sure if this is actually required), grabbed a cold one, still tied up and kicked back in the captain's chair. Damn if the fish didn't flop over the transom, right there! Thanks Ish! -- Ed
It bears repeating: The spike protein itself is pathogenic. Half the people who took the shot are constantly poisoning themselves.
I ran errands around the metro area recently. The traffic on the other side of the highway was crawling along. This particular road is a parking lot every weekday from about 2:30 until 6:00.
That statement also bears repeating: Every day enough people have amnesia that they create a roadblock.
Roughly one third of those people waiting to push the pedal on the right are ticking time bombs. Because of the widespread jab uptake, every single one of them worries about someone important to them rolling a one.
Willful amnesiacs consider their lives and those who love them useless. If they valued their most precious asset, time, they would not be parked on the highway waiting to get home. To reiterate, this is local traffic. Their actions say this is just the way life is, can’t change it.
Time management is the second most important personal responsibility every adult has. (The first is removing toxic people and situations from their life.)
There’s a lot to be said on time. Living in the moment, the past, or the future are all different ways of experiencing time. Most of us are a mix of the three, because people are capable of self reflection. These perceptions are appropriate in the right circumstances.
Living in the moment savors each second as it appears. There isn’t much anticipation of the future, nor regretting the sand already slipped through the hourglass.
Others are so caught up in a glorious future they miss the present and never learn from mistakes and triumphs of the past. One more change, another step, and they will arrive at the horizon. Just one more.
A sad situation is concentrating on the past without applying any of its lessons to the present or future. Such ruminations are for the end of life, not while there are still miles before sleep. And none of those miles should be spent stuck in traffic, either literally or figuratively.
We can mentally relive moments, anticipate, or let them flow through us. However we do this, we need others to make the most of our finite lives. Drag your depressed friend out of their endless failure reel and into a more fun future. Remind the horizon friend that the here and now is golden. Reign in the YOLO before consequences catch up to them.
Another aspect of time is marking its passage. There are two ways: constant improvement, or advancing towards a goal. They sound like the same thing, but there are major differences in their execution. A succinct way to put this is “progress” versus “outcome.”
Progress people desire constant improvement. The journey is the important part, more so than the goal. Time isn’t wasted as long as there is progress. A goal may be unclear, or never met, they don’t care as long as things change for the better.
Goal people are fixated on, you guessed it, a goal. They take concrete steps towards it, but the end is more important than the journey. As long as they accomplish smaller milestones towards a larger goal, their time is not wasted.
There are a few people out there who embody extreme versions of these behaviors. They drive each other nuts. Goal oriented people feel like the progress people create chaos for no reason. Progress people don’t like being around stick-in-the-mud outcome people when nothing changes.
Neither approach is wrong or right, they are just different ways of looking at the same concept: how to evaluate spent time. Our lives are a series of seconds, events, and touchstones. Whichever one of these two people you are, learn to appreciate and value the other. Progress people improve the world for everybody, and goal people provide stability.
Back to the story of how I spent part of a day. On my way home from errands when I had to go in the other direction, the one in which the highway was a parking lot, I chose to take the frontage road instead. At 45 miles an hour, I zipped past those who didn’t value life.
Is it any wonder there’s no uprising? None of these people thought it was worth taking an alternate route. They would rather waste a resource more precious than gold. We spend currency, but we also spend time. What does that tell you about their priorities? About how they view responsibility?
There simply aren’t enough of us willing to prudently allocate our most finite currency. Of course there is no general strike! It’s a more fundamental problem than not having the money to take a few weeks off of work, and possible long-term unemployment. It’s that their own mortality, and therefore the lives of others, are unimportant.
Everyone who knows local traffic patterns made that decision. How many of them choose it every day? Those who could work from home and avoid the humiliating commute made the choice to park their kid in daycare for an extra hour a day, or gave up their dreams of having a family because they lacked the strength to spend time with them. How many home-cooked meals and hugs are lost in traffic? Actions say the next generation is not worth it.
Is your own life important? Wasting time says it’s not. We can’t win against clown world without time management and surrounding ourselves with a complementary tribe.