I feel - some times a dangerous way to start a status update - disconnected from and unappreciated by some - not ALL - of my acquaintances.
I just have to wonder... Am I unapproachable? Do I smell bad? Do these people think I have nothing to offer?
Probably just feeding my resentment(s).
...part of me just wants to act out, and attempt a retreat in December - no meetings, no Facebook, no outgoing phone calls... Just work and home. I wonder how long it would take before anyone would "send out the search party"...
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Sooo... That's where my brain is trying to take me right now: "feeling alone in a room of crowded people"
18 November 2012
17 November 2012
16 November 2012
When Formula One Came to Austin
So, I'm thinking about our culture's infatuation with watching sports - whether it be team sports like football, basketball, and baseball; or more individual sports like golf, tennis, running, and auto racing. Part of the reason I'm thinking about it is because Austin is opening up a race track this weekend.
Honestly, I've never seen much appeal in watching others engage in physical activity - it just doesn't seem to matter much in the grand scheme of things, or in enhancing my personal enlightenment.
I'd rather be an active participant. Even there, though, I have to be aware of my limitations; and I'd rather be in a sport or exercise that has some secondary goals or maybe even healthy competition integrated into it. Example: I prefer to walk and bike to places, rather than drive... I prefer playing volleyball over playing football...
Mind's still sleepy, and I'm not sure where I'm going...
I guess I just don't feel invested in professional sports.
In a similar vein, I feel only slightly more investment in non-local artists, probably because I haven't had the opportunity to get to know them as fellow humans. However, some times art *DOES* change me, even when I'm just the spectator, and it is for those artists that I am grateful, as they have usually changed me for the better, or, at least, broadened my horizons.
Going to tag Troy Dillinger, 'cause his conversations here, this morning, got me thinking about this.
Honestly, I've never seen much appeal in watching others engage in physical activity - it just doesn't seem to matter much in the grand scheme of things, or in enhancing my personal enlightenment.
I'd rather be an active participant. Even there, though, I have to be aware of my limitations; and I'd rather be in a sport or exercise that has some secondary goals or maybe even healthy competition integrated into it. Example: I prefer to walk and bike to places, rather than drive... I prefer playing volleyball over playing football...
Mind's still sleepy, and I'm not sure where I'm going...
I guess I just don't feel invested in professional sports.
In a similar vein, I feel only slightly more investment in non-local artists, probably because I haven't had the opportunity to get to know them as fellow humans. However, some times art *DOES* change me, even when I'm just the spectator, and it is for those artists that I am grateful, as they have usually changed me for the better, or, at least, broadened my horizons.
Going to tag Troy Dillinger, 'cause his conversations here, this morning, got me thinking about this.
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