Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Real life honeymoons, they don't last forever

This week I'm coming to the realization that my honeymoon in Pittsburgh is over. Not only in Pittsburgh, but work. Eventually I knew this would happen and my happiness would slowly deteriate. And all the 'new' would lose its appeal and I would miss the old -- my nostalgia would kick in eventually. I need new experiences and I don't plan to move back to the SLC anytime soon, however, I wish I could find people who are like myself. And SLC had that.

People's thoughts are intersting. What make them so interesting is that we can't read others' thoughts; If we could life would be boring and too predictable.

Anyways, the Democrats took control of Congress today, both the House and the Senate. Myself, being a Democrat had mixed feelings; I voted Democrat, but my wallet leads me towards Republican ideologies. I'm sick of taxes. And I want to see my stocks do well, and Republicans in Congress make my wallet fatter. I like that. But I can't worry about that now, mabye the Democrats will that happen.

Monday, October 30, 2006

Taken Advantage Of? I Think Not!

If there's one thing that I can't stand, it's being taken advantage of. And lately I feel that a lot of people have been trying to do so, and what makes me so mad, is that some of them are successful.
I'm the type of person that will stand in line for 20 minutes over a 30 cent discrepancy over a charge. Call it George Costanza syndrome, but whatever it is, I've got it, and bad.
Let me give you an example of how I was taken advantage of tonight and, somebody who tried to take advantage of me and I wouldn't give them an inclnking of a chance.
First, Herbal Remidies of Wyoming screwed me out of 11 bucks. And let me tell you, I let them know how unhappy I was.
Second. Midas of Pittsburgh tonight. First of all, the guy I first talked to is a jack-ass, with a pecker the size of baby-carrot whow thinks nobody knows he has no self-esteem (another subject for another day). This jack-ass tried to tell me that my car needed some repairs to pass emissions. I didn't hesitate and looked this jack-ass in the eye and told him everything was fine because I had just checked it and he better pass my vehicle because I knew he was lying. Know this was a bluff. But my confidence and the look in my eye caused him to turn away and realize I was somebody who would not be taken advantage of. You win some, you lose some. But I have my self-respect and, the self-respect of everybody I come in contact with.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

True Courage or Afraid of Fear

Who doesn't like Starbucks Coffee? My guess is nobody. How could you not, it tastes so good. Aside from the fact that it's 'premium' coffee, but the fact that it's so damn expensive, must mean it's damn good. I'm kidding, but I do like Starbucks. However, it's not just the coffee, it's the ambiance that it exhumes that makes it such a 'cool' atmosphere. Anyway this blog isn't about Starbucks, but it's about a book that I read inside of Starbucks today. The book is The Alchemist written by Paulo Coelho -- an author I havn't ever heard of, but from what I hear is a world-renound author. He is good, I like his style and message. The thing that caught my attention so much is the overall theme of the book and what the main character of the book represents, myself and my own personal journey, or my own personal legend. But something caught my attention even more, what true courage is. It's not mearly being not afraid, but it's true courage. You can look into somebody's soul to see if they have true courage or if they are trying to fool themselves to mearly act unafraid of anything. What's the differnce between true courage and afraid of fear? I'm not sure. That's my new personal legend, to find out this answer.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Holy Shit! I flew

On October 14, the morning after Friday the 13th, I went flying in a little four seater plane, with less room than a car. Holy shit, it was such an amazing experience. And I just didn't go flying, I flew. I was the one who controled the plane off the ground; I flew it around the city; and I landed the plane. It really tripped-out my flight instructor, because it never crossed my mind that I would be unable to fly the plane. I new I could. Oh ya, and before the flight I was pulled over because aparently my car registration was expired, however, I doubt I'll get any leaway from the judge because I called the cop an ass three times. But he deserved it, he was an ass. I'm sorry, let me correct; he is an ass. Anyways flying was an amazing experience and I'm so excited to go again and fly again -- it's addicting. Also, I went to the Pittsburgh Steelers game tonight. They defeated the Chiefs 45-7. Hell ya. But even better, I'm starting to be a pilot. That's always been a dream. I'm no longer a psudo-pilot. I'm the real deal, or a quasi-pilot. But at least that's a pilot.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Afraid? I Think Not.

What a beautiful day it was. I woke up and went on a walk, and then enjoyed a couple of hours at Starbucks; however, after this, the day started to become intersting. I'm currenlty reading this book that talks about the 'Toltec' culture and how they practice thier day-to-day lives. It's faciniating. How as a culure they aren't afraid of life, or let me phrase this better: they arn't afraid of others thoughts towards them. And more importantly, they aren't afraid of themselves. They're true to themselves in a way that they don't lie to themselvs. Any way, what I was getting at is this, I did some four-wheel driving today 'off-road,' and it was a blast. I enjoyed inclining up a hill that was at least a 60 degree angle. And I also went through some mud that was about 200 yards long and a least a foot-and-a half deep. Execept for one time, I went sideways and ran into a tree. You see, the off-road I was driving on is met for four-wheel recreational vehicles and is not very wide. And there are trees everywhere on each side. It's pretty cool. Make a long story, short, I finally ran into a tree. However instead of getting upset -- like I used to do, and think 'why did I ever go here, I should of just stayed home and then I wouldn't have dented my bumber,' -- I embraced it and thought how much fun I just had. I wanted to go back and do it again, showing that mud-spot 'who was boss.' But, my X-terra was spent for the day. Now, I'm stoked to fix the dent in my bumber and the lights that I broke, because knowing that I can fix it, gives me new confidence. It makes me know I can do anything, and I belive I can. I don't need others and I don't care what others think. I went to the Steelers game by myself. Now I know so many people that would feel too self-consious for that, but I don't. I did back in the day, however, my new-self doesn't. I know who I am, and I am confortable with this. I'm not afraid of anything. I'm true to myself. This process has taken me some time. And it will take some time, but I know I can achieve anything.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

It's All About Life

What a situation. In this quasi-boyish life in which I live, I love it. My girlfriend tries to tell me that I can't have my 'boyish-charm' forever, but I'm not sure about that. Life is what we make of it. Let's take an example. To be cont.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Expecting Good Outcomes, Expected.


I have a friend, let’s call him dick, and dick’s problem (among many) is that he’s the most negative person I’ve ever met. I mean, it’s crazy it doesn’t matter what you say, dick will have a negative response or reply to any comment. I always noticed dicks negative aura; however it wasn’t until my girlfriend pointed it out one time that it really hit me – he’s got a negative comment for everything!

Let’s walk through a quick example. We’re sitting at a local sports bar, just outside Pittsburgh watching the Steelers game a couple of weeks ago, and he tells me of this cute girl whose said ‘hello’ to him. I quickly replied, “nice, you should go talk to her,” and the second, no lie a second, after I said this, I became bombed with negative responses of why he can’t go talk to this girl – I mean it was like I was in Lebanon. Everything from, “I’m a little drunk and probably couldn’t hold a normal conversation,” (which shouldn’t of been a problem, because he can’t ever hold conversation with girls – another story) to, “I’m not sure if I will be in Pittsburgh my whole life, so she might not want to leave her family.” I swear, I’m not lying here, even though it sounds preposterous. He made a marriage excuse within 15-seconds of making eye contact with this girl. How hard it is to see him like this, so negative, so unconfident and so nervous of everything in life. He never expects a good outcome for anything: from what a girl thinks of him to if there’s going to be parking downtown.

Expecting good outcomes is something that all confident, competitive people not only seek out; but also really believe with no doubt. Now, being one of these people who always believe everything will work out brings about my confident, competitive being. I have to have things work out, and I’m competitive enough that I’ll do everything to make sure it does, no matter what it takes. Everything from devoting an entire weekend to fixing my own sprinkler system (that I know what’s wrong with, not the guy whose going to charge me $300) to staying up all hours of the night fixing a minuet detail on a project for work that’s not due for two months!

Confident, competitive people do what it takes, they perform above their own ability because they truly believe they can do anything – they aren’t as good as they think they are, but they believe they’re better than you could ever imagine. It’s not an egocentric thing, they don’t believe the earth revolves around them, but they think they control how the world revolves.

People like myself will do what it takes, they’re who you want on your project team; now don’t worry they’re trying to be better than you, because it’s not really you they’re competing against – It’s themselves. For example, growing up I played baseball in Bountiful, Utah and I remember a game we played against our rivals, Viewmont. And in this particular game, we faced the best pitcher in the state, Jon Davis. This kid was good, I mean he could through the ball mid-90’s and he later went on to play pro-baseball. I was a sophomore playing varsity ball, so not only could he through hard, but he was about 4 years older than me. I’m not going to lie, I was a little intimidated, but I knew I could go 4-4 against him. There was no doubt in my mind. Long story short, we won the game, but I went 1-3, with a walk. I was excited for our team because we won; however, I couldn’t get over the fact I didn’t get on base two or the four times. This was the best pitcher in the state, it was my time to shine as a little sophomore, and I knew I was better than him. I let this burn in my mind, I let it sting, I let it hurt. Every day at practice I couldn’t wait until our next game against Viewmont, because I knew he would pitch. In my mind, I played out the scenario a million times, getting hit after hit against him. It wasn’t even an option that I wouldn’t go 4-4 against him next time.

A month and a half later, we played Viewmont again, this time on our home field. Everybody in my school was there; this was my time to shine. The night before I couldn’t sleep, I had no doubt in my mind I would go 4-4 against this kid. Now this isn’t a Disney movie and in the matter of time I’ll give you the shorter version – I went 2-4. I did better than my first time, but it still burned, hurt and stung. And we lost this game. But, the main point of this story was here was a kid, already to play pro baseball, there were pro-scouts at this game; he was 6’4’’, and myself, four years younger and 5’3” knew I was better than him. And believed it, more than anything, I had to go 4-4 against him; nothing short would be a success. Now, don’t get me wrong, I was stoked I went 2-4 against him, that’s batting .500, when the rest of my team only got 2 other hits, and one of my hits brought in our only run. Everybody was stoked for me, and I loved the attention, but it wasn’t enough.

Competitive, confident people need and expect good outcomes. They’re better than they think they are. Never believing anything less and never wanting anything less. They make it happen for themselves; sometimes by themselves, or sometimes with the help of others. But, they know how to succeed and they constantly challenge themselves: pushing limits, seeing what they’re made of. They accept the challenge because they want to know what they’re made of – they have to know, it’s what keeps them alive. It’s what keeps me alive.