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Garret Vreeland
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Continuously generating eclectricity.
Continuously generating eclectricity.

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You probably have no time for ... 'elective' ... reading. But I can recommend "The Closing of the Western Mind; The Rise of Faith and the Fall of Reason" by Charles Freeman.

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Right after college, I worked on Wall Street for a year and a half (different life, feels like). Being the nosey person I am, I asked everyone what their majors were. The analysts (as opposed to brokers) were mostly English and Philosophy (!) majors. No MBAs. My take was, you have to be able to write, you have to know human nature, you have to be able to think. Who better, than an English major? Depending on how important one believes Wall Street is, you could say English majors run the world ...

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I believe you have the right of it. In high school, with my speech impediment, I feared judgment, teasing and pulled inward becoming a loner. Today, through Facebook and becoming reacquainted with some of my old peers, I realize how much I missed. I find myself apologizing for my own lack of ... well, it's hard to express exactly ... 'generosity' is the best word I've found. I wasn't generous to others, but worst of all, I wasn't generous to myself. Experiences during the college years woke me up to how much I was missing out of life.

Better to risk and craft a compelling life, than to not risk and stagnate. Take occasional negative judgments as "water off a duck's back." Howl the eternal yes.

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Ah, I'll be an enabler. Finest rollerball I've ever used (and I'm a fountain-pen guy): http://www.retro51.com/fwi_tor_classiclacquers.html

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One time I was really, solidly stuck. The funny thing is, it was a television show that 'unstuck' me. The episode switched up the romantic pairing I liked, I got all wrought up and sat down and rewrote the episode for myself. Never showed it to anyone, haven't really looked at it since, but I got my feelings expressed and that unstuck everything else.

I know, I know ... 'fan fiction.' Like I said, I never shared it around. Got me working on dialog and description without even realizing it, because I loved those characters. It's a nonthreatening, nonjudgmental way to 'loosen up'.

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Been thinking a lot lately about 'giving up' vs. 'moving on.'

The metaphor of going somewhere in a car, and abandoning it just happened to be perfect for something I've been stewing over. Great writing!

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When one becomes an adult, unfettered free time is a will o' the wisp from youth. Enjoy it as much as you can. I had a lovely grassy hill near my home, where I'd lie back and trace the clouds, imagining my future. More often, just looking out blankly as my brain free-associated the day's impressions. By the time a trickle of sweat would mix with the prickle of grass - (a return to full awareness) - I'd be standing before I knew it and thinking about other adventures. As an adult, I can think of no better, more enjoyable pursuit.

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That TOTALLY didn't work. G+ mangled it. If it had presented properly, it would have been "Darmok and Jalad at Tenagra." Look it up, if you don't already know of it.

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"It was all me, creating enemies out of thin air to attack my own identity from the inside."

God I know this. Since Facebook became popular, I reconnected with many high school friends and acquaintances. Talking about 'old times' resulted in an epiphany: my stuttering throughout the school years was not only unknown to them, but didn't matter. I'd isolated and tortured myself with fear of others' judgment for no reason ... and been bitter over it for years. 

Now I have these same folks saying, "You're so well-spoken and funny. Why were you so ungenerous in high school?"

I can't remedy any of these scenarios unless I go back in time. I see clearly now I actually had control over the situation, through my own thoughts and behaviors. I just couldn't see it at the time. I have one threadbare excuse: I also wasn't the person then, that I am today. 

I can't help looking back and thinking, "What a waste." Bitter over my own bitterness! But I'm wise enough (maybe) now to see THAT is a total waste as well. 

So I'll go grab a chunk of holiday Toblerone and move on (wink). Thanks, as always, for a thought-provoking post, M.
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