Borderline Personality Users' Manual

I can't do sit-ups with this glass of wine in my hand!
Mickey: Your nose is broken.
Rocky: How does it look?
Mickey: Ah, it's an improvement.
It's high time I get in shape! If Rocky could do it, maybe I can, too. I mean, I was in pretty good running condition only two years ago. I maintained a regimen of 25 km per week. And I didn't start running until my 40's. Now, I'm fat and out of shape. Yuck!
All I need to do is get started. Yeah, that sounds easy, but let me say, the toughest work out is not the first one, but the second. Because after the adrenaline wears off, you are one big wad of pain. Even after a couple of days off, you don't feel much like doing that again. What you have to do is push through the second one with double the effort. And don't wait so long to resume. Get out there as soon as you can. Yeah. That's what I need to do.


I miss those days when I could fit into my clothes. At least I've taken the step to give up sweets. That's pretty damn hard. After three weeks, I can actually smell the sugar at the bakery. It's kind of gross!
Sugar does something weird on me. I actually bloat up. I have done some reading about candida, which is a type of fungal or yeast infection. The symptoms of candida infection are pretty numerous and vague. I mean, everybody in Texas has dry eyes in Summer. All I know is the more sugar I consume, the fatter I get. I can eat all the fat I want if I limit my sugar intake.
Also, I am heavier than I look. I always fool the carnival barkers at the fair. At 1.7 m and 86 kilos, I am actually borderline obese, but I wear small- to medium-sized clothes. My doctor's office staff are always surprised when I get on the scale. Well, I don't step on a scale these days. But I'm getting there.

So, my first step will be: run my ass off. Step 2: repeat step 1.


So much noise
Amy Winehouse died today, and the trolls were out in force on Twitter, blogs, comments on news stories. The 27-Club added a new member. It's really a shame. She seemed to be destined for a brief but brilliant life. And people will likely point to her as an example, "See kids, that's what'll happen to you if you don't... or do" or whatever.
Meanwhile, there is a major humanitarian disaster happening along the border between Somalia and Kenya. Some nut blew up offices in Oslo, then proceeded to shoot nearly a hundred kids at a camp. The US Government is about to default on its debt (whatever that means). And the continued polarization of America keeps rolling on, like a snowball.
The mainstream media are perpetuating the hysteria. But, that's what they're good at. In any case, life goes on, and that life is pretty damn short.
About one hundred years ago, about the time my great-grandparents were starting a family, the world was a pretty big place. Most humans could live their entire lives never knowing about what lay beyond a day's walk from their home. The newspaper was just about the only source of information, especially in places like rural South Texas, where my great-grandparents lived. If there was a war in some desert on the opposite side of the planet, it was probably buried in the back pages, if it was included at all. I'm sure when Titanic sank in the North Atlantic, they might have seen it on the front page for a few weeks. Perhaps not. It probably did not matter to them. And many of their neighbors probably could not read or write.
Now, in the 21st-Century, we have all the information in the world, literally at our fingertips. I can learn about what is happening now, or about the history of China or Alexander the Great simply by tapping on my iPad. Voilà! We are the most informed, literate people in the history of the world. No other generation has ever been afforded this much data. It's more than my parents could have ever imagined, and they helped to create this world. But all this convenience comes at a price.
It is impossible to be among other people and not hear about what is happening in the world. If you don't know what's going on, you probably don't have access to the web, and so I am not talking about you. For the rest of us, we can't shut if off. Even the Amish can't avoid the stray sound waves blaring from the passing cars as they drive their horse-drawn buggies. It is all around us. It's here, in this blog. You have not escaped it. So much noise. Imagine you're in a recital hall where an orchestra is warming up, getting ready to perform. There are people trying to find their seats, the ushers and the orchestra. All of it a dissonant chaos. But you are talking to your friend in the next seat. You don't hear all the noise. Somehow, you are able to tune it out.
Tuning it out is not only necessary, but it becomes automatic. It applies to audible noise as well as media noise. But you have to adapt. Eventually, we will adapt to the cacophony around us. And the media will adapt by raising the volume. It's like a little arms race.
Hopefully, this world will get its head straight soon. Maybe we will learn to turn off the noise. But that means you will have to stop reading this, too. Well, everything in moderation, right?
That being said, I'm off to finish a sudoku. My cat will curl up beside me, purring. My wife might snore a little (sorry, Baby). But that's music to my ears.


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