The Changing of Fall Bitter Friday Giftures

Fall. I always hate this time of year. There are all the leaves falling, the shorter days, and the coldness. Sometimes I just wish that it wouldn’t take so long for the light to disappear. I mean seriously, why does the light have to be so prevalent? Life would be so much better if it were just dark all day and all night. Night has this whole thing down, but day keeps trying to squeeze in every last ounce of light. We all know that people are just less productive at night. I know I am. I can’t remember the last thing I accomplished at night. If we could continue to have more darkness, productivity would cease, and we could all just get better at doing nothing. Winter can’t come soon enough. Speaking of things that can’t come soon enough, how about some bitter Friday Giftures?

This kid gets it…

…he’s just trying to close out the light.

You can hardly contain this guy…

…from wanting all the nice weather to end.

The darkness would discourage…

…this girl from trying to be productive.

Can’t we all just…

…stop trying to be active? 

Why are we all in such a rush…

…to do activities?

Can we just stop…

…trying to develop talents?

These girls know…

…the true meaning of fall.

This kid is just…

…a basket case.

This kid is certainly ready to…

…jump into winter.

Finally someone…

…in a hurry to get INside.

This guy has finally learned…

…how NOT to let go.

What wood these guys do…

…without their terrible friends?

Let’s hang on to the bitterness as long as we can, while fall keeps giving us light from time to time and hope that winter along with its cold and bitter weather, but also its lack of light can only bring us the dimmest of hope.

What do you think about fall? Why is it so terrible for you?

Bitter Fall Terribleness Ben

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Sensory Overload Bitterness

Don’t touch the baby.

Have you ever seen those Huggies commercials where the parents dote on their first kid and treat them like glass? The reason those commercials are so effective is because all of us treated our first borns like a piece of glass. We santized the heck out of the place, and got everything baby proofed. I remember getting one of those memberships to the baby photo places and get pictures of her every single month. This could be a complete bitter post about those stupid photo places, but I’ll save that for another day.

Point is, we made sure that kid was completely taken care of. We even made sure that the kid didn’t get overwhelmed with too many people. Some people call that sensory overload. We didn’t want her to get overwhelmed with too many people or things going on around her. The crazy part is that we didn’t try that hard with our second kid and believe it or not, he didn’t mind. In fact, he actually thrives in environments where sensory overload is prevelant. The more friends he is juggling, the better for him. He runs toward a crowd. We will often see him playing online with friends and then inviting other people and he interacts with others.

Precisely.

On the other hand, there is me. I might be a multi-tasker, but when it comes to handling multiple people at a time I go crazy. Yesterday, just happened to be one of those days. I talked just yesterday about hating being in the middle of two different people. Well, I guess the universe decided that they were going to take that hatred of being in the middle and dumped me right in the middle.

I won’t get into the specifics, but yesterday I was right in the middle of a massive day of changes in my office when I got a text from my wife. She said, and I quote, “Holy ship (ship emoji) call me when you get a minute.” I always know that when she texts me to call her during the day it is urgent and usually bad news. My gut dropped like it does when I anticipate bad news, and I willed myself to call her. She dropped a bomb on me that involved people splitting up and it wasn’t the Jennifer Garner/Ben Affleck thing. Just as I completed my blog post about being in the middle of things, I instantly became a guy in the middle of things. Arrrrgh.

But it didn’t stop there. In the middle of talking to my wife on the phone someone beeped through. That never happens to me, so I was shocked and almost couldn’t figure out how to ignore call and go back to my wife. Anyway, it was my realtor, but I had to put him on ignore and went back to processing my wife’s bomb. Another of my friends wanted me to call him later. Three phone calls in one day. My head is about ready to explode.

Then my boss had a meeting with me and a few others about a whole metric ton of things I will be doing in the next year. I can barely process a day, let alone a year. Job security, but a lot of work too.

Head explosions.

Then on the way home, I listened to the message that my realtor left. He wanted me to help him with some Facebook Ads. He was offering me money to do it, but I had to tell him how much. I have barely ever ran ads and have no idea what to charge.

Bitter Ben doesn’t do well with too many informations. So usually what I do is nothing.

What about you? How do you handle sensory overload? Do you crave it like my son? Or does your head explode like mine?

ARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH

Bitter Sensory Overload Ben

Bitter Man in the Middle

I don’t like negotiating.

I’ve probably talked about this before, but I’m pretty terrible at song lyrics. I don’t even try to understand what they are saying or what they are supposed to mean. If I don’t like the music part of a song, it will end up on my DO NOT LISTEN pile. I like to make up my own lyrics anyways. Remember that Michael Jackson song, Man In the Mirror? Sometimes I would sing it right, but most of the time, I would just sing it as Man in the Middle.

I despise being in the middle. I grew up in a family of 5 kids and I was the second one. I do have the distinction of being the oldest boy (meaning my father wanted me to be all responsible and such), but not being the oldest overall. My younger brother who was the absolute middle used his middleness to be a troublemaker. I liked that because he would act out and basically become a human shield for me. He would do something stupid first, get the attention of my parents wrath, and then I would do the same thing afterward and not get in trouble because he was already taking the attention away. It did lead to some bitter jealousy though. Being in the middle of a family was kind of hard.

Yeah? Don’t care.

But not as bad as being in the middle of a thing. You know what I mean, right? It’s kind of like being a hostage negotiator, without actually caring about either the terrorist or the hostages. Here’s an example from high school. You have a friend. Your friend has a crush. The friend wants to know if the crush has interest in them. Your friend asks you to talk to the crush to find out. You ask the crush. The crush mentions they might. What does the friend say? You end up being the one that transfers all the information to the other. It becomes a cycle of people asking you to say things. It becomes a mind-numbingly bitter exercise that you don’t want to be involved in.

The last week or so, we’ve been trying to get insurance at work. My wife is the one dealing with trying to figure it out, while I’m the one at work, trying to sign up for it. We have people on both sides of us, trying to get us to send them information. My wife has questions about our insurance, my work has questions for us. I know nothing of them, except what each side wants me to ask. I get caught in the middle. It becomes my nightmare.

These are the real escape goats.

I am not a hostage negotiator. I don’t care what goes on for each side. Don’t involve me in the middle. Don’t make me the escape goat (as Micheal Scott would say). Don’t tell me a secret and expect me to keep it from other people. I am basically the human Telephone game, you know the one where you whisper one thing at the beginning to a series of people and at the end, the info is completely changed? Pass information to me to tell another and I will completely botch it. Don’t make me the Man In the Middle.

What do you think? Do you hate being the man or woman in the middle? What is the least favorite situation you’ve been in the middle for?

ARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH

Bitter Middle Man Ben

Hiking A Mountain

Big time star.

This one probably goes back a little while. I was what you would consider a marginal athlete. Once, back in the mid 80’s, I got the Presidential Fitness award. Most years, I passed every test with flying colors except the pull ups. I had pretty weak arms and never lifted weights, except when my track and field team required it. I played basketball and softball, and when I was in 3rd and 4th grade was considered one of the faster runners and one of the hardest to tackle players when I played football.

I had all the makings of an athlete, but what always stopped me from being elite was laziness. I almost always whined and complained about going to practice. I couldn’t stand all the work. I hated sweating and planning and plays. I thought that practicing plays was kind of counter intuitive. Why should we stifle our creativity so we can run the exact plays we are supposed to run. If we are constantly running the plays, how can the improvisational plays that a great athlete makes happen? And why do we practice 80 times longer than we actually play? So what if we get tired during the game? We get tired during practice all the time. There were no cheerleaders or girl crushes watching practice.

What I’m really trying to say is that I have always preferred laying on the couch to running, jumping, flying or even walking.

Not a fan of walking.

I’ve had people try to get me into hiking, especially since we live in an area that has a lot of mountain hikes available. They say it is good exercise, there is a lot of fresh air, and when you get to the top there are great views. I would argue that I can get all those things from my couch. I move around on the couch all the time. I have air conditioning. What air is more fresh than air conditioning? Great views? Have you seen my 4K TV? I have amazing views from all around the world, not just the one view from that mountain I just climbed. In fact, if you take a look at the view right below your feet on a hike, it’s just a lot of dirt and rocks, and animal feces. My 4K tv edits out all the stuff.

Besides, if I want a hike, I can do that in my house. Just the other day, I did a hike the likes of which I’m guessing most of you have probably never done.

My son is an almost 11 year old 162 pound freak of nature (see nature comes into this picture even). He is still a kid at heart (because he is almost 11) and he still wants me to do everything for him. Make him a sandwich, get him the remote, pick up his football gear, take off his shoes. Most days he still wants me to tuck him, which in itself is a job and a half, because he wants me to chase him up the stairs.

I’m usually out of breath by the time I’m up to stair 3, but he wants me to wrestle him when I get to the bed. By that time, I need a 40 minute nap before I go down the stairs.

The other day, he made me carry him on my back. Seriously? Up 15 stairs? I know professional hikers that couldn’t perform that task. I know they carry backpacks that are heavy, but not 160 pounds, I assure you that.

Much like this, but up stairs and with way less enthusiasm.

I promise you hiking is the worst. My shoulders, my back, and especially my knees were aching and sore after that hike. Never again.

What about you guys? What treacherous hikes have you had to make lately?

ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH

Bitter Hiking a Mountain Ben

Bitter Hardships Friday Giftures

“Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.” – C.S. Lewis.  I saw this quote recently and have seen it is many different forms throughtout the years. I believe it. I think to be successful you have to go through a lot of trials. Or just have really rich parents that will give you all their money willingly.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have rich parents that gave me all their money. Also, they didn’t give me any real hardships while growing up either. They did their best to teach me good values and morals. Ughh. How am I supposed to be ambitious, and cunning and cutthroat when my parents supported me and made me feel good about myself? Don’t they know they need to be the worst, so I will use those hardships to become extraordinary? That meant that I had to work to find hardships and we all know that I’m way too lazy to work for things. Unfortunately, now I’m stuck in my middling life, just like you will all be stuck having to look at these giftures to take your mind off this terrible writing. With further ado…Friday Giftures..

Whoops…

…did I just say all of that out loud?

What I meant to do…

…was distract you all with this little gifture right here. 

The sad part about this guy…

…isn’t the rubberband, but his hair.

This guy just took the bottle flip..

…to a whole new level..

This is how a real…

…ballet should go.

This is how a real…

…boxing match should go.

This is how all kids…

…should run.

This is how all basketball players…

…should go.

This is how all…

parent teacher conferences should go. 

This is how all cats…

…should learn how to land on their feet.

Ummm….

…I didnt‘ really learn how to shape.

This is my life…

…always falling just short, because of carelessness. 

All I have to say is that my life would be so much better if I had just faced more obstacles. But since I didn’t, I will have to just complain about everyone else and how they made my life a mess. I mean, if you can’t blame others for your mistakes, who can you blame?

ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH

Bitter Hardships Ben

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stay In Your Lane Bitterness

Exactly Morgan Freeman.

When I was young, I was asked what I wanted to do when I grew up. At first, all I knew is that I didn’t want to do something boring. And for me that meant anything to do with numbers. So that basically took out most careers that would make money. That means no accounting, no coding, not a mathematician, scientist, or computer genius. I wasn’t a good drawer, or artist or anything good with my hands. Good heavens my hands super awkward. I also wasn’t good at speaking, acting, or super pushy.  It was easy to eliminate what I didn’t want to do.  But it didn’t really tell me what I wanted to do.

I eventually decided the only thing I would semi-like to do is something with words. I looked up what advertising copywriters got to do and it seemed super fun and creative. I thought that was the life for me. I took all the classes I could find on marketing, advertising, and writing. I really enjoyed the marketing and advertising, but I wasn’t so good at writing. Most of my writing classes dealt with structure and rules and I didn’t like that. I just wanted to be a free flowing writer. One that wrote copy for Nike ads. How hard could that be? Just slap a Just Do It! on everything and you are gold, right?

It didn’t work out and I ended up taking the more circitrous route to writing for a living. I leveraged this blog into a writing gig, that lead me to another writing gig and now I write things for a living. I guess that is how most people eventually end up doing what they are doing, write? (just kidding, I mean right). You eventually have to get out of your lane a little.

Get out…of the lane.

I have communted most of my career, and for some reason, most of the time I drove home, I stayed in the same lane. It was safer and less risky. You don’t have to think, and because of that you can sleep more while driving home. Just kidding, I only occasionally nodded off. I used to think that I had to stay in the same lane the whole time. Until recently. I decided that if I wanted to get home and achieve my goal of laying on the couch as much as possible, I had to find a faster way home.

I started taking the risk of changing lanes. I had to find the one that was moving faster, or had less cars, or was just a little smoother. Either way, I considered the lanes like a basketball player would consider his free agency. Once he was free to change teams, he had some choices to consider. He could play for a winning team and maybe get a little less money, or play for a bad team and get a lot more. At least he had options.

You don’t have to stay in your lane forever. You can decide to try a different lane for a little while. It is risky to get into another lane, because some dude could come speeding in your lane and you wouldn’t see him and crash. But if you try another lane you might get where you are going faster. There is no law telling you that you have to stay in one lane the whole time. Live it up, make a change. Maybe even make your own blog, uh I mean lane, that doesn’t follow the rules.

Maybe don’t do this on the freeway.

What do you think? Do you stay in your own lane, or do you like to hop around a lot? How do you feel about making your own lane?

ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH

Bitter Lane Closure Ben

 

Water We Doing?

I wish more of it was like this.

I have watched a lot of sports in my lifetime. The longer I’ve lived, the more of a spectacle it has become. When I was younger the color television was still pretty new, the channels were few and far between and if you could see a game on TV or one in person, you were actually pretty lucky. Most of my sports watching wasn’t even watching but more perusing the newspaper to find a box score that told me if they won or not.

Then ESPN was born. And then Fox Sports, and CBS Sports, CNNSi, and then ESPN 2, ESPN 3, and then of course, ESPN 8, or the Ocho as they call it and 24 hour sports coverage began. If there is a moment in sports, these guys cover it, analyze it, break it down and glorify it. The level at which these guys hype sports is absolutely outrageous.

I’ve learned very few things in my life, but this is one of them. Hype almost always lead to disappointment. That includes movies, TV shows, sports and just about anything in life. Which leads me to one of the biggest hyped things you probably don’t think about. At least I rarely do.

Calm down man. All you did was make a basket.

The weather. I don’t know if meteorologists crave the spotlight, or if they just enjoy being wrong all the time despite the amazing amount of research and preperation they do just to be made to look like a fool, but it must be really hard to be a meteorologist.

I live in Utah, which is essentially a desert surrounded by mountains and a few salty lakes. It is dry around here all the time, especially in the summer and early fall. In fact, we were mostly on fire the last few months.The words Hurricane are uttered a lot by meteorologists in lots of places around this country. Florida, Texas, the Carolinas, but not a lot around here.

Last week someone mentioned that there was a Hurricane Rosa coming and we needed to be prepared. I thought they were joking. Then there were additional reports about the hurricane during the weekend, and I realized they weren’t joking. Apparently this hurricane off the coast of California was coming and it wasn’t going right back out to sea, it was coming inland. At least that is what the meteroligists were telling me.

Man, were they hyping this thing up. They were telling us to get flood insurance, and to batten down our hatches, get some sandbags, the works. Then last night happened. It was supposed to swarm us and drown us in feet of water.

Expecting this…

 

I felt like one of those scoffers of Noah that told him it wasn’t going to rain. And finally, around 10 oclock, it started to rain. Which, I’m used to because I lived in Seattle. We got lightning and it rained for a few hours, but by the time our fire alarm went off at 3:30 am this morning, it has stopped. They hype machines had disappointed once again. In fact, my biggest disappointment was that there were no puddles to splash in on the way into work.

Got this.

What about you? How has hype let you down? What movie, sports event, concert, entertainment event or weather forecast has let you down the most?

ARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH

Bitter Hype Machine Ben

Billboard Hypocrisy

On my way home…

You probably aren’t too surprised by the content I come up with every day. Most of it is stuff that I think about during the day or while I am driving. Since I drive 45 minutes both to work and back, a lot of my thinking time happens when I get bored driving home. I’m apparently not allowed to read a book or look at my smartphone, but somehow I’m still doing a lot of reading on the way home.

I’m not sure how these people justify all the time and money they spend, but I want to know statistically how many accidents these things are causing.

I don’t know about your highway, but mine has a lot of the reader signs. These are official legit electronic signs that are part of the government issued signs. Some tell about how much time it is from one spot on your trip to another. For instance, I have one every morning that tells me how much time it is from where I am to Interstate 215. I know that if it says 10 minutes traffic is usually running pretty smoothly. Like I will slow down to 40 a couple of times, but for the most part, it won’t be stop and go.

Another one of these signs is actually an advice column. It gives inspirational quotes about how dangerous the roads have been this year. Like “210 lives lost this year on Utah roads” or their sign for October is “Nothing is scarier than not having your kids buckled up.” Super motivational quotes like that.

Motivational quotes like, “Only 210 lives lost this year on this road.”

Then we have the construction signs. There is the “Warning: In 2 miles the highway will split”, so make sure you are in the right lane, or you will be 70 miles off your course before you can turn around. One will have “No shoulder driving” and I’m like trust me, I drive with my hands. My shoulders are too sore.

Then there are the signs that say you need to slow down to 60 miles an hour because of construction and if you get caught speeding, your fine will double. I wouldn’t mind slowing down if I actually saw any construction workers around ever. And I can’t slow down because everyone is going 80 and if I slowed down to even 70, I would look like I was Driving Ms. Daisy to her Sunday afternoon tea.

The worst part of all now is the billboards. The ones that say, “Checking Texts cause wrecks.” Oh yeah, how about the billboards that flash every 10 seconds with a new advertisement? How many wrecks are they causing? Probably more than people checking their texts. I did a lot of reading in school, but I would say less than the number of ads I read on a typical day home from work. I guess I at least know that I can read. I just wish that billboards would stop telling me to slow down, stop checking my texts, be sure to buckle my kids in their chairs and instead, stop being the distraction.

Signs are distracting.

What do you think? Should billboards just quit it? Should they stop being hypocrites? Should they stop making me read all the way home?

ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

Bitter Hypocrite Billboards Ben

I Almost Went Blind Bitterness

Why I don’t like sitting in the front row.

I always liked sitting in the back when I was a kid. Still do. I don’t know if it is easier to get away with things or fall asleep easier, or if the leg room is better there, but I’ve never been a front part of the class kind of guy. This is probably why I never did well in class. I also didn’t like to participate. If I am ever to learn anything, it is by osmosis. Actually, I probably never fully learned what osmosis meant either because somehow I thought I could learn that way.

Because I sat in the back all the time, I had to learn how to squint, because even though I thought I had perfect vision, I did not. It was never the worst either, but for years I didn’t wear glasses. I must have mentioned that I couldn’t see very well, or I got tired of not being trendy with the glasses, but I finally got them. I was never a fan of glasses, because they would pinch my eyebrows or give me headaches from wearing them too long. Also, somehow they seemed to get dirty all the time, and I would always have to wipe off all the fingerprints that someone else seemed to get on them.

Can’t do it.

I tried contacts for a hot minute, but those never really took. For some reason, I didn’t like sticking my fingers in my eyeballs, and my wife would spend 10 minutes every morning putting them in my eye. I tired of her telling me, “Open your eyes!” and “Stop blinking!” then I would wear them for certain amount of hours, and she would have to poke my eyeballs again. After a week of that, I was like, “I’ll wear glasses.”

Then I go this amazing opportunity to get lasik, and I took it. I was like if I can hold my eyes open for a few minutes and get that laser to fix me, I’m down. So I got them fixed, and now I have laser eyes. It’s super cool to hit people with it as a reminder not to mess with me. Unfortunately, I recently had an experience which almost took away all that hard work to get my laser vision.

I accidentally saw something in SD. You know, a standard definition program on TV. It was only for a brief millisecond, but I had to turn away before the Standard Definition channel did too much damage.

ARRRRRGGGGHHHH my EYYEESSS!

I don’t know what I would have done if I would have stared at that channel for more than a second. That could have ended my ability to watch TV for the rest of my life. All joy would have ceased. My purpose for living. My window to the world would have just been a dark, bleak, blurry storm of bitterness. I’m glad my wife was quick on her feet and changed the channel. That changed my life.

I’ve stared down the sun in an eclipse and stared down the horrors of pitch black, but I’ve never been as scared in my life as I was when looked at Standard Definition.

What about you? How was your experience looking at anything lower than HD?

ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

Bitter Standard Def Ben

F.O.M.S. Bitter Friday Giftures

All day I dream about…well, dreaming. Sometimes I get the feeling that the daytime and the drudgery of life is the dream (or nightmare, depending on how terrible your life is) and the dreaming is the actual real life. All I know, is I want to spend as much time finding out as I can. I daydream about nightdreaming. The night dreaming seems more peaceful and better anyways (most of the time). You get the girl, the promotion with the nice cushy office, you win the lottery and become world famous. Occasionally, you show up naked in a class, but that is only a few minutes a day and you can move on with you dream life pretty easily. A lot of people get upset, frustrated and bitter because they get FOMO, Fear of Missing Out, but not me. I get F.O.M.S. – Fear of Missing Sleep. The nice cushiony bed or couch, the covers over your head to prevent all light from getting in, the works. I don’t want to go places, I want to stay places. Here’s some Bitter Friday Giftures to get you in the sleepy time mood.

I know…

…I miss sleep too.

 

I wanna be…

…where the sleep is.

You are correct…

…sleep has the highest ratings.

The best way…

…to get more sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To…

…”get more sleep of course.”

Yes Yoda…

…and I sense much oldness in you. Sorry, I need more sleep. 

I’m always thinking of you…

…sleep.

This is how I feel…

…when I can’t be around you, sleep.

I miss sleep…

…even more than I miss the point.

I will…

…for one reason only. Sleep.

I do not have that…

…voids are the best place to sleep.

Even I’m bored…

…from all of this.

 

I say it is time to put this blog to bed for the weekend. May you be able to enter the dream world, so you don’t have to deal with the real one. Or hopefully the dream world is the real one, and we don’t have to come back to this one. In that case, enjoy famous Bitter Ben.

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Bitter FOMS Ben

Start an MLM

Pretty much how I got that scar.

Ever since I was a 5 year old pushing around my big wheel, I’ve been trying to get people to leave me alone. That day I fell off of my Big Wheel just so I could get a scar on the left side of my jaw so I could appear less approachable. When I was 6, I refused to let my mom brush my hair, so it stuck up like I had put my finger in a light socket. When I was 8, I continued not to use mouthwash. When I was 13, I got braces. When I was 14, I stopped wearing deodorant. When I was 15-45, I used my RBF (resting bitter face).  Now that I’m older, I’ve figured out that headphones work really well….most of the time, for most people. But there are still some pesky people (bosses, extraverts) that haven’t figured out the subtle cues that headphones = leave me alone.

People annoy the heck out of me. People are the ones that invented phones. People are the ones that invented meetings. People have invented shopping malls, concerts, basketball arenas and all kinds of places where people gather. To talk. And discuss things. And get too close to me. They invented cities and traffic jams and door to door salesman, and phones. All so we could connect with each other and interact.

What about the few sane ones like us that just want to be left to our devices? Like our phones (that don’t have that pesky Phone app), our computers, our laptops, TV’s, and our video games? Why do other people always need to bug us about going places? Why do they always ask us where we work, how many people we have in our families, what our hobbies are and where we like to travel?

We just want to be left alone.

Can you just leave me alone?

All those solutions that I mentioned above to keep people away…they are temporary. Social people always find a way around them. It is time for a permanent solution for keeping people out. Ready for this?

Start an MLM. You know what those are right? Multi-level marketing. Pyramid scheme. The shadier the better. If people just won’t leave you alone. Ask them one question, as slyly as possible. Hey, so I just got this really great opportunity to make a ton of money. Have you ever heard of Blankety Blank essential oils? Or this really cool Diet shake that will help you lose hundreds of pounds? It’s amazing. So I’m have this, you know, get together at my house, party if you will, where this weigh loss expert is going to about this really cool non-FDA approved product called Weight For It, and you can start making some fast cash. Wanna come?

How would you like to join our Multi-Level Marketing company? You’ll never see someone run faster from you. 

Get ready for some magic. All of a sudden, people that constantly wanted to talk to you, all of a sudden avoid you in the hallways, sit way away from you in meetings and start treating you like a pariah. I wish I would have learned how to start an MLM when I was a kid. I would have been the lonliest and happiest kid in school.

Your turn. What methods do you use to keep people away from you?

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Bitter Pariah Carey Ben

 

Hard Drive Full

No more space.

I hear a legendary quote all the time from Bill Gates “640K ought to be enough for anybody.” It may not be true that he said it, but it’s incredible to consider that at one time all somebody would ever need on their computers was that much space.

I have an old Samsung Galaxy Note 3 which I am working hard to upgrade because it is starting to slow down faster than me, that has 16GB space. My daughter’s older than old, cheaper than cheap phone that couldn’t even store an app except for the ones that came with it and couldn’t even text because she had no keyboard, had 8GB. I have three computers at home, and one at work that are constantly telling me that my hard drive is full. I had a Xbox hard drive with 2TB of space and one game that took almost 40% of that. It’s pretty clear we need more space on our computers.

I’m not a genius like Bill Gates, nor do I have the technical knowledge of a Zuckerberg, but I know that people crave space, or at least I do. My subconscious is continuously telling me to get more space. Even back in high school when I had less knowledge than I do know, I had dreams of places that I knew but that were MUCH bigger. I would dream about my house, but it would have a much larger layout. Same with my high school, the mall, and other people’s houses. I just have a huge need for space. We finally got a house that fits our needs on two floors, but I have this need to finish the basement. I’ve heard when it comes to personal space, American’s need the biggest. Multiply that by 10, and that is how much I need.

We always need more space.

The problem with needing all this space is no matter what we need, we always seem to be able to fill it up. I remember when I got my phone 4 or 5 years ago, I thought for sure I would never use it all. I thought this is double what I need.

I guess I thought that about my brain too. This thing that can help me type, come up with new ideas for blog posts, and remember what my wife tells me to do on the way home occasionally, has somehow been overloaded many times. I keep trying to get an upgrade, but I guess I don’t have enough money. I am continually having to reboot the system (going to sleep, eating), but every day it seems to get more and more bogged down. I think it might be time to dump some memories that I don’t really care about so I can install some new programs, and delete some unnecessary files.

I’m pretty sure I need to forget about homework I did when I was a kid (sorry I can’t help you know kids) as well as anything from high school and junior high (all useless knowledge). I think I can delete most people from my contacts list soon too. People are just a significant drain on the processes. Now I just need to put it in sleep mode more, and I will be a whole new hard drive.

Delete unnecessary files.

What about you guys? What unnecessary files do you need to delete from your files (not Bitter Entertainment Network of course)?

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Bitter Memory Drain Ben

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