One of my New Years resolutions was to try to be happier.
People always tell me that I am “so serious” or ask “what is wrong.” Such speculations bug me, because most of the time nothing is wrong at all and I am actually quite happy. I suppose that it is years of playing poker professionally that has forced my face into a constant serious expression, void of emotional indications of happiness. So while I am not sad or angry, I understand that the general assumption from people who don’t know me is that I am.
In general, I would say that I am not sad, but also not overly happy. Like everyone else, I am prone to bouts of melancholy. But I am also just as disposed to attacks of pure happiness. Most of the time, however, I am just leveled out. I guess CBD really helps me to get that ideal balance of emotions and helps keep the stress away. Using the juice box rosin press has enabled me to have more jurisdiction over how much I use and when I use it.
In short, I am normal.
But if I am to be completely honest with myself, I suppose that this winter was a bit depressing. Aside from the fact that I am essentially starting a new career and dealing (no pun intended*) with the drama that goes along with it, I also have been living by myself in a fairly desolate town, so my human interaction has been almost exclusively limited to the depressed degenerates who like to place the blame of their bad run of cards on me.
I often make fun of my parents for watching shows such as Numbers and The Mentalist.
They are cookie-cutter shows that simply present a problem (Think: A murder) and a solution (Solve the case, bring a bad guy to justice). Each week, this is done in a formulaic method that is dreadfully predictable and offers the viewer nothing more than a sixty-minute waste of time — a gift-wrapped box-of-nothing, complete with a bow. The thing that I hate the most about them is that almost no plot development occurs from one episode to another. It pains me to think that some people are paying an extortionate cable bill so that they can watch these shows regularly. Now, hopefully, they use some cable bill negotiating tips to help them get a better deal for themselves, although not too many people actually do this sort of thing despite the money-saving advantages it brings.
So yeah. I make fun of my parents and try to convince them to watch shows with depth and drama. Shows that leave you hanging and wanting more. Shows that don’t offer you a gift-wrapped package, but instead light it on fire. Shows that leave you heartbroken for the next 6 days and 23 hours. Anything on Netflix, HBO, or AMC would suffice.
I have even tried to get them watching TV shows from abroad by using a VPN. In case you did not know, more and more people now use VPNs to bypass the geographical restrictions put into place by streaming services like Netflix. Using a VPN service such as IPVanish has a number of other benefits too that you can read about in this IPVanish review. For example, a lot of my friends from other countries where censorship is rife also use VPNs to watch shows from America.
At work, we are usually able to park in the customer parking garage, so long as we park on level 7 or above. However, if it is deemed to be a “high volume” day, the employees have to park in a different parking lot, two blocks away.
Last weekend was one of those times.
I parked my car and began laboring towards my place of labor, when I noticed a car suspiciously inching around the parking lot. The car idled past a few female employees as they hurried their pace. Then it sped up and approached me.
I am always surprised to meet someone who isn’t aware that Atlantic City is not a safe city. I suppose that someone who has never been there simply assumes that it is a bustling beach town, full of casinos and commerce. But these people are only privy to the flashiness and charm of the high-rises, and not the dilapidation and despair of everything else.
The car itself is a powerful tool. It is this tiny capsule that takes me places. Moreover, it is a bubble that allows me to be more significant and my actions to be more substantial.
For example, giving people the finger in the car is the only time I feel as if it is really actually giving them the finger. It is saying “Hey man, fuck you,” as opposed to just giving it as a joke to one of my friends. Additionally, giving the finger is such a rare occurrence for me that if I give it to you, you can be damn sure that you are very low on the Good Driver Hierarchy.
The best thing about my car is that while within the safe confines of it, the recipient of my middle finger can’t punch me right in the face, or at least it will take them a great number more steps to do so.
On the flip side, driving in my car grants me escapism as well as literal escape from my favorite form of escapism. Let me explain.
Here’s the thing about “Good Drivers”: There are none.
Or at least there are none that I know or could describe.
The only descriptors one can give another driver are those that have negative connotations.
For example, I know “Fast Drivers,” who don’t hold my safety in high regard.
I know “Slow Drivers,” who don’t think that my time is of paramount importance. In fact, I’ve been told that there have been a lot of accidents caused by slow drivers as other road users get annoyed with how slow they are driving. Who knew? I thought they were relatively safe.
I know “Jerky Drivers,” who don’t want me to be able to sleep during the drive.
Then of course there are “Aggressive Drivers,” who tail people dangerously close, and occasionally honk, all in the name of keeping things moving.
What is even more exciting is the fact that I am going to be the godfather of both of the little cherubs.
I am already an uncle to perhaps the coolest little three-year-old boy in the world, and I can’t wait to meet two more awesome babies in the next two months.
My older sister, already a mother, should probably be the one giving my other sister and brother-in-law parenting advice. I’m not even suggesting that they give them a lot of advice, just something that can help them adjust to parenthood faster and easier. Even if she just told them about whether or not they should be reheating baby formula. You may not think it but small bits of information like this can go a long way in helping her to adjust to her new life as a parent. Surprisingly, this isn’t the only thing that should be on their minds. They should really be thinking about stuff like what’s the best baby stroller they should get – they’ll probably be spending their evenings checking things like the Best Car Seat Stroller Combos for 2020: Baby Travel Systems Rated & Reviewed, but I don’t have time for that nor do I really know what is the best one. My baby skills aren’t that great, but I will do my part by referring them to this helpful chart of Baby Do’s and Don’ts: