Perception is Reality

“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

The baby came unexpectedly a few hours earlier than planned, as my induction time was set for 6 AM and he came at 4:07 AM.  It was a pleasant surprise that resulted in 36 hours awake and a drive to the hospital that my husband doesn’t remember thanks to the makers of Tylenol PM.  Since then, life pretty much has followed suit in a world of crazy that nothing could have truly prepared me for.  It’s not the obvious stuff; you know going into it that you are going to sleep less, and getting ready to leave the house for a drug store run will now be a 45 minute process.  You know there will be times he simply will not stop crying (inevitably when you REALLY have to pee).  What you don’t expect are the hormones.   Life is completely different now, and not because my schedule is different, but because I see and react to everything entirely differently.  The news of someone hurting a child was always bad news to me of course, but now I have a gut wrenching feeling that leave me feeling helpless and sick.  Watching any TV show that has a birth in it brings me to tears, and when I am away from Sawyer for any length of time I miss him in ways I’ve never missed anyone before – and I have yet to be away from him for longer than an average work day.  Hormones are weird, as is the concept of perspective.  It’s amazing how some things just matter less now than they did before and other things seem overwhelmingly bigger.

I went back to work a few weeks ago, and it’s been pretty ridiculous.  I thought about it the other day, and I don’t know how I ended up with so much on my plate.  I used to go to work and come home, sit and be bored.  Now suddenly I woke up one day and I have a full time job, a house, a husband, 3 cats, a dog, a newborn and my own business.  I’ve created this ridiculously crazy life where someone or something needs me every single minute of the day.   There are moments when I stop and ask myself –“what the hell where you thinking? — You must have been drunk when you made every single one of these decisions!”   But, in the same breath I know I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world… except maybe the working full time thing, that’s just a silly necessity until I win the lottery.

The truth is, I like being needed.  My job is nuts.  I work for people that seem a little out of touch sometimes, well, most of the time.  I get directives from them like “Work your Magic” with no actual answers.  So, I use the same strategy that I use to get through every other aspect of my life… I fake it.  I used to get frustrated and upset over that kind of communication.  Now, it just seems to be an expected part of my day, and I don’t think twice about it. Now it’s just my job, it is no longer my identity.

I really didn’t want to go back to work. I miss my baby every day.  But, they seem happy to have me back and I have to say that being missed is a really good feeling, and despite the ridiculousness the ensues on a daily basis, I really do like my job.  Maybe it’s the people.  Maybe it’s the fact that this the first place that I’ve been that treats me like I might know what I’m doing.  –Maybe I just need to up my meds.

Perspective is a funny thing.  The situation or the facts don’t change.  Only your feelings towards it  all does.  This concept has been hard for me the grasp.  It wasn’t until this past year that I started to really think about it and have tried to change how I view things in an effort to put my life where I want  it to be.  I had been waiting for the facts of life to change, for the stars to align and have some big miraculous force to come down and fix everything.  So I guess I was surprised when my big miraculous force ended up being only 7lbs 11oz, and he didn’t change the facts, he just changed me.

Sawyer Reece – 2 Months

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Nursery Pictures

Tomorrow at 6am I am going in to have a baby.  It’s weird and comforting all at the same time that I have this scheduled.  It isn’t at all how I thought this would happen.  But I make a terrible pregnant lady, and I am happy that I will be able to be done being pregnant within the next 24 hours and get to meet this amazing new little person and welcome him into our lives.  The fact that this is the last night that I will be just me and not someone’s mom is weird.  When I started this blog, my aunt pointed out that it would be really cool for the baby to see what I was like before I was “mom” and I guess since then, I have written this blog with that in mind.  Someday he may read all of this and make the realization that I was a person before I was his mother.  That’s a hard concept for anyone to think about.  Your parents are simply that, your parents.  You don’t think of them as people with pasts and experiences that molded them into who they are today.  They are just your parents, and when you get old enough to realize that they are actually people too, it’s a bit of a wake up call, and usually doesn’t happen until well into adulthood.  Hopefully, he will read some of this someday and realize that life is what you make of it, and that his dad and I didn’t, and probably still don’t have it all figured out, and see that the mistakes we are inevitably going to make while raising him were done with the best of intentions and the most love possible.  Hopefully, he will realize that we are human.

But in an effort to make his entrance as perfect as I can and hold off figuring out how human I really am from the get go, I put some effort into his nursery.  For those of you who have been following my blog, you already know that the theme is Dr. Seuss, and it was chosen to try to make an impact from birth that life can be whatever you can imagine it to be.  So, it is finally complete, and I thought I would share the pictures before it’s over-cluttered with toys and the mess of a little boy.  (Click on one of the pictures to make them bigger)

To my son,

Tomorrow your life journey begins and your father and my life will forever be changed.  I can’t even imagine what will be like to finally hold you and see your face.  It’s been a long wait for you these past 9 months and we could not be more excited to welcome you into the world.  We will make a lot of mistakes along the way I’m sure, and I just hope that we can do right by you in the end and that you always know you’re loved.

We can’t wait to meet you tomorrow!

Love Always,

Mom and Dad

 

 

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“Life’s a Bitch, And Then you Die”

“Life’s a bitch, and then you die.” – Don Carpenter

It’s been about a month since my last post, and that’s primarily because my 8th month of pregnancy brought a surplus of hormones with it that have made me less than pleasant and optimistic.  I thought I would spare anyone reading this my negativity and soapbox rants – of which, there have been many.  However, though my hormones are still not in check, I’ve had a few interesting conversations lately that got me thinking.  – bare with me, I am carrying a cement-filled basketball around my waist and haven’t gotten a full night’s  sleep in almost 4 months.

I’ve been having a life balance issues lately.  Primarily a balance of time and money, when I have one, I never have the other.  Lately, I feel like I don’t seem to have either.  It’s been frustrating.  The piling expenses of life and a baby on the way have me scouring the internet constantly looking for the best deals on basically everything.  Craigslist.org has been my friend the last few weeks as I have purchased some hand-me-down furniture at some awesome prices.  However, shopping this way is extremely  time consuming not to mention a bit addicting – but I do love a good sale.

One of the hardest things to accept has been not being able to buy everything new for the baby.  The baby is new.  His stuff should be new.  This just seems logical.  Also, having things that are used comes with a side of guilt as a new mom.  All new moms want their babies to have everything possible.  The sense of how unfair to this kid it is that we can’t get our shit together enough to provide him with nice things gets overwhelming.  I’m not going to lie; it’s ended in a few nights of tears and tantrums this last month.  Like I said, hormones are a bitch.

I do my best to ride the high of the great deal on used and be practical about it all.  He won’t know the difference.  Chances are, the dresser I bought he will outgrow before he ever is old enough to realize it isn’t a quality piece of furniture.   Once he starts to realize it all, I will have to explain to him the value of a dollar and use the parenting cliché that references all the starving children in Africa – this lesson was not one that was widely taught to my generation.  In fact, I think it was skipped completely in many households of middle-class Americans.  The sense of entitlement my generation and those that are 10 years on either end of where I fall are is strong and engrained in our brains.

My mother’s generation, the baby boomers, set us up for failure.  — This is no offense to my mother personally, as she is flat out frugal and I never had anything that wasn’t on sale or a hand-me-down from my sister.  However, that generation had it better than any generation ever did or probably ever will.  They landed on the economic upswing and rode the wave.  Every step in life was a step forward economically for their generation and came with many advantages and fewer disadvantages.  Now, this isn’t to say they didn’t fight for it through the 60’s war protests and woman’s rights movements etc… but as far as the economic times and job market went, it was steady, stable and raises were consistent.  As a whole, pay cuts were minimal and devastatingly hard times just didn’t happen the same as they are now, or did in my grandparent’s generation.  As a result, they raised us with the notion that forward movement was the only way to go.  They wanted more for us than they had, and, as kids, we got it.

I should probably state at this point that I am speaking in broad general terms and by no means am I naive enough to think this was the case for every family or every area of the country.  However, in general, it was the way of the white middle-class American family.

With that said, this week, I watched my 31st person, with a management title, get fired.  To put this in perspective, I’ve only truly been in management for about 4 years.  This means that I’ve watched more than 1 person every 2 months be let go and had their lives turned upside down and become unstable.

In my generation, we were taught that college simply came after high school, and you went.  College meant a good job which would allow you to buy a nice house and raise a family and live happily ever after.  This is all great in theory.  What we were failed to be told is that by the time we graduated, a college degree, though necessary, would no longer be anything special, since everyone has one, and that education means little without real-life experience.  That good job would only come after several years of internships and paying of dues and even after that, you were just as likely to be downsized or outsourced.   No one mentioned that first house should be a few steps below what we grew up in, with laminate counter tops and no master suite.   Therefore, many first homes were purchased on inflated lines of credit, as that first group or 2 of college grads did get those great jobs with no experience and bought and built those dream “starter” homes.  Then the bubble burst and the inflated American dream came crashing down.

I don’t need to go into the specifics of how and why the market crashed in 2008, we all have been living through it.  I happened to enter the working world in 2006, right before everything fell.  At 22, I took a commissioned based sales job that allowed me to earn an annual salary of 36k.  Some of my paychecks throughout that first year were over $1700 per paycheck.  For 22, that’s not too shabby.  It didn’t last.  In July of 2008, I entered sales management with a lower salary than I made working commission, but it was entry level management, and the job came with some benefits and assumed stability.  In October of 2008, the market crumbled along with the assumed stability and by March, I was out of a job along with 5 other people.  So, I started over and since have been in 2 other management positions and watched another 24 people go through what I did – some in better situations, some in worse.   It has become the only constant throughout my entire career.

Watching all of this has taken its toll.  The environments I have been in have left me distrusting and jaded and disappointed in human nature and America as a whole.  Our self-centered natural response to tough times is disheartening and discouraging and I am left wondering if I even teach this child to work hard and make sure he puts his integrity first, or give him the straight up truth – eat or be eaten.  The facts are that we are all animals and like animals, when backed into a corner, most of us will take the low road to save ourselves.  Now that many of us have been backed into a corner for almost 4 straight years, the teeth are bared and we are all out for blood.  There is no room for emotion in business these days, “it was a business decision”   is the safe response and thought process to keep us all hardened to the fact that these decisions effect actual lives.   It makes me increasingly aware of the fact that I don’t ever want to be in charge of actual employees.  I believe I may have the skill set.  I know I don’t have the thick skin to make “business decisions”.  Maybe I’m just being too sensitive.

It is getting increasingly hard to find the good in things and the drive to work and be passionate about it.  Passion is what makes me good at what I do.  Passion is what makes people smart.  It isn’t IQ.  It’s drive. If you care about something enough you will put the effort into learning about it and teach yourself how to think strategically about it.  Anyone can read the text book, but not just anyone will truly care.     And to be honest, it’s getting harder and harder to see the point. My husband and I always swore we would never become “work for the weekenders” life was too short.  You need to enjoy what you do 50 hours a week, put your whole self into it and become it.  Working for the weekend always seemed sad.  After all, we spent the first 20 years of our lives preparing to be just that.  But when loyalty and passion are less and less valued and those attributes do not result in a sense of security, one has to ask themselves  –  Why waste the energy?

So, now I’m at an impasse as to what to teach my son.  Do I teach him the practical lesson: watch out for yourself,  or do I teach him to have a work ethic and be passionate knowing that all his efforts may likely result in disappointment?  Having dreams and goals and faith in life is how I have gotten through some of the hardest times. But I wonder if those times wouldn’t have been so hard if I hadn’t been so passionate to begin with.

All I know is that something in this world’s gotta give.  I’d never forgive myself if I encouraged him to give being Big Bird his all just to watch the makers of Sesame Street downsize and give his lines to Elmo.

“Nothing great will ever be achieved without great men, and men are great only if they are determined to be so.”
― Charles de Gaulle

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“…Don’t Step on My Blue Suede Shoes…”

When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.  

 – John Lennon

I don’t know if it’s the hormones or if it’s simply the mental act of trying to juggle everything at once and not drop the ball, but I find life as a whole to be exhausting…and to be completely honest, I don’t feel like I do that much on a daily basis.  The pursuit of happiness seems to be a constant chase.  I catch it for a bit and then spend so much energy trying to hang on to it that I think I forget to enjoy it at times.   There always seems to be someone standing around the corner waiting to jump me and rob me blind of any good from the day and fill it full of disappointment and worry.  I feel like the coyote in the rare episodes that he catches the roadrunner.   I’m sure that lots of people feel this way from time to time.  I guess it’s just life.  But as I start to plan and prepare to include a new member of the household into our daily lives, I would like to go on record that I am thrilled, and I refuse to let the rest of the world take that away.  I think it is my right, and the right of every new parent, to be able to simply enjoy the excitement and idealize the concept of having a baby.  Yes, I know that they are work.  I know that I’m “never going to sleep again”, and that boys have a tendency to pee all over the place and that the chances of catching it in the eye while changing a diaper are pretty good.  I don’t need to be told by everyone who’s ever had a baby what I’m “in for”.  I know what I’m in for: I’m about to change everything I thought I knew about life, start a completely new chase with different obstacles and a heavier anvil.

I understand that everyone is trying to help with all of the unsolicited warnings, but I assure you all: I am prepared to be bored with no social life, I will find a way to deal with being up every 2 hours, and I am sure I will do my fair share of bitching about both.  I expect to change dirty diapers 10+ times per day, be spit up and catch a stream of urine in the face from time to time.  I am OK with it.  I will learn to nap at a moment’s notice, always carry an extra shirt, and invest in a good pair of goggles. I know that now I get to chase a new bird and catch a new species of happy. — I’ve heard roadrunners are ‘gamey’ anyways.

I read a blog today that talked about the parental nay-sayers.  It made a lot of sense.  It was about how most people’s reaction to a new baby is: “Congrats! – just wait until she’s 13…”  They neglect to point out the fabulous moments one will have while molding another person.  Most people immediately tell you being a parent  is wonderful, but then only supply stories and advice that cause a sense of doom.  This article mentioned the feeling one will have the first time your child hits the ball during their little league game, and the first time they find confidence at their first job.  It spoke to me a bit today, as I feel I am fighting those in the world that seem happy for me but feel the need to give unsolicited advice about how things should be done and how I will need to change my focus.

So much of society seems to focus on the negative, and I guess I can’t blame them.  We are surrounded by a culture where nothing is ever enough.  From our work life to our home life; our boss’ are never satisfied, there’s never enough money in the bank, and the toys we have are never as good as they could be when the newest model comes out.   We are conditioned to focus on the downfalls.  If you are satisfied and happy, you must be settling.  It should be no surprise that when it comes to our children, we focus on the temper tantrum they had in the grocery store and the fact that your days are  now spent scrubbing out grass stains and packing lunches instead of spending Thursday night at happy hour where dinner may consist of popcorn and a vodka tonic.  No, it’s no surprise that the first reactions I get from people are advice on what clothing he should wear, what I should be doing now because “I won’t get to for the next 18 years” and where I should be spending my money before I don’t have any left to spend.  No one has yet to tell me to not forget to stop and stare at him for 30 minutes a day just because I can, or asked if I have a baby book started (which I don’t), or warned me that I will probably cry the first time he’s able to tell me he loves me.  I think people assume that these moments will be appreciated and happen and we all take them for granted.  We allow all that good to be over shadowed by the 2am feedings and fear of recalled items and the days we don’t get a moment to ourselves to shower.  We forget that when we may have normally been showering, we might have been spending that time playing patty cake and teaching this little person to laugh and smile and motor skills.  No, we leave that part out.  We just mention that we didn’t even get to shower that day.

I want to take this short time, before reality sets in, to be excited and a little jaded about  what’s to come.  I want to focus on the feeling I will have the first time I hold him, and how cute he will look in those little overalls that I’m sure I paid too much for.  I want to buy the toy I see on sale even though I know he won’t be able to play with it for 2 years, and decorate his nursery in unnecessary and elaborate ways that I feel will help mold him into an inquisitive person full of life and imagination – even though I know he won’t know the difference if his room doesn’t have a custom-painted truffula tree.

I want people to realize that if I choose not to breastfeed it’s for reasons they may not understand but that I’ve thought it through, that I understand that hand-me- down items sometimes have recalls I should check and that that I have 3 cats and a pug.  — None of which will “have to go” because the baby will take-over.  They are here to stay, and yes, it is ok to have a baby and cats.  They will learn to co-exist.  And no, I will not be a negligent mother and let the cat suffocate my child.  — This may seem like an asinine statement, but you have no idea how many people have asked me what I plan to do with my cats now that I’m having a baby, as if having a murderous cat is completely inevitable and in no-way an unavoidable fate.   Honestly, assuming that my pets will go unloved and should be considered disposable is offensive.  They are my family.   My life will change, and so will theirs.  But to make all the worries out there feel better; I am in process of building a mini cat-haven in the basement so they are comfortable and happy when I have to shut them down there for any length of time for safety purposes.  The dog will continue to sleep on the bed and let’s face it -that’s all he really cares about in life.  So, I’ve got it covered.  Stop asking.

I opened this blog with a John Lennon quote I have always liked.  It seems to sum up what I’ve been getting at.  The purpose in life is to find a way to be happy, how you go about doing that is different for everyone.  Some want to leave their mark on the world.  Some want to experience the feeling of climbing a mountain and have the opportunity to follow their favorite band around the world.  Everyone’s definition of a “fulfilling life” is different.  For me, figuring out how to be happy is a constant struggle, always has been.  But for the first time, I am confident that I won’t look back and wonder if I made the right choice.  Yes, being a parent will be hard at times, there will be stress and tears and worry and sleepless nights.  I am sure I will be frustrated on occasion when I can’t afford to buy that dress I want because the kids need new shoes.  Or when I have to skip the event I bought the expensive dress for because of chicken pox.  Regardless, I simply can’t imagine there being anything in life that will give me more ‘sense of purpose’.  For once, it’s not about my next “goal”,  it’s about an ongoing series of events that will amount to an entire person that has been built and developed from ground up.  A complete creation.  There are and will be plenty of fears, and I’m sure moments of boredom while watching “Toy Story” for the 800th time that will occur.  There will be fights and punishments and times when he will decide he no longer needs me that I’m sure will hurt.   There will be constant and relenting daily routines that will make me miss the days when cocktails on a river-front patio at 9pm on a Sunday night were an option.  I’m not in denial about any of these things.  But, there will also be craft projects and sand castles, and Santa Clause —  And I can’t think of anything in life that ever made me happier than Santa Clause… until the baby’s first pair of impractical little high-tops came in the mail.  Apparently, the key to life is a pair of blue-suede baby shoes.  Who knew?

“Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes. 
You can do anything but lay off my blue suede shoes.”

-Elvis Presley

The shoes are actually denim, but that was less poetic.


Life Lesson #879

There are a lot of things in life I have attempted and wanted to be good at.  Some I was reasonably successful with, some were a complete failure, and some seemed to require more effort that I was willing to put forth.  However, there is one skill I seemed to acquire without specifically trying.  Figuring people out.   I try not to judge people within the first 5 minutes of meeting them; however, that does go against my naturally “bitchy” nature.   I’m working on that.  But when I use the phrase “figure out” I don’t mean, “judge”.  I mean successfully evaluating someone after a few encounters to understand why/how they may think like they do.  Why they react the way do to certain situations and how to work within that to make for a more copacetic experience for all involved, as well as get whatever it is that I may be after.  Some people call it intuition.  I call it observation.  Others call it manipulation. I call it…well I can’t really disagree with that one.

However, I have found that this skill has come from many years of feeling judged for things people don’t understand. People assume that your life is only what they see.  Perception is reality to most involved.  However, that is a cop-out that is used by the general population to isolate themselves into their own world and never have to think about anyone else or their situation for more than 5 minutes a day.  In fact, I believe I read a statistic once that said that the average human thinks about other people for a total of 5 minutes a day.  (Don’t quote me on this; I can’t remember where I read it.)  This fact stuck with me.  It seems like an astoundingly small number, but yet, it doesn’t really surprise me at all.  Most people in this world are worried about how you will affect them in a positive or negative way.  Their thoughts about you are purely a selfish means to an end result.

Taking this fact into account, as well as the excessive disappointment that I have felt in years passed based on others lack of consideration; I had to ask myself why I was upset.  Is it because others are truly slighting me, or is it that it is simply that it is in human nature to do things to satisfy our own personal needs, no matter how “selfless” they seem, and I should just learn to work within this restriction?  I decided that the later was a more reasonable explanation and allowed me to control the situations presented, which always makes me feel better.

So, I have learned to try and step back and evaluate someone when I am going to encounter him or her for more than 1 meeting.  ”Why is she so abrasive?”  –  The obvious and judgmental answer would be… “Because she’s a controlling bitch who thinks she knows everything”, however, upon a few conversations, I find that usually it’s a sense of insecurity.  It may not do me any good to know that, she is still going to be a bitch.  But understanding why allows me to know how to approach her so she’s less of a bitch towards me specifically.  Some people call it “brown-nosing.”  I prefer to call it being “proactive”  – There is some truth the phrase “you catch more flies with honey”

In an effort to not become a doormat, I have definitely adopted a forward approach to use when I need it.  –  My mom told me that she was describing me to a friend and said ” Becky will do anything for anyone, until you cross her, then she’s the first one to throw you under the bus!”  –  Thanks mom.  However, upon thought about this, I am not really sure that I am ashamed of this image.  I will do anything for anyone, I truly want the best for people and I want everyone to be happy and get what they want out of life.  To help with this, I will do my best to give you the benefit of the doubt; hence my personal evaluation to figure you out.  However, if you take advantage of this, you can assume that I have an Italian temper.  So, watch out.  Although, I have found that lashing out rarely gets me anywhere.  I mean, it usually makes me feel better, I yell at my husband all the time, and I do get a sense of accomplishment out of that.  However, it rarely gets me what I’m actually after.  As for the rest of the people in my life, they are overall less forgiving and aren’t obligated to love me regardless, so I need to be more diplomatic.  This is what most call: “playing into the politics”

Everyone hates politics.  Family politics, company politics, social politics etc…  I have found that when referring to something as “political” is just a PC way of saying “personal ego”.  I have dealt with this a lot over the years in various jobs and professions, as well as my personal life. Most have I’m sure.  It seems stupid, petty and completely unproductive.  It is.  However, I have determined that it is completely unavoidable.  Humans are wired with emotions. We don’t act on pure instinct.  We want to the results as well as the rewards and recognition.  When we get upset that someone else is being “political” about things, we are really only upset because it has hurt our ego in one way shape or form, and we are contributing the political nature of the environment, even if we think we are taking a stand against it.  Bottom line; if you can’t fight ‘em; join ‘em.

Figuring people out on the front end has made this overall “life game” a bit easier for me.  My husband for example, he will tell me he hates “politics” and doesn’t understand why he can’t just “do a good job” and have that be enough.  There’s always someone nit-picking.  He thinks that the only measured results should be in the numbers produced at work or in the overall end result of a task at home. How he goes about doing this should be 100% his choice and no one else’s concern.   If we were all robots, that would be great!  But we’re not, and what he fails to realize, is that how he goes about doing things effects people around him and how they are able to go about doing paralleled tasks.  Also, his successes and failures often threaten other people’s purpose.  The fact that he ignores that he has a direct effect with every movement he makes throughout the day is a result of him wanting and defending his own ego.  When he gets upset about how they react or that his efforts went unnoticed, his “political agenda” comes through loud and clear.  Essentially, even the most well-intentioned people are offenders.  I need to disclaimer this by restating that he does always have the best of intentions.

I play into his ego all the time, although, you will get a completely different answer if you as him.  But I do.  Sometimes it’s to avoid an argument. Sometimes its to just make him feel good because he deserves that, and sometimes it comes out in the form of devils advocate to help him work through the situation in his head to see on his own how his ego is escalating a situation that he could be in better control of.  It has taken years for me to really figure this out with him.  There are some people that I am able to figure out within minutes of exposure.  He took me almost a decade of constant time with him to predict and understand his reactions to things.  It’s probably why we’ve been together for as long as we have.  I don’t get bored.  Frustrated –yes.  Bored — no.  In the end, I have found that I was likely over-thinking it.  He’s not as complicated as I thought.  He’s a Leo, tried and true.  No doubt about it.  Though, there will always be variances in his reactions to specific situations, I know I can keep my bookmark on leo-sun-sign.com and come up with a pretty accurate estimate of why he acts the way he does.

Other people are a bit easier, mostly because I have to deal with less of their every day shit.  You will find that people wear their heart on their sleeve if you are paying attention.   Once you get just a bit of background information about their lives, they are easily sized up.  A friend asked me if I had him figured out when I met him.  I said, “I like to think so”. He didn’t respond to that.  Mostly, because I’m sure he thinks I really have no idea.  But, he comes from a family where he is the oldest of 7.  All adopted.  His overall demeanor is to be cool, calm and collected all the time and a “yes-man” without being a specific kiss-ass.  He comes off as very aloof, as if he is never bothered by anything.  Yet, every so often he will have a strong opinion on something that seems to come out of no-where.  This all makes him easy to interact with, but complicated and difficult to manage.  You never seem to know what he’s thinking or how he feels about anything.  Closed book.  What I take from this is that being the oldest of 7, he learned to be very independent at a very young age.  Having 6 brothers and sisters, all with different genetics, he was consistently dealing with many varying personalities.  Of course, some traits are learned and nurtured behaviors, but others are definitely in our blood.  I’ve never met his family, but I am guessing there are 7 very different personalities.  Dealing with this has made him an overall accepting person that avoids confrontation unless absolutely necessary.  He is extremely well-adjusted from what I can tell, which tells me that he will always bounce back, and explains why things roll-off his back so easily.  His independence and his ability to not sweat the small stuff are what make him hard to manage.  These are all great qualities, ones most of us aspire to have, however, if you are the boss, its hard to tell if he has legitimate concern and care about what he is doing.  His lackadaisical approach is frustrating to those that are constantly looking for the rewards and recognition, because he’s simply not. This causes a discrepancy in what each deem to be a priority.  Basically, when you can get him to focus, he will do a stellar job.  He knows what he’s doing and will always make sure he’s doing it right.  But it will get done in his own time, because he’s not out to win the race.   The flip side to this is that when he has an opinion, getting him to see that the straight facts aren’t always enough.  The concept of perception is reality is a hard concept for him.  This stems from his scientific nature as well as being the oldest of 7 and being Mr. independent and likely the one the younger siblings went to for advice and guidance.  In other words, he’s used to being right and the decision maker.

Now that I’ve given my 2 cents on this friend, I’m sure he will read this and laugh and I will get a smart-ass comment tomorrow.  However, I also bet there is a bit of truth to this.  The fact that I was able to figure him out a bit is why we became friends.  Those that can’t figure him out, may find him a bit unapproachable, and when that happens people are likely to work against his nature instead of within it to achieve the correct goal they are likely both after.

I am a Pisces.  I meet about 70% of the listed traits.   The other 30% us a product of my environment and blood line.  I have the stubborn, controlling attitude that all of the Letizia-women seemed to have, and it has been a challenge to recognize that and do what I can to keep it in check.  It gets me in trouble and more often than not, I’m the only one that gets disappointed.  I am an extrovert.  I gain 100% of my energy from others around me.  Being alone for any length of time is a problem, and I would rather sit and do nothing with someone in the room than sit and do nothing alone.  This is why I have an addiction to facebook. Someone else is always in the room with me if I’m logged on.  I like to be center of attention.  But I tend to sit back and people watch when out with large groups.  I like to talk.  Mostly because if I’m talking, it means someone is interacting with me, the more we talk, the more energy I have.  I have struggled with depression my entire life.  Clinical and situational.   I am learning what I can and cannot control to avoid being my own worst enemy.  I am creative and tend to “think big”.  I am extremely sensitive, which benefits me in many areas, and hurts me in others.  They consider Pisces sensitivity to make them very intuitive people.  I don’t know if I would call my ability to figure people out “intuition” or if I just consider it strategic use of mind to avoid unneeded conflict and hurt.  I guess I call it self -protection.

The point of all of this is that I have finally figured out what may be a key ingredient to happiness.  We spend our lives working at everything we do.  I think that most of us spend our lives working harder instead of smarter.   This may seem like the lazy way out, or come off as manipulative, but I think that it just seems to make sense to work within the limitations presented instead of constantly trying to find ways to break the barriers.  Every situation has limitations.  Most limitations are less physical and more emotional.  Our self worth is embedded in our ego, and overall we are all looking to be accepted and appreciated in one way or another, how we view and accept praise, recognition and sense-of-self if different for everyone.  It’s what makes us individuals.  Instead of wondering why someone can’t just “think like you” it’s overall easier to just try and think like them and work within his or her methods to come up with the end result.  If they can come to the conclusion on their own, with guided help of course, you are going to get the results you were after.  Needing less personal recognition = actually getting what you want.  It’s a hard pill to swallow, but at the end of the day you have to ask yourself which is most important:  being right or having someone else admit it later?