Do you ever worry that your filter might let you down? You know, the inner-censor that stops you from saying what you’re actually thinking, and getting you fired and/or beaten-down?
I do. I’m a pretty laid-back guy, but my brain is always going a mile a minute. And a lot of it could cause me problems if it were ever released to the open air.
Say, for instance, two or three hotshots at your company come to town, and want to hold a townhall meeting type of deal. All the employees gather in a circle (executives in the round!), and they start in with a pep rally… I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept.
Well, if my inner-censor broke down in such a situation, it would be Big Trouble. Big, Big Trouble. And I worry it’ll happen someday; I don’t have complete faith in the integrity of my filter.
I’m afraid I’ll suddenly shout, “Is that a rug?” Or, “Do you have one of those extra-wide toilets at home, on account of your ass?” Or, “Hey, 1989 just called, and they want their sport coat back!!”
Is it just me? Please tell me I’m not alone. I’d hate to think I’m the only one with toxic thoughts playing leapfrog in his brain.
Examples of catastrophic filter failure, would also be appreciated… Use the comments section below.
Yesterday morning I got out of bed, stepped on a dryer sheet, and believe my right foot was actually above my head for a couple of seconds. Luckily, I landed on the bed and didn’t explode my skull on the nightstand.
But, damn. A used dryer sheet on hardwood floors is one slick son of a bitch.
When we were at the park last weekend I overheard the following conversation-fragment, between a father and his young son, who were fishing from a pier.
Dad: No, it’s not that they deserve to die. We’re just doing this for fun.
Son: Killing fish?
Dad: That’s right. Now, quit asking so many questions and cast your line.
Heh. Did the kid think they were doling out punishment to the fish community at large? This’ll teach ’em a lesson they won’t soon forget… Kids say the darndest things, especially the l’il Hitlers.
Why do I need a facebook page? People keep telling me it’s required, but I don’t understand why. Will somebody please explain it to me? How will it improve my life? What are the benefits?
I had a MySpace page for a year or so, and it was yet another thing to maintain and feel guilty about. How is facebook different? How is it better?
Help me out, won’t you?
I do, however, enjoy Twitter. I’m not the world’s greatest at posting updates, but it’s been roughly a million times more positive than the MySpace experiment. If you’d like to follow my stoopid posts, here ya go.
And I haven’t been very good at reminding you guys about this, but please keep the drawings of your bosses a-coming. Here’s the page again, with directions on how to submit your artwork, etc. We need more bosses!
This one’s a mess, but I need to stop right here. I wish I could complain about the stuff that’s cramping my style these days, but I can’t. I just can’t.
So, have yourselves a great Wednesday, or whatever day it is. I appreciate you coming here every day, I really do. I probably don’t say it enough, but it’s true.
See ya tomorrow, my friends.