Why Couldn’t I Love Her?

I was at work today, working on learning some of the features of our phone system by playing around with different functions, and seeing if I could make random things work. Anyway, at about 9:00, I got an email from one of our Customer Service Reps (whose daughter was my last actual date and whom recently got married to her cult-leader), saying that she couldn’t access her voicemails properly, and asking me to come over. Well, after a few minutes, I finished up the part I was working on and headed over to take a look at her computer.

She’s not at her desk, but the screensaver hasn’t come on yet, so I plop down to start by verifying that there is in fact a problem. I start closing all the crap she has open that is of no importance to my “investigation”, and eventually get to the desktop. As with many people, she has a picture of her children as the wallpaper. I sit for a moment, simply looking at the picture. I’d never really seen the younger daughter (who was sitting on a horse in the picture), but there was Jessica feeding the horse (presumably on the ranch she and her cult lord live on now).

For several seconds, I just sat and looked at that picture on her desktop. In just those few seconds, I thought about how incredibly cute Jessica actually had been, and how much she seemed to care about me. She was willing to do (or try… yeah, as in that…) virtually anything, as long as it made me happy or feel good, and yet I couldn’t make myself love her…

Perhaps that was part of the problem. Maybe subconsciously, I needed to have to work at a relationship just a little or I lost interest. Consciously, I certainly didn’t feel that way, even though that relationship came at one of the most stressful times of my working career (at least thus far). While I was trying to make it work with Jessica, I was also working from 7am to 9pm every day getting the entire company upgraded enough to make use of the new phone server that was being installed (by a guy making about 6x my salary and only working 6 hours a day).

It just amazes me. This girl was totally into me and had a really nice body, and I couldn’t make myself care for her. Sure, I said it. I even told her I loved her, but I didn’t… I guess the real reason it bothers me so much, is knowing that the next guy she dated she married, and that I can’t put my finger on any real reason I didn’t like her…

Who knows, there’s probably some underlying subconscious reason I seem to find something wrong with every girl I see…

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4-5-2005
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When is Home not really Home anymore?

As most of you probably know by now, I had to take my mother to the hospital this morning for some minor outpatient surgery on her wrist (they were attempting to repair some muscle damage associated with Carpel Tunnel Syndrome). After waiting for more than 3 hours, I was called back into the recovery room to talk to the doctor that performed the surgery and then to the nurse who gave me instructions on what not to let her do, etc.

As most of you probably also know, I can’t stand blood, guts, needles, surgery, or anything relating to any of them. Simply being in the recovery area, looking at all the tubes from the IV and the heart and respiration monitor totally freaked me out. By the time my mom was ready to get dressed to leave, the nurse had me go back out into the waiting room and wait, simply because I was about to pass out (or vomit all over the floor, one).

I suppose the most notable thing about this morning, however, was the paperwork I had to sign upon her discharge. When I looked down at the line I had to sign and read the caption “Signature of Responsible Adult”, I realized something.

I’m an adult now.

Like, a real adult.

Yes, that was the first moment when I realized the cold hard reality of my life. The moment when I realized that I’m not a kid anymore and that there’s no going back.

And so I started thinking. When did this happen? When did I suddenly become responsible? When did I become this “Adult” person? What did it? I’ve been working since I was 15 (as soon as I could drive on my own), then the car payment, and then the credit card. Which one did it? Which one ripped the childhood I’d never really had to enjoy away from me?

I watched Garden State the other night (mainly for Natalie Portman). There’s one line I remember from the movie, in which Andrew (played by Zach Braff of “Scrubs” fame) is talking about that feeling of “home” you always have as a kid, and how you wake up one day and realize that that feeling is gone, and you spend years trying to get it back, until you finally get married and create that sense of “home” for your own family. It’s really scary, but I think today was the first time I ever really felt that feeling. I don’t know if it’s permanent, or if it will eventually fade away when things in my life slowly return to normal, but it scares me – a lot.

I’m not ready to be an adult yet, but I know I can’t cling to childhood forever, so where does that leave me?

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4-1-2005
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Ethical Grounds for Breaking the Law

I was reading this article from The Register, about the students who “hacked” the website containing information about whether their applications to various universities had been accepted.

Part of the article talks about how we judge right vs. wrong in the “real world”, including:

We finally consider certain exigent circumstances in deciding whether, as a society, we are willing to accept the conduct (OK to break into a locked car to get a baby out, OK to open door of unlocked car to turn lights off).

This is the part I found of interest. The rest of the story is really old news that I really didn’t care about, even when it was breaking news.

I’m sure we’ve all probably heard (or at least thought about) someone breaking a car window to get a child out (although now that I think about it, I can’t think of a single instance I remember, nor why the child needed to be retrieved in the first place). I, however, had never considered checking a car to see if it were unlocked when I noticed that the lights had been left on. I generally look to see if there’s someone who might be the owner walking away from the vehicle, and when I don’t see anyone who fits the bill, simply walk right past and don’t think twice about it.

Do people actually do this? In the cruel world we live in today, where everyone fends for themselves, do people actually care enough to (technically) break the law and enter another person’s vehicle, simply to turn their lights off and save their battery?

I’d venture to perform a test, leaving my car unlocked and in the mall parking lot, but I honestly don’t think anyone around here would give a rat’s ass. With my luck, I’d return to my car not only to find the lights on and the battery dead, but also my CD player missing, and the peculiar scent of urine in the air…

Does anyone out there (all 2 of you reading this) actually have experience with this type of thing? Have you ever gone into someone’s car for an ethical reason? Has someone ever gone into yours for one? Leave a comment or drop me an email. I’d love to know…

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3-30-2005
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Terri Shiavo… Who?

OK, I’m sure by now everyone has heard about Terri Shiavo. She’s the new Iraq, literally. No matter what, the American news media must always have something to focus all their meddling might upon. Whether this something should actually deserve the attention it derives or not is not the point, we as a nation must wake up and take notice of something as a whole for no other reason than to do so.

Ever since the “War on Terror” has started to quiet down and people have come to realize that hey, maybe we really did do something good over there, the media has had to turn its distorting killer eyes upon a new “evil” the American people have to face. The ritual sacrifice was decided for some reason to be this poor woman. No, I don’t know who “broke the story” first, nor do I really care. That’s the entire point of this entry: I DON’T CARE!

In this entry, I would like to, if nothing else, stress the point to foreigners that not all of America consists of self-righteous hypocritical politicians and “do-gooders”.

Not all of us give a rat’s ass. I know I certainly don’t. Sure, if the decision were left up to me, I certainly have my own opinion, but my god, how many millions of people do we really need to get in on this f***ing decision?! The bottom line is: according to the law, her husband has the right to decide her fate. Sure, she probably should have drafted a living will if she felt this strongly about the matter, but the point is she didn’t, and that that decision now falls upon her husband’s shoulders. It doesn’t matter why her husband might want to let her die, the fact is, HE DOES. It’s not the American peoples’ decision, nor is it the government’s decision. It’s not even her parents’ decision for Pete’s sake! The law, as we have drafted, established, and thus far obeyed, allows him the right to decide whether she lives or dies, and I think everyone needs to shut their mouths and accept that.

Simply because you don’t agree with the decision doesn’t give you the right to interfere at all. The law is the law, and it needs to be respected. Even if we decided to change the law, who do we give the power to? The legal power of attorney was given to the spouse (if one exists) for a reason when the law was originally drafted, simply because it’s the best option available. Or perhaps we just shouldn’t give anyone the power to “murder” someone in such a way. If you’re part of this argument, you have to handle the problems that come with it. How long do we let them hold on in a vegetative state if there’s no sign of improvement? Should we just let them lay there until they finally die of some other, possibly unrelated, cause? What if there is some sign of improvement? What then? You can’t just flat out say that no one has the right to disconnect them. You have to set up provisions for all these possible instances. This is yet another reason the spouse was initially given the power of attorney, and therefore the right to disconnect any form of life support.

As we’re slowly getting into my opinion on the matter, and since most of you have probably already figured out how I stand on the subject, why don’t I just go ahead and blurt it out? PULL THE FRIGGIN PLUG! There, I’ve said it. After 15 years, her condition hasn’t significantly improved in any aspect. Even if you accept that there has been some improvement over the years, at this rate her normal lifespan will long since have ended by the time she’s returned to any state considered even remotely near “competence”. The bottom line is, she’s not contributing to society and is instead placing a significant drain thereupon, utilizing our resources and occupying our time to provide care, and she should be removed from the system in the easiest, quickest, least painful manner possible.

While we’re talking about pulling the plug on the old bat, why has there been so little attention on the manner in which it is done? Simply removing the feeding tube and allowing her to lay there and slowly dehydrate into oblivion and eventual agonizing death? I heard on the news the other day that after less than a week, her tongue and eyes had already started to bleed due to dehydration. I know that I sure wouldn’t want to go out in such a painful and humiliating manner. I mean, hell, we give murderers and rapists a lethal injection. According to the State of Texas’ Death Row Facts [www.tdcj.state.tx.us], it takes approximately 7 minutes for a properly administered lethal injection to claim the life of an inmate, and it is totally painless. However, Mrs. Shiavo isn’t entitled to such a right. No, we simply stop feeding her and let her wither away into an agonizing nothingness.

In any case, I’ve drifted away from the primary point I was attempting to make. Not only is it not my business to care, but I’ve done everything I can to keep my opinion to myself thus far. This is the first (and only) time I shall mention anything related to Terri Shiavo, and you can rest assured that, whatever happens, I simply hope everyone shuts the hell up about it, as I’m sure many of you do as well.

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3-28-2005
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Relationship Desire: Simple Perspective, or Cosmic Karma?

Before we get started with today’s topic, I’d like to welcome everyone to Incoherent Babble. That sentence was probably the last sincerely kind thing you’ll ever hear me say on this site. If you want horridly pleasant ass-kissing, I’d like to refer you to Apple’s website [apple.com]. OK, enough? On with the show!!

Have you ever noticed that for months on end, it seems as if no one is interested in you romantically, and then, all of a sudden, you find someone who is, and it suddenly seems that virtually everyone you meet now shows some form of unusual affection towards you?

Is it a simple matter of perspective? Could it be that you suddenly have a new found sense of confidence? One person likes you, of course everyone else must as well!

Or could it actually be cosmic karma? The planets have aligned, you’ve found a date, and hundreds of people are suddenly throwing themselves upon you.

This is the question we ask ourselves this week on Dr. Meller. Before we all go out and start buying bodyguards to help ward off the impending mass that is womanhood before they can smother us with their wonderful loving, we need to take a step back and examine the situation.

Is it really that we suddenly feel an enhanced sense of confidence from the affections of one glorious date, or is there actually something not quite as logical as it seems about this situation? Do we as humans strive and yearn for acceptance, particularly when it comes in the form of affection from the opposite sex?

Many people out there (most notably a certain Jamaican wanna-be (*cough cough* Miss Cleo!)), believe in astrology. Astrology is the “science” (which can be taken with varying degrees of seriousness) of the stars, or the study of the planets’ position and direction relative to a certain celestial body (either the Sun or the Earth, depending on which variation we’re talking about) and its potential influence on a natural organism.

According to Dr. Percy Seymour, the Principal Lecturer of Astronomy at the University of Plymouth in the United Kingdom in his book “The Scientific Basis of Astrology”, the alignment and positioning of the planets Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune can, in some small way, affect the solar cycles of the Sun, which in turn affect the electromagnetic field of the Earth. Confused yet? Good. Anyway, the point is, the alignment of these planets does have the potential to affect the human brain when still in developmental phases in a baby fetus. Dr. Seymour believes that the changes in the electromagnetic field of the Earth can play a part in establishing some of the basic inherited personality characteristics of the child at birth.

While Dr. Seymour’s research indicates that celestial bodies can possibly have affects on the brains of human fetuses, but doesn’t provide any indication that this can alter the behavior of fully grown and developed human brains, so we’re not talking wolf man or werewolf stuff here, but it’s an interesting consideration none-the-less, particularly considering most astrology predictions involve dates of birth of both parties involved in the relationship.

Whether you believe Dr. Seymour’s research and hypothesis or not, you have to admit that while a bit far-fetched, his theory is at least plausible. Will we actually ever find the true answer? Probably some day, but not likely in the near future.

We’ll skip over the next logical car on this train of thought: destiny. There are probably more people in the world that believe that there is that one perfect person out there for you, your one true ‘destiny’ than there are that believe in the compatibility of astrological signs. However, since this topic is likely to spark heated debates no matter where it’s read, not to mention the material for an objective review of the matter would fill an entry 10x the length I intend for this one to be, as well as the personal opinion of the author clouding the reviews objectivity, we’ll forgo anything lengthy here and simply move on to the other side of our relationship-deciding fate coin.

Now that we’ve investigated the scientific view point, why don?t we look at the (I suppose) less logical mode of thought: human emotions and perception of the world around them.

I’ve personally asked myself the same question we?re asking now many times before. I’d go for long periods of time without seeming to see any type of interest from any women in my life. Then I’d finally get a girlfriend and all of a sudden not only am I on a new emotional high (How can you not be? You’re not single anymore. You’re better than everyone else.), but it also appears to me that all the girls I used to drool over that showed no return interest in the past are now fawning all over me, when I’m not even paying them any attention.

Well, pick up any relationship book, read any article on how to get a date, or talk to any marriage counselor or your local shrink and they’ll tell you that the old saying ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ is 100% true. When you’re constantly smothering someone with affections and begging them to go out with you, not only is it degrading and down right shameful, but it also gets annoying. When you’re suddenly gone, obsessing over your new girlfriend for a change (which will probably be the reason you two break up as well), these people you’ve been drooling over in the past suddenly realize what they’re missing when they don’t have you around all the time. Your absence truly does make their heart grow fonder. Now, that’s not to say that when your new girlfriend finally dumps your pathetic clingy ass that they’ll suddenly leap into your arms professing their undying love for you, but that’s really not what we’re trying to examine here. We’re simply trying to figure out if it’s true that everyone seems to want you when you finally end up in a relationship.

OK, so you didn’t like Meller’s 1st Theory of Dating? Well, we’ll try to formulate a 2nd theory and see if you believe it any more?

So maybe you didn’t like the last theory because it involved a corny cliche that constantly annoys you now. Well, we’ll try to avoid those this time around. Meller’s 2nd Theory of Dating involves simple perception on the behalf of the poor unfortunate soul who has found himself drug into a relationship that is bound to fail (most likely due to his own inadequacies). In this theory, we hypothesize that everyone appears to be madly in love with you the instant you finally find your pathetic ass a girlfriend, simply because of the delusional state of euphoria brought on by a (temporary) end to your long search for a companion of the opposite sex.

In this delusional state, you are under the impression that you can do no relationship wrong, so to speak. You’re on top of the world and you see the best in every situation (damn that silver lining!). Therefore, it always seems that these women are in love with you, even when they’re doing something as simple as being polite. No, that wasn’t a special twinkle in her eye. NO, she didn’t wink at you just then! Oh FFS, she really does just want to work on that science project Saturday night!!

Alright, so none of Meller’s Theories of Dating actually involve any kind of scientific proof or research of any kind, but you know you love them anyway. Besides, it makes much more sense than Dr. Seymour’s research does.

Fine, as a first entry this turned out to be a little less light-hearted and funny than I’d intended. For some reason when I was writing it today (at work, by the way), I got into a very psychoanalytical mood and decided to take a cold hard look at the subject. Well, you see the results?

I promise that my next post will be a more light-hearted view of whatever subject it happens to be on, but it’s safe to expect these serious melodramatic posts here and there. It just depends on what kind of mood I happen to be in whilst penning my masterpiece!

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1-14-2005
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