It’s like Tuesday. Just like that. Like 04 October 2011 and junk. I’m producing things from my brain again, but let’s just say that if my brain was a reservoir, it hasn’t rained in a while, and it’s in danger of running low. But I’ve always got a couple of ideas floating around in there. I don’t know why this is the case, but you always have more ideas, a few more things. You’ve always got one more trick up your sleeve. Or I do, I don’t know about you. I switch pronouns a lot, don’t I? I’ll say “I” this, and then change to “you” that in midsentence. I just don’t want you to think I’m telling you what to do or think. I am, I just don’t want you to think that.
I thought I would hate the rain a lot – and don’t get me wrong, I do – but the cold? Jesus. I hate that. I hate it because of the extra time it takes – you have to take up an extra 15 minutes. Ohio is a swing state in many, many ways, but one of them is weather. You don’t know from one second to the next what the weather is going to be. Ohio weathermen have the easiest jobs in the world. They can forecast the weather and be wrong, incredibly wrong, and people won’t care, because no one can tell you what the weather is going to be like here. You can wake up one morning, and your car windows are clear. You can wake up the next morning, and they’re wet with dew. You can wake up the next morning and they’re all frosted over. Clearly the key here is not to wake up in the morning. Work with me, universe!
But that’s life, isn’t it? In general, you know that a lot of different things are going to happen. You know what most of these things are. And you might even be prepared for some of them, but still they catch you off guard. You know what’s cool about life and preparation (that doesn’t come in a tube)? That people prepare for the worst, but they never really prepare for the best. “Oh my god. I found extra money this week. I’m going to be able to pay all my bills!” Nobody ever prepares for that. “Oh no, I know exactly what to wear!” Or “man, this woman really turned out to be a decent person that I plan on seeing again.” No one ever prepares for it, so you almost always get caught off guard by happiness. That fact in and of itself is sad, that you don’t expect to be happy. But it has a really great unintended side effect, and that is the highs you get from the surprise unexpected happiness are much higher than they would be if you expected them. The disappointment is minimized because you don’t expect it.
There are two metaphors I use all the time – the target and the hurdle. A lot of people think that you have to hit the bullseye of the target to be happy in a relationship, or a career, or any task or situation. In a few situations that applies – like if you are a sniper, you would certainly want to hit what you’re aiming at. Unless you’re a marksman or championship darts player, the bullseye is very hard to hit. The red ring around the bullseye is hard to hit. Hell, for some people the entire board is hard to hit. But that’s a metaphor for perfection. It’s the bullseye or nothing.
A much better metaphor is the hurdle. The hurdle represents the things you require, the minimum you will accept, in a given situation. It’s much less pressure, and much calmer. Wherever you’re at, and whatever you’re doing, you just have to clear that hurdle. Can’t be any lower – but it can be higher. If something clears the hurdle by a millimeter – good enough, if you’ve set your hurdle high enough. If it clears the hurdle by ten feet, great – you’ll be happier, maybe. But just clearing it is good enough.
I have learned a lot of things over the years, and a lot of them have been the hard way. And the most important thing I’ve learned is: don’t learn things the hard way. The hard way is you do something, and you experience it, and you fail, and you’re crushed or humiliated or hurt, and you learn not to do that thing again. Or you learn that you should have done this other thing. But once you learn not to learn things the hard way, you get just as much wisdom, but you get less heartache. Some people might think that it’s the act of failing, of being crushed or humiliated or shocked or hurt that grants you the wisdom. But that’s not true. It grants you intelligence, and more clues on how to live your life, and gives you a better guide. But there’s no reason why that guide has to come from your experience – it can certainly come from someone else’s experience.
Take dating. If you keep picking a string of the same kind of people…. speaking of learning from someone else’s experience. I used to keep a journal a long time ago until it started becoming a pain in the ass, and one day years later I was reading it, flipping through the pages, and I was talking about a girl. How she was treating me, what she was doing to me, how our relationship was bad. I thought it was Girl A, so I was reading it the whole time with Girl A in mind, because what I was reading meshed with my memories of this girl. Eventually, I used her name in the journal, and it turned out I had been talking about Girl B the whole time. That blew my mind! I thought everything I was reading was about Girl A! I was intrigued by this. I started flipping through this thing, and I discovered that in my late teens/early 20s, all the girls I had dated resulted in the same exact experience.
This meant one of two things – either I was screwing up and sabotaging relationships unintentionally or subconsciously, or that I could not choose a suitable girlfriend for shit. Looking back, what I should have done was poll my friends to see how she interacted with them, what their opinions of her were, and then have them advise me on whether I should continue dating her. My friends know me, more objectively than I know myself, and could probably advise me better on who I should be with. And that is learning from other people’s experience – at least, their experience with me.
This is true of all areas of life – if you’re stuck in a rut, learn from other people’s mistakes, and other people’s experiences, and set up your list of things you can’t do without, and things you can’t do with. That’s your bar. Accept nothing lower than the bar – I assume you could accept nearly everything above it, and by accept I mean try, not necessarily commit. Maybe expect a little happiness. The disappointment resulting from expectation of happiness and not getting it will be your first clue that whatever you’re doing or whoever it is you’re doing it with, is not something you should be doing, or someone you should be doing.
The knob just fell off my heater. No, that’s not a euphemism. In my car, the knob that controls my heater just fell off. There’s a custom faceplate for the aftermarket stereo, and it doesn’t quite fit. Sometimes things don’t fit, and they’re a little harder to work with, but they work. Just like a relationship. Can I turn anything into a metaphor? Yes I can.
Edward Hotspur
…I can take a rainbow, cover it with dew…
You should consider being one of those guys that travels the country giving life coach lectures because this is really good.
As for me, I have no expectations of anything, so when something good happens I’m always pleasantly surprised. For the most part, I just sort of “wing” life. You seem to have your shit together way more than me.
“Seem” – have you seen my blog? If my shit was together, I would have photo blogs and fluffy bunny posts once a week.
I like bunnies. And pictures of bunnies.
I meant to ask, are all these pictures of flowers you grew? Because to me that’s INSANELY impressive. If it were possible I’d be charged with hate crimes against plants. I can’t grow weeds, honestly.
All the pictures of flowers I’ve posted are flowers I planted and grew myself, except for this one white one – I forget where that came from.
I love that line ” Ohio is a swing state in many, many ways, but one of them is weather. ” Except I would apply it to Texas – at least in the weather department. Great post! I love all of your metaphors, and thanks for getting The Candyman stuck in my head.
It makes the blog taste good.
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I think Ohio must be like Melbourne (Australia), they get four seasons in a day there.
But Australia seems exotic and fun next to Ohio. It’s bonzer.
Bonzer…that’s so cute! Melbourne is a pretty funky city, but I’m from Perth (much more laid-back)…
…and I have a friend from Ohio, she’s gorgeous…but she’s chosen to live here, the farm life just didn’t deliver for her!
We’re not all farmers here… but can understand choosing Australia over Ohio.
It seems like a city in the middle of nowhere, desert to the east and ocean to the west…
That’s pretty accurate, but we like it.
Oh, like a gem in a ring…
Awesome. I am still going to think that ‘your knob fell off your heater’ means something else entirely. Did I mention that I got in my first motorcyclse wreck in Colombus, Ohio… when I was AWOL for the second time. It wasn’t my bike… but the quaaludes were mine.
Wow. Where at in Columbus?
I don’t know, but I was looking at a girl on a bycicle wearing really short shorts…
Ah… I see
Girls… you can’t live without them, you can’t steer a motorsycle while you look at them.
Let them drive.
Right. And let them vote! And let them eat cake.
Or pie.
ummmm pie…
This was interesting – a look back at Hotspur! You sound like you came from somewhere other than Ohio previously, especially if you are having trouble adjusting to the cold & weather. Where are you from originally? Not stalking, just interested.
Been here for 30+ years.
Doesn’t answer my question unless you are only 30+ years old & you cannot convince me you are 82 anymore!
Born in Oklahoma.
You mean Ooooooklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain? I would have thought the wind would have been cold & what about all the twisters?
I don’t know what you mean right now. 31 years in Ice Station Zebra, and I still wouldn’t be used to cold weather, because I’m a human.
So I take it you didn’t enjoy my musical interlude? And I don’t know if you ever get used to the cold, you just get warmer clothing.