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Au Revoir, 2018: A Poem

2018, oh what a year The same in 2019 is what I fear. It wasn't all bad, so I shouldn't be blue, I did, in fact, gain a beautiful nephew. The Winter was snowy, and I shoveled each day, The irony is, for this to be done, I'm the one who pays. The Spring came around and there was talk of a birth, I was walking without pain, and decreasing my girth. The Summer was spent outside reading and drinking, ' The life of someone wealthy, what was I thinking? As Autumn stopped by for a very brief show, I knew the cycle and anticipated snow. I'm back working with kids and it makes me so happy, If you knew how much I miss it, you'd probably call me sappy. I'm trying to find inner peace, much like a lama, I just can't seem to escape being surrounded by drama. People around me who have so much more, Complain and criticize, to me it's a bore. At home, out, and even at work, I must keep appearances, not to be a jerk. People are obsessed with appe...

How Much Screen Time Do You Allow?

Yesterday, I had my first opportunity to see my three-month-old nephew. It was joyous, humbling, and put the importance of time into my life. My two and half-year-old niece was also there and it was both wonderful and difficult to realize I'd not seen her in over a year. Missing that year of her life has been stressful, but yesterday was magical. My eyes could not be taken off of them, and for the most part, theirs on me; except when we were in a public place with a television. I had bought my niece a chrome book for Christmas, understanding this was jumping the gun, but wanting to be the person who pushes her educationally. I of course, do not understand the first thing about what a chrome book is or why it appears necessary for all school-aged children, because I'm from the school of thought that screens are bad. Apparently, my sister-in-law is from the same school with a more strict principle. The irony, of course, being, she and my brother are glued to their phones (befor...

Chance, Choice, and Change

This time of year is always filled with reflection and some silly universal feeling that something will change as the clock strikes midnight and our new year begins. The problem is, the clock changes at different times, in different places, and for the most part, we are where we are because of chance. I often wonder how often people who are where they are in the world because of change experience it, for better or for worse. How do we make a change if we are unsatisfied with our locale, whether it be a continent, country, city, or home? Every year we make resolutions, whether we announce them, document them, or simply think them. We vow to be better people, love more, work harder, save money, lose weight, what have you. We then spend most of the year leaving most of this up to chance, making safe choices, and minor changes. Then, 365 days later, we make some minor adjustments and make these same resolutions. Not much changes and we continue the process, either accepting our fates or ...

The Day After

As is often the case, I wrote a somewhat long, drawn-out blog about my lack of a day yesterday. I then deleted it and started all over, changing it, then coming back to the initial concept, but with a much less bitter tone. I of course came back to something similar, which unravelled into this mess. So bear with me. A lot is on my mind. With the exception of some reciprocal greetings, I was universally ignored by those who spend much of their "busy" time boasting of how their door is always open, nothing means more than friends and family,   and my favorite, how one can never be too busy for those they care about.  To be honest, it hurt. I could care less about those who I know are phony and simply create a facade of human decency, living their lives for none other than themselves. Those who aren't even friends with their children, grandchildren, or even spouses, simply manufacturing a picture of what they believe love is supposed to be. I care about those I feel for. I...

Narcissistic Post

Do you ever feel that you hold yourself back by being level-headed, modest, and humble? Do you ever project yourself in a manner that demeans your character and intelligence, all the while feeling as if you're surrounded by people who do the opposite? Do you think those of us who are chronic underachievers are so because of our empathy, compassion, and simply because we spend so much time bringing up and helping others, we fail ourselves? Someone made a joke recently in regards to someone who thought they were bright, simply because they were somewhat organized in appearance, saying "They're no MENSA candidate." I laughed, then in almost a knee-jerk reaction, uttered: "Who is?" Silly, simple story. No meaning, right? Here's the thing, I was. I passed a prerequisite test, by a lot, and was invited to apply for membership, which would have entailed taking their entrance exam. I didn't. Why? Numerous reasons, but maybe I didn't want to quantify my...

Trying to Fit In Where You Don't Fit In

I fit in while living in Brooklyn. It may be true I was a bit of a chameleon during those days, but we all were. White, Black, and Spanish kids all playing together, in our minds all alike, but with so many differences, not able to be seen by the naked eye, one would be astonished by our solidarity. At 15. I moved, and suddenly everyone looked just like me, but I soon found they weren't. I attached myself to those I most felt comfortable and today, those I call my dear friends. I speak to them via text or messenger less often than I should, but that two-way street has always felt like it was on a very steep hill. I blame no one. So it's been four, almost four and a half years, since I've journeyed northwest and I have lived now in four different places. It started with my father, who I grew apart from. We grew apart more because of who we were than any other thing. He valued his friends and minor acquaintances over family, something I've learned through letting go of ...

The Santa Clause

Imagine Jesus coming back during Christmas. Imagine the teachings of religion were real. Imagine then, what would our current celebratory process do to our chances to enter into the mythical gated community in the sky. The penance, purgatory, and inevitable exile into Hades most would face, would bring fear into every consumer. But hey, we've all signed into a social contract with a Pagan icon. One who is a gluttonous stranger, who judges us constantly, and shows up once a year to decide, depending on our deeds or expenditures, if we're worthy of praise or punishment. I, of course, am talking about the capitalistic idiocy we've agreed to with this Santa Clause we've all deemed as normal. Yes, I'm an old curmudgeon, because I can take inventory, and view the tens of thousands of dollars I've spent on others, and they on me, on trinkets and bric-a-brac and items I and others will covet until the next new thing arrives. I'm finally at the age where the fu...

What's Worse?

This was actually a Facebook post so you can consider not being friends with me on Facebook the gift that keeps on giving.  I'm not sure what's worse (Yeah, I know it's a weird follow-up to my happy post), but this time of year, well, it says a lot about a lot of people. Being selfish with your time when you can be with others or being selfish with your time when you're with others. Being absent when you could be present or being absent when you are present. Taking those you care about for granted or getting angry when those you care about take reciprocate this. Doing enough to make yourself feel good or to not care if you've done enough for another feel good. Being adequate or accepting it. Doing it for you or thinking it's about you. Putting up appearances or thinking that's what it's about. Thinking quantity is quality or not understanding the quantity of quality matters too. Thi...

Signs Can Tell You Who People Are

I was going to write out a long story, using a group of ten people who must carry twenty-five rocks from point A to point B. The rocks would have been of varying sizes and the people who have been of varying strengths. The other variable would have been when the people arrived to help. I think you can all see where this is going, but as I started to write it, I started thinking about other things that predetermine who these people are and how they'd approach this task. There are indeed more variables, but I started thinking about how we can tell major character traits about ourselves, the people around us at home, work, and in society, by the little things they do. The real difference with this blog will be, I will not describe what the traits are based on these things. Those who read it are free to think of those they know and attach their own traits, but if you do read it, think about it and think about the behavior. Is there a correlation with the act and other behaviors that ar...

For You

I am not a man who likes routine, yet I keep the routine, every morning. I wake, take care of your needs, your food, your freedoms. I then try to take care of the simple things for me, all the while, giving you all the attention you crave/ I apologize when my schedule changes and our time is cut short. I say goodbye every day, whether you're listening or not. I think of you when I'm gone. I worry when you are. I fear when I have to stay late and wonder if you're worried, upset, or OK. I realize you're home and wish to be out. I open the door and you're there, usually waiting with your own form of embrace. I take care of your needs. Always before mine. I make sure you're comfortable as possible. I brush your hair and massage your neck until you drift off into a slumber. I take care not to wake you, should I have to get up. I keep the noise to a minimum, I give you most of the bed, careful not to startle you with my tossing and turning. I sleep ligh...

Amateur Child Assessment

Working with kids for almost three decades has taught me that, in general, most people who work with children, are not very adept at picking up or handling behavioral problems. This is not to say they aren't capable people, even capable instructors, and teachers, simply that they lack the experience or knowledge of how to handle a variety of behaviors. They tend to believe, setting a standard is the way to deal with all children. Not only does this not work with children, but it's also a dangerous precedent to set in the adult world. I normally do some digging into these people's pasts (or presents) and usually find they need structure personally, whether it be for health, mental, or social reasons; often all three. One of the other problems with group discussions about children is, many times, the person with the most to say is the least knowledgeable, is referencing childhood memories of their own, or is simply someone who feels the need to be heard. Ironic that when di...

Respect Is Earned

I was having a discussion with someone about respect. It began when I mentioned I worked with kids and the person said he gave me a lot of credit because "kids today are disrespectful." I explained I've encountered moments of disrespect, but in general, I feel they respect me. I went on to tell that I am very careful not to talk down to them and even more careful not to use my being an adult and my position to make them feel lesser. In showing them respect, I receive it. It has dawned on me recently that many people think they deserve respect without it being a reciprocal relationship. They often believe their position, title, or situation gives them the leverage to demand it, without showing it. In some senses, this is classic bullying and when one looks at those who do this, they're usually lacking in self-esteem, intelligence, and quite often, any behavior that merits it. With the exception of human decency, they quite often deserve the opposite. As the years o...

A Sense Of Humor

I consider myself lucky. I am viewed by most as a funny person. I am viewed by those who know me well as someone with a wonderful sense of humor. Being funny, appreciating humor, and having a sense of humor are very different things. I assume, those without a sense of humor, don't realize this. There are times in life when our humor gets us in trouble. Most of the time, it's because we assume most people can decipher humor with seriousness, not that they are mutually exclusive. I've often wondered what life must be like for those without a sense of humor. Sure they can laugh at a TV show or movie, enjoy a comedian, even laugh at a joke, but that's all a reaction to an outside stimulus. A sense of humor comes from within. It's the ability to view any and all situations, if the moment allows it, with a touch of farce, sarcasm, irony, and quite simply, humor. I assume there's something wired differently in people who can't do this or maybe it simply boils dow...

A Quick Note On Workplace Production vs Efficiency

I work in a job where many different things happen every day. I work with kids, so this is an understatement. That being said, I also work in a place where certain things, not pertaining directly to the kids, MUST happen every day. Their completion is not production, but a necessity. So here's my issue. There's this idea that if there are ten employees working, for there to be 100% production, each person must do 10%. This, in fact, is completely false, as is proven by the fact that yesterday, 100% of the production was achieved, despite 80% of it being done by three people.  Production at my job never changes, it's the efficiency that does. Here's where it gets confusing. A lot of people still think if they do 10% of the work and 100% of the work is achieved, they've done their part. The problem is, for one to be efficient, they must individually give 100% and if everyone gives 100%, there will be 100% production in a 100% efficient manner. This is what we call a f...

Tiny Epiphanies

Maybe they happen daily. Maybe they don't. Maybe it's not so much an epiphany, but simply us becoming "woke" to what is right in front of us. Maybe it's simply opening our eyes, not a sudden burst of insight. It seems to be happening more and more for me. Is it simply being observant, realizing how similar most people are, or is it truly an epiphany? They just seem to pour in. Some are about me; some are not. When you realize someone who needs to be, isn't as observant as you once thought. When you realize someone is living the same life you once had. When you realize two people are bound by insecurity and necessity, more than by love. When you realize it's been a year since you've seen your family. When you realize what you miss most in life is solitude. When you realize bettering yourself makes others angry. When you realize pointing out the obvious isn't so for others. When you realize you care too much about too many. When you...

Are Our Expectations Of Today's Children Ridiculous?

As friends, family, and especially parents of children, we all have hopes that the children we know and love will live better lives than we did. At least that's the way life is supposed to work. As someone who has worked with children for over almost 30 years, I'm starting to believe that while our hopes are justified, our expectations, even in their day-to-day lives, are ridiculous. Kids are sitting in their classroom before most adults are at work. Kids don't have the luxury of hitting the snooze button. Kids don't have the luxury of easing into their day with a trip to Starbucks. Kids don't have Me Time during their commute. Kids can't make the decision if they are well enough to go in. Kids can't take a personal day to clear their minds. Kids have 40-minute meetings all day long. Kids can't choose who to have lunch with. Most kids can't even choose their own lunch. Kids can't pop out for a smoke or breath of fresh air. Kids can...

Mental Wealth Inequality

Why is it that we put so much value on the things that drive us insane? We're so concerned with appearing to be well off, happy, and living the American Dream, that often, the things we desire destroy us. The irony, of course, is that most of these things are either unnecessary or superfluous. For example, many of us need a car, but very few of us need a car that is either as big, as fast, or simply as expensive as what we are paying. Most of our lives is getting from point A to point B, either physically or metaphorically and the less baggage and constraints, including financial, the better.  In the news, we are constantly being reminded that mental health in this country is not only weak in terms of treatment, but the plethora of mental disease categories are growing. Another hot topic, is wealth inequality, and for most of us, we're on the short end of that stick. Sadly, the two are tied in, as anyone who lives paycheck-to-paycheck is well too aware of. But why? Is it mar...

You Can Take The Boy Out Of The...

Where we grow up plays as big a part of who we are as adults as anything we experience. Out families lay the foundation, but it's those we befriend out of locale more so than mutual interests, that form who we are. I believe this is why I feel so out-of-place where I am now, and why I never really fit in during my time in Eastchester, NY, a place I lived for 30 years. Brooklyn, where I spent my formative years, taught me to trust. Trust my instincts, trust my knowledge, but mostly to trust my friends. Reconnecting with an old friend yesterday, something clicked. I realized that we humans are so much like animals in the wild, but those of us who have never had to rely on others for safety, grow up very differently. In a world where we tell people, we'll always be there for them, most say it metaphorically, never knowing what it is like to live a life like this. A life based on reciprocal care, protection, and appreciation for all of those around us. As kids, we were a pack. ...