Lost and Confused, Noise in the Face of Silence, and A Grand Experiment

I’ve been suffering from a particularly bad bout of depression and just didn’t feel like posting. I suppose that’s one way to deal with it, but I didn’t want to do anything. No games, no crosswords, no television. I just stared at the walls and wondered where my life was going. I’m getting better now, but it is a slow process and I don’t know when I’ll fully get out of it.

One thing that helped me get out is my roommate’s entry into podcasts. He is a gaming nerd and invited me along with one of his sessions, and I have to admit it was a pleasant and novel experience. It was fun talking about a subject that I knew very well and enjoyed (or used to enjoy when I was younger), and apparently some people get paid to do this. My roommate said I did quite well and I should do one of my own with my Trivial Words bit. It was a tempting offer, but I’m always afraid to start something because I just know I’ll be gung-ho about it for a while and then eventually drop it (like I did with the first incarnation of this blog). Maybe I will, maybe I won’t…we’ll see how it works out.

Once again I felt a need to expand my circle of friends, and I couldn’t quite figure out how to do it. I joined a group online that gets together (called, appropriately enough, the Introverts of Houston), but a lot of their activities are based around the weekend, which I can’t do because I’m working those days. So, I decided to bite the bullet and send out a request on Craigslist. Crazy, right?

Well, yes and no. I started off by saying that I didn’t want to see a picture. I just wanted to get to know people first and pictures wouldn’t be necessary to do that. This actually had a two-fold reason: we would get to know each other first (a realm where I excel) and it prevents potential biases due to physical appearance. Given the fact that I have the sexual attractiveness of a potato, this may actually turn into a win for me. My first and foremost goal is to get friends, and I made it very clear this was not a call for a one night stand. I wasn’t directly looking for a relationship; such a subject would arise once we got to know each other first.

This was also partly due to a failing on my part; namely, my weakness against physically attractive people. Everyone likes attractive people; who isn’t? (Don’t answer that.) The problem lies in the fact that I was looking at them exclusively, and that’s not fair to the other people out there who may not be conventionally attractive (like myself) but are decent people (a trait I would like to think I possess). It is bitterly ironic that while I was bemoaning the lack of interest from others that I was doing the same thing at the same time. It is a difficult thing to acknowledge, much less recognize as a failing, and I’ve had to spend many a night coming to terms with it. Nonetheless, I can’t stop to cry over the missed opportunities of the past; instead, I must focus on the potential opportunities of the future, and this is one way of doing it.

So, I sally forth to see if my experiment works. Maybe it will, maybe it won’t; I won’t know unless I try, so try I will. I threw down my gage and now I wait to see if anyone picks it up.

Now I hope no one slaps me with it.

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The Ever-Flowing Fountain and A Subject of Conversation

Well, I failed to submit a post last week, but I did have a good reason: I live in Houston.

Thankfully I live in an elevated area that doesn’t flood, but we were cut off since everything around us is not elevated. That lasted about a week, and me with my computer out of commission as well! (The trials and tribulations of modern living and all that.) Since I work from home I had no excuse to miss work, but at least I am safe and sound, as are my friends and family who live here. I wasn’t terribly upset or worried because I lived in downtown Houston when Hurricane Ike hit and I survived that just fine.

I was finally able to pick up my hard drive from my dad, which was nice because I could hang out with him for 30 minutes. Thankfully he suffered no damage to his house, because my step-mom would not have been thrilled to see my dad’s answer to home repair. He has a tendency to go overboard when he works on something and the house has had several different looks in the time they’ve lived there as a result (almost invariably returning back to the way it was before dad “improved” it).

One thing we like to do these days is sit and talk about politics, life, family, and my escapades, in varying order and length. The subjects of our conversations have slowly changed over the years and I’m fairly certain that is pretty common to human beings. Certain things that are important at 20 may not be so at 30 or 40, so the subjects change in scope or disappear entirely; conversely, things that aren’t important at 20 become very much so at 40. For example, discussions involving our various ailments (new and old) has crept into our conversations with greater frequency, and I’m not sure how to take that. Perhaps it is yet another way to connect to him (as if we didn’t already have enough of a connection).

He jogs every morning and eats healthy, so he doesn’t have very many issues, although he would be loath to admit to feeling pain (something I also do, much to the exasperation of my step-mom). He grew up in that era where the men worked and women stayed at home to care for the kids; one side effect of that was not admitting weakness. He would rather suffer than admit to being in any discomfort, which has occasionally resulted in some serious problems (none long lasting, thankfully).

Being the only child still in Texas, I feel a certain duty to talk with my dad on a semi-frequent basis, and we never consider the time wasted. My life is pretty boring so I can condense it into a 30 minute update, but my dad is always doing something interesting, but that doesn’t really matter. The fact that we can talk to each other is good enough for the both of us, regardless of the subject in question.

Nonetheless, my father and I have a fantastic relationship compared to what it was years ago (a story I shall have to recount some day) and we enjoy each other’s company, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. The fact that me and my step-mom get along fabulously is simply icing on the cake! (Another story for another time!)

The Laws of Technology

The First Law of Inventions: Every invention designed to fulfill a need creates one or more new problems.

So, my computer died. It simply stopped working Wednesday when I turned it on, and now I have no idea what is wrong. Thankfully I have a dedicated computer for work; otherwise I would be panicking. Instead, I am merely frustrated and ticked off because not only do I have to figure out what is wrong but I must also face the possibility of shelling out money for replacement parts.

It’s weird in a way. I never had this issue when I first moved out on my own, if only because I didn’t have a computer at the time. I found other things to occupy myself and did quite well otherwise; of course, if one of those things had broken down it would presumably have been just as tragic. I am surrounded by books I could just as easily read in the absence of my computer, but I don’t think about them: I want my computer back, damnit!

The Second Law of Inventions: The desire for a modern invention is proportional to its complexity.

I have always been fascinated by technology. I have no idea why that is so; perhaps it is due to having a foot in the times before and after computers made their entrance into the public consciousness. I remember life before computers, cell phones, Bluetooth, &c., and it still strikes me as amazing that we’ve come so far in so little a time. I remember reading somewhere that half of the inventions made by humans have been made in the last 200 years (or something to that effect); progress has been moving upwards at a exponential rate and shows no signs of stopping. Of course, it is foolish to think it will terminate at some point; human beings are driven to understand things and when understanding them means creating something to help us, you can bet something will definitely be made.

However, somewhere along the line we developed a want to own, and now we’re stuck in a spiral of keeping up with the Joneses. Everyone absolutely must have the latest iPhone, the newest computer system, the most advanced vehicle…we strive to own things rather than understand them, the end result being we have stuff we can’t fix if they break. I barely understand the inner workings of my computer; I built it without understanding the programming that connects each part to the whole, and this hinders my ability to repair it.

I had to replace the AC blower fan in my car and had no idea how to do it. YouTube came to the rescue and I was able to figure it out through the actions of another (and was successful in replacing it, I am happy to report). Little by little I am learning about the devices around me and that is a positive thing. I won’t become a mechanic or computer guru, but I can get close.

Oh well. I will call my uncle and beg his assistance since he is the family computer wizard and I’m his favorite nephew. Hopefully I will be able to get it back up and running in short order; in the meantime I will read my “primitive” books and play on my “obsolete” PS3.

Zen and the Art of Going Out and Doing Things

So, I came to the conclusion that I need to expand my circle of friends. I never thought it would happen, but I desire companionship with new faces. I didn’t quite know how to do it; my dad suggested going to a coffeehouse or some place that has booked and talk to people. I looked at him and said “Dad, that is the creepiest thing I could do. I would get pepper-sprayed or get kicked in the face.” He glumly agreed after a moment of introspection. A friend suggested meetup.com, a website that allows groups to advertise their presence and you can join them. I thought that might be a nice place to start, and one of the first groups it showed in my area was “Introverts of Houston”.

The internet gathers more data on me than I thought.

Anyway, I signed up for it with a laugh thinking “This ought to be good.” Well, for a group of introverts they sure go out a lot. Of course, people tend to conflate introversion with antisocialism, to which I say they are related but not the same. Introverts are quiet, reserved, and typically have a small circle of friends. Antisocial people just don’t like society in general. I’m both. I have days where I tell reality to stuff everything right in its ear and leave me alone; other days I have to go out and simply watch people pass me by while I sit in my little bubble.

In any event, I signed up for a few of the activities they have planned and they’re pretty wide-ranging, from wine tasting to concerts to political activism. Most of them are on my work days so I can’t quite make it, but others are fairly close, on my days off, or in the evening, so I signed up for those. My first one is this Saturday evening, so I have my fingers crossed and hoping for the best.

At least they know what to expect.

Addendum: Adventures in Dating, Conclusion

I completely forgot to add that the whole online dating thing is off. Kaput. Finished. Out of circulation. No longer on the agenda. It is still a meat market as I had feared and it was a depressing and humiliating experience. So I just chucked it all and left a lot wiser and more cynical.

Onward I go once more!

“We’re going to have fun, right?”

(My apologies for my absence last week; I was on a last-minute week-long vacation from work at enjoyed it as much as I possibly could, meaning as little internet stuff as possible!)

Adventures in Dating, Part 3

The saga continues as I wearily separate the wheat from the chaff, and I have to say once again:

I’m not impressed. In fact, I’m getting a little peeved.

I have spoken to more people trying to scam me out of money than actual people. Seriously? I have always maintained that people who run online scams or create bots to do it should devote their energy, enthusiasm, and ingenuity into doing something positive for the world. I’m sure a lot of problems would be solved in short order.

And the silence. That’s almost as bad. I’ll send a friendly “hello!” or “I like [point of interest here] as well” and all I get is…nothing. Not even a “not interested”, or even “leave me alone”. It’s maddening and altogether frustrating, especially to someone like myself who grew up with face to face communication.

One of the few people I spoke to started off well. We were discussing light and inconsequential subjects such as the weather and what we liked. He then said he would like to meet and chat, and appended “we’re going to have fun, right?” at the end of it.

I didn’t quite know how to respond to such a question. I was sorely tempted to say “nope…no fun will be had” in my usual sarcastic/joking fashion, but I knew it wouldn’t be taken well over the impersonal internet. So, just in case he meant something else (what can I say? I’m a cynic), I replied that it depended on your meaning of fun, and my idea was chatting over coffee or lunch.

He hasn’t responded, so I guess my cynicism was justified.

I am at my wit’s end with this mess and I don’t quite know where to proceed from here. I am a stranger in a strange land where the people either act in random fashion or don’t respond to my entreaties. Sure, I could read a book or listen to some self-improvement guru tell me what I should do, but they may not apply to/work for me. I like doing things myself so I can learn from them, but how can I learn if I don’t know whether there is a problem?

I don’t know, and quite frankly I’m wondering if the effort is even worth it. The world of dating is fraught with uncertainty, fear, love, happiness, and misery, and they can be pretty difficult to navigate properly. My efforts are made harder by the fact that I’ve never really been comfortable with the whole dating thing, but that excuse can only go so far.

Perhaps I will one day get the hang of it and this will be something to look at and laugh at my naïvety about all of it. Or I could just drop all of it and throw my efforts to the Fates in the hopes they smile upon me.

Or I could not worry about it, live the rest of my life as a hermit, and write blog posts. 🙂

Adventures in Dating, Part 2

In my last post I mentioned I was once again dipping a toe into the dating pool and I am forced to report that I am not impressed with the quality of people out there.

My requirements are simple, but no one seems to meet them. To be certain, some get very close, but not to the degree that I require. I’ve dated shitty people and have no desire to put myself through misery for the upteenth time; I’m going to be picky andbe happy with an outcome for once. My requirements aren’t even that difficult to meet: 1) be a decent human being and 2) be smart. That’s all I require and yet, that seems to be almost impossible to find. In fact, I’m finding the opposite.

I’ve already had three separate individuals message me with kind words and I was grateful for that, and they warmed up pretty quickly, which both pleased and alarmed me. My previous experiences told me such actions were suspect and so I was immediately on the defensive. Sure enough, they eventually came around (regardless of the method) and attempted to wheedle money out of me. Two of them did so under the auspices of being members of the military! Such actions are repulsive and I made sure to voice my disgust with their life choices.

My friend H is also jumping into the fray and encountered an issue of his own. Turns out a guy he was talking to used someone else’s picture in the profile and provided the (presumably) accurate picture before they agreed to meet for coffee. I cannot imagine why anyone would 1) post a picture that wasn’t them on their profile and 2) think this was an acceptable behavior. Do they think the other person won’t know or figure it out? Do they think the other person won’t be upset because of the trickery? Who the hell comes up with this stuff? I shudder to think about the poor individuals who would be taken in by this chicanery.

Aside from the poor behavior exhibited by others, I have encountered some very nice people and I hope some of them might go on to be friends. I have no expectations to disappoint or intentions to be thwarted, so hopefully something good will come out of my foray.

Tally ho!

Irritation, A Wonderous Woman, and Once More into the Breach

I have been irritable lately because I’m antsy and don’t know why. I feel like there’s something I want to do but I don’t know what it is. It’s akin to the desire to eat a specific thing but you don’t know which one; you try as many foods as you can to find it, but they never seem to satisfy the hunger, so you end up full but still not satisfied.

I’ve tried reading; got bored. Played some video games; none of them grabbed my fancy. Tried writing; got sidetracked. Currently working; can’t focus. And so on ad infinitum. The work part is frustrating for obvious reasons, but I can’t help it. I’ve brought all of my attention to bear and it seems to be working for now, but I still feel fidgety. I’m barely able to write out this blog post!

A Wonderous Woman

I finally got to sit down and watch Wonder Woman (no spoilers!). It was a fantastic movie and one I hope movie production companies watch and learn from. A female lead who isn’t ditzy, talks about boyfriends or her love life (or lack thereof), or needs rescuing was lovely to see. Diana not only holds her own but shows up the men (whoo hoo!) she’s helping, and it was a very wonderful movie all around.

It is a sad reminder that women still get the short end of the stick when it comes to portrayals in movies and this is something that must stop. Women can be crude, brave, arrogant, and yes, ditzy, but they are usually shown exhibiting a narrow range of behaviors (most often stereotypical ones), and it’s really sad. Hopefully Wonder Woman will galvanize people into supporting movies with realistic female characters and companies producing the characters in question.

Once More Into the Breach

So, I’ve decided to dip a toe into the waters of the dating pool once again, but I do so with extreme trepidation. The mere thought of dating brings to mind all my stupid, idiotic behavior from my yesteryears, and that’s tough to face down and square away. At least I can say I have more experience this time around and it has already served me well, so there is a silver lining in all this.

I just don’t want to deal with the potential humiliation, disappointment, and emotional turbulence all over again. I’m also unhappy about the lack of data in regards to the rare moments when I’m talking to someone and I say or do something that causes them to stop interacting. I’m 44 and I still don’t have a clue on what I’m doing wrong. It’s frustrating not knowing what I’ve done (or what I didn’t do, or even if I did anything wrong in the first place!) because I can’t correct the parts I have power over. I’ve already had several people stop talking when they finally saw my picture; I get that a lot, so I’m used to it. That’s something I can’t control, so I just flip them off in my head and keep moving.

But what if I say something awkward and don’t realise it? What if they’ve had a bad day and it had nothing to do with me at all? What if, what if, what if…*sighs* I hate it. My friends try to be supportive and it is appreciated, but that can only get me so far. Part of me wonders if I should even bother…but then I see couples and I get a little misty-eyed. Humans aren’t really designed for solitary existence and it is a miserable way to live (as I well know), so I guess I’ll just keep trucking as before and hope for the best.

Wish me luck!