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Jason’s 2010

I actually started writing this post out a few days before tonight. There’s a lot to cover in a year and I wanted to make sure that I spent more than a bit of time getting my thoughts together. Yeah, without thinking about it too much, my first response is to call 2010 a banner year. Yes, there were hardships along the way, and a lot of hard work was needed just to continue moving forward. All the same, I wouldn’t take any of it back. There’s so much that I wouldn’t have even dreamt of in 2009. It was that kind of year.

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Business as usual

After work I had about an hour and a half to burn through, so I spent my time wandering Queen St. W and poking around at the Eaton Centre. Being that it’s two days before Christmas, indeed the crowds were sizable. I didn’t get the sense of desperation or urgency that I figured might permeate the space. No, instead it felt like everyone was just going around doing business as usual. I popped into a couple of stores, but the lineups were far too long. I was content to just look around like and feel the energy of the crowd. Over at the Apple Store I took a good look at the iPod Nanos on display. Over at Sephora I sprayed a couple of men’s colognes on sticks, trying to figure out which I might want to buy for myself after the holiday. Yeah, more than anything I was basically there to people watch without gawking. Does that make me odd? In other scenarios I’d be perfectly happy just lounging around on my couch. Given a choice though, I think at this point in my life I’d be out walking around looking at stuff. It’s not that home is uncomfortable, but I’m basically on my own. Don’t get me wrong. I’m the type of person that needs to retreat and isolate myself in this sanctuary to recharge and re-centre myself. I think I just have a lot of energy to burn.

Oh, it’s that guy

Aaaaaaargh! Why do I do this to myself?

OK, fine, so no real harm came from me attending a holiday party, but I still acted in typical style. Actually I wasn’t intending on being in attendance at the theatre company’s holiday party. I had already RSVP’d a no to the organizers. So why was I out? Well, earlier that night I went to the theatre to support two of my former classmates who were playing in the weekly student show. They did fairly well. We all hung out with other people in the cast at a restaurant around the corner. After eating far too much I was urged by the others to join them at the holiday party. I really didn’t have any reason to refuse so off we went.

Listen, I’m always labelling myself as the outgoing introvert. I don’t mind hanging out with people. Still, large dense crowd situations make me feel uneasy. I’m not talking about breaking into hives or anything of that sort, but psychologically I just feel like I need to bail. I stopped myself though and said that I intended to smile and look happy. The tiny Irish pub was entirely packed. It was insanity. I kept scanning the crowd for people that I could relate to, but no, the people in attendance at the party were all the types who’d been doing things for years. There was a whole lot of that guy/girl from that thing. I mean, I recognized a lot of faces there, but I never really talked to any of them before. Oh, and I wasn’t going to start then. I did try working the crowd. I smiled as I waded through the crowd, from one end of the place to the other. Without a single sympathetic soul there (except for the people I came with) I decided to just bail. So I got my bag and left.

Outside there was the fascinating Irish guy who seemed to be my age smoking a cigarette and basically gently berating me for leaving so early on a Friday night. I caved in to a little light banter and at least I got a smile out of him. He was right though. Shame on me. I should have tried harder to fulfill be social duties. Still, I did get a little bit of face time in there. I’m sure there are other people who might see me and think “oh…it’s that guy.” Give me smaller gatherings any time.

I’m going as myself

You, I’ve never really been one to participate in this whole Halloween thing. This is totally a day where I will intentionally be all “humbug” and just want to have everyone disappear. I’ve been like this since I was young. If I really think about it, I can only think of three times when I donned a costume. More often than not I was at home, probably at home helping my parents dish out candy to everyone else. Yeah, I was that guy. Dressing up was just never really was important. It wasn’t a religious thing or anything. I just…don’t think my parents say it as something worthwhile. So they never bothered trying to take me out around the neighbourhood to participate in the festivities. I did go out one time with a buddy, so I got my fill. From that experience, I decided that it was just more trouble than it was worth. Hell, if I desperately want candy, I’ll just go buy it. Pfft. Fast forward to today where dressing up is just not something I do.

Killjoy.

I’m not opposed to dressing up. Actually, the idea of costumes intrigues me. At this point though, who would I dress up for? Colleagues? Pfft, again! Friends? Not likely. There’s just no reason. What can I say? Do I feel like I’m missing out. For the most part, no. There’s still a voice though in the back of my head that is telling me that I’m missing out on a lot of the social credits that can be gained. It’s complicated!

*grumble*

Is it November, yet?

Why food penance?

Overate

by a huuuuuge margin,

mostly because of unexpected food.

Is that even possible?

See, I had already set myself up to overindulge by a small amount…

and then we won free food from winning a round of trivia,

on a friend’s birthday.

Follow up: food penance.

First impression, first judgment

I was just thinking…

You only get one chance to make a first impression. Having a little bit of self-awareness is probably a good thing in this case since it means that you’ll put your best self forward.

Conversely, you only get one chance to make an initial judgment on someone that you first meet. Whatever decisions you make about that person will probably colour all interaction with him or her from that point forward. So…why the heck do some people that you have to deal with on a weekly basis act like utter douches right away?

Necessary evils

I know I said I wouldn’t.

Regardless of whether I close my eyes, the world continues spinning. As much as some technological things are such that I have almost no desire at all to join, if people continue using a service it might be time to at least consider it. If people are still hooked in despite all of the controversy in the past year, there must be some reason as to why people keep coming back.

Oh, Facebook.

Over the years I put up a strong fight. Thing is, in doing so I’m now starting to feel like I’ve been left behind. It’s not so much that it’s the it thing that everyone needs to have. It’s more that there’s a lot going on within this realm such that it becomes easy to fall behind on news on other people. So, today, I have caved. I’m not treating this as a failure, but more of a necessary evil. I have yet to see whether this will have a positive or negative impact on me, but I’m determined not to end up as one of those case studies on doing it wrong.

Goals, and talking from the heart

In continuing with the whole communication thing I’ve had going over the past while, today I gave a small speech to a 5K clinic at my usual Running Room. About a month or two ago, the guy currently running the clinic asked me if I was available to give a talk. See, he was once part of my half marathon clinic back when I was coaching it. I guess I left a good impression on him if he actually sought me out. In the past, I’ve given talks on the topic of motivation before. That topic felt easy, if only because the easiest way for me to cover that topic was just to give an outline of my running history, which I think is fairly inspirational. It’s not like I’ve had to overcome tough obstacles like cancer or blindness, but the whole averageness of my journey makes me easy to relate to. At least, that’s how I’d like to think about it. So yeah, that’s what I’m used to talking about. Instead though, I was asked to give the talk on goal setting.

Whaaaaa?

I’ve seen this talk given before by a few people. It’s a fairly straightforward topic. There are a lot of basic ideas to convey. For my speech, since I was somewhat comfortable talking about my journey, I decided to talk about goal setting as seen through my experiences. I brought in a few of my medals to help carry the ideas along. I actually spent some time jotting down points that I should cover. Each talking point had a story attached. In my head, the talk was going to go over wonderfully. Truthfully, I should have practiced, but there was just no time. I figured that if I talked from the heart that I’d be able to wing it.

Well…

I’m sure if I asked people that I knew that saw the speech, they’d probably tell me that it was just fine. I got that much from one of the staff that knows me. Personally, I kind of feel like I was rambling and scatter-brained. I’m not sure anyone came out with a better idea of how to set goals. Perhaps I’m being far too hard on myself (as usual). I’m sure there have been worse speakers out there. I’m sure there have been better ones. I wonder how many of the better ones are actual speakers though.

I think this is just another example of just how I need to lighten up and not apply so much pressure to myself to perform perfectly every single time. I didn’t kill anyone, and I didn’t make a horrible fool of myself. I did what I could do. Time to move on.

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