Fox Passes

Everyone does it, although they don't always realize that they have. I'm on different in the that it tends to happen more often. As for the hint that it has, well that comes when everyone around me either looks awkwardly or stops talking for a second. That is when I know that I've done it again. At least people who know me are certain that it wasn't intentional. I don't get the same response from people that are not yet familiar with my MO. There are a couple of things that I do to make sure these moments don't happen as often.

I try to follow the situation at hand before putting my thoughts out there. This isn't always fool proof, though. There are times when the dynamics of the situation have changed and I haven't caught on yet. Suddenly I am saying or doing something that was OK a minute before only knowing after the fact that I should have left that idea in the chamber. If I find myself in an unfamiliar setting then I just follow suit and keep my mouth shut. True, I will probably never see any of those people again but I'd rather get out of there in one piece.

Observation is still the most important learning tool for me when I'm out in the world. People don't get this. Just because I'm older doesn't entirely change the way I go about things any different than when I was a child. They see you taking a mental note from time to time and write you off for it. Honestly, my IQ is probably higher than yours, but that doesn't mean anything in the equation of knowing how to act with people. I could write you off for not seeing things the way I do, but I'm better than that.

I could give you a few examples of stories when it all went too wrong for me, but I'll make you wait for that. Until then, just use your imagination and think how you would feel if you didn't know you had just made a total ass of yourself. Actually you wouldn't know it unless someone told you about it. That happens less as you get older and proves things you don't know can hurt you.

And you all wonder why we don't like to leave the house.

Questions or Comments? Let me know (Although you never do).

What Kind Of Person I Am ( Creative Writing )

I'm the kind of person who will calculates a few moves in advance, even over some of the simplest decisions. I'm the kind of person who doesn't mind waiting a long time, and I mean a real long time, in a line for something that is worth it and for that I have learned that patience is, more often than not, undervalued in this day in age. I'm the kind of person who wears sunglasses to the supermarket. I'm the kind of person who doesn't wear a jacket in the rain or carry an umbrella; it's water people. I'm the kind of person who can know every face and recall what it looked like at any age. I'm the kind of person who you don't want to go against in Jeopardy. I'm the kind of person who can hold a real silver coin in my hand and be amused thinking about where it has been and who has touched it over its many years, flipping it up to myself as I ponder. I'm the kind of person who will help out a random stranger load something heavy into their car as I am walking by. I'm the kind of person who says 'Bless you to anyone and everyone, even if they are one hundred feet away in a crowded hall. I'm the kind of person who will ask a dog owner if their animal has been out in the woods before I reach down for a pet (the mere thought of the dog potentially carrying poison ivy oils is enough to deter me from touching even the nicest looking animal). I'm the kind of person who, when I damn well please, will not even leave the house some days (mostly only on Sundays, though). I'm the kind of person who plays finger guitar on the steering wheel with my opposite hand even though I feel I may be getting carpel tunnel from doing so. I'm the kind of person who you can't simply look at and know what is going on (in my brain that is) . I'm the kind of person who, when asked of something that happened in the past, will give you every known detail or; when refreshed by you on the matter hazy to me, will again give you every known detail. I'm the kind of person who says the wrong thing and always laughs at the wrong time, not on purpose, though. I'm the kind of person who's eyes seem to be locked into a type of trance that give off the type of expression a mime would consider cheerful. I'm the kind of person who, despite long odds unknown to him at the time, played and dominated high school and college baseball. I'm the kind of person who has never dated despite having played baseball in high school and in college. I'm the kind of person who lets the party flow around him instead of jumping into it.

I'm the kind of person who used to listen to the cowardly lion inside his head. I'm the kind of person who had a father who never thought I would be able to drive a car. I'm the kind of person who would stay in alone every night and watch other people have fun. I'm the kind of person who finally decided that my passion, gold-smithing, will be my career (and trust me the parents are happy about this). I'm the kind of person who is only beginning to believe in himself and now has enough courage to do so. I'm the kind of person who realized what he is meant to do. I'm the kind of person who doesn't mind sharing what he has learned (still working on my book).

I'm also the kind of person who has let life pass by him up to this point and realized I had to do something about it.

Questions or Comments? Let me know.

Epic Buying Failure

So I was trying to meet an older woman to buy a pearl set off of her, via Craig's List. I have done plenty of deals like this successfully. Last night I called her after emailing a few times to set up a time and a place. She said to me, "Oh, I just emailed you". This was at 7:24pm and I called her at 7:25pm while with my Dad. She said she could meet the next day, today, at 1:30pm, at the Nissan dealership in Beverly. I said "OK" after she talked my ear off for ten minutes (My Dad actually called me on the phone to give me an excuse to hang up. The reason we were going to meet there is because she had a doctors appointment at the hospital less than a mile away. She said to meet at 1:30 sharp and to wait for her if she was late. I agreed and put the details in an email to myself as a reminder.

So today I drove down to Beverly, thirty miles and 45 minutes through traffic and detours. She does not have a cell phone. I got there at 1:15 and waited, until 2pm, the time of her appointment. I was looking for the blue rental car she said she had at the time. She never showed up. Pretty pissed off, I left. I called her twenty minutes ago. She said "Didn't you get my email?" I said "No", thinking she had sent a new one his morning, which I would have gotten even on my phone because I can check it on the go. She said "No, I sent it last night about meeting today". I told her that I drove all the way down and she interrupted me with "I told you there were other interested parties" Before I could say, well we had a whole conversation with times and meeting places set in stone and to make sure I was not late she said, "What's done it done, good day". I yelled "BITCH" into the phone before she hung up, or at least I hope so.

Listen: I know she's older and gave me a time and set all the rules I had to follow, but seriously, Andira or whatever your name is, you wasted two hours of my time, my gas and most of my tough as nails patience and faith in people to do right, so you can take your excuses and GO F*** YOURSELF!

Was I wrong or was she? Please let me know.

Parade of the Senses:Taste

(I might go a couple different directions all at once here, try to keep up ;)

As far as taste goes there are certain aspects of it that are linked to smell and all the other senses. It is possible to taste the air, say nearing the ocean. That salty flavor just hits you can recall all the times you've spent on the coast. Taste could be a feeling someone left you with, such as a bad taste in your mouth. Taste is probably the oddest of all the senses because you can't categorize it fully. It can have a whole bunch of different literal and figurative meanings.

I mean yes I love my food more than the next man but there are certain things I like or dislike, food and otherwise, that could be called 'tastes'. The word is like the salt and pepper, no pun intended, of the senses being that it can be used on a number of different things with good results. I appear to have lost my self at the moment. Anyway, taste is something that is subjective in a lot of different ways. Its the sense equivalent of "you either like something or you don't".

Busy as a Beaver

Lately I have been driving around Massachusetts buying silver and gold off of people. Dad gave me a bankroll to do it with and it has already increased three-fold. It can be strenuous at times but its what I love to do, and trust me it beats a regular job. After all I am going to be doing this anyways when I work in the jewelry trade so I might as well get accustomed to it now. I've met some characters recently. It all goes to show you that you never know what is going to happen next or where you will be.

The first collection I bought really set me on the right track. I paid the guy a hundred, the asking price, and saw enough gold while going through part of it to get my money back. When I got home I looked at everything, which took two hours, and by the end of it all I had $1,300 in gold and an 80 point diamonds worth $800-1000. Needless to say they don't all go like this but I was happy that one did.

Only a few more months until I go down to Nashville for jewelry school so I'm making the most of it, in more ways than one.

Parade of the Senses:Touch

I have often seen a picture of myself as a baby, a couple of them actually, that show someone picking me up and me doing a sort of back bend. This was known as 'The Arch" to my parents and their friends. I think that a certain portion of me being picked up like that as a kid still remains. Often you pick a baby up by their armpits. I HATE when someone touches me there, so much so that I have a 'knee jerk' reaction that involves me shooting my elbow back in an attempt to stop someone from touching me. This reaction does not care who you are, I'll elbow the sh*t out of you. I used to chase my sister around the house when she did this to me. I think the reaction comes from a helpless feeling of not being in control, like someone can just pick you up from behind and do what they please. Other than that I have no real problem with touch, at least I don't think I do.

Everyone has their own personal 'bubble' space and, what with assault laws these days, people tend to keep touch to a minimum. As for personal tastes I, like everyone else, have my preferences. I don't like cashmere at all because all of those little fibers can get on my hands and if I were to touch or itch my eyes I would possibly get one of the fibers in there and it would screw with my contact lenses. Speaking of which, it took me around thirty minutes to put them in the first time but no it’s easy, and I can freely touch my eye if I need to without flinching. I tend to like the feel of sort things, which shouldn't be much of a shock. Dogs and cats are at the top of the list. Just like anything else, though, make sure they don't mind being touched.

I don't like things that are cold and wet as they remind me of damp fall whether where your limbs feel like they might shatter if you tapped them on the table. Anyone else who lives in the Northeast knows this feeling. Cold and wet are okay on there own but together the two are evil twins. Come to think of it I don’t think anyone likes this feeling. One water feeling I actually crave is rain. I love rain drops hitting me in the head to the point that I walk slowly through the rain with my head uncovered. I have no idea where or when I started to like this feeling but it has remained constant over the years. I don't see why people run around to avoid it all the time, its just water. (Well, people work really hard on their hair or their clothes are too nice to get wet I suppose).

The subject of touch was a hard one for me. Unlike the other senses its all about personal preference more than anything else. I'll probably need to go back and revamp this entry, but for now, that'll do.

Questions or comments? Let me know (although you folks never do ;)

Power Outtage Here in Northeast

Just got internet back yesterday. I should be updating either today or tomorrow. Until then...