Friday, December 13, 2013

Making Bad Decisions (It's Secretly OK)

DISCLAIMER:

Music I'm grooving to right now: "My Girl," The Temptations

I always come back to this song when I'm in need of something to sing. I don't know why. It's not like it's even in my range. But somehow, when I want to sing and my mind is blanking and I haven't heard anything good on the radio recently (or at least anything I know the lyrics too), I sing this. No clue why. Just a quirk of life, I guess.

Anyway, I guess this song is kind of my "I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing-with-my-life-right-now" jam. Because somehow when I sing it, I'm always in this place where not only do I feel like I have no idea how to begin to make any decisions pertaining to my larger life plan, but I am literally without anything to do at the moment as well. Or maybe it's just kind of a mind blank moment. One of those limbo-like times where you're completely zen, and also bored out of your mind.
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I realized today (or perhaps it's an ongoing realization) that nothing in my life is ever going to be perfect. Perhaps I should rephrase. Nothing in my life is ever going to be the way I imagined it.

I have this thing (and I don't know if it's a universal thing, but I'm hypothesizing that at least some people who read this are going to get what I'm talking about) where I place a lot of importance on decision-making. I do this over and over again. I tend to think that somehow, if I get a Very Important Decision right, everything will work out perfectly. My life will, all of a sudden, be fixed. I can finally live in that world I've been imagining, where I don't procrastinate, and where I somehow know exactly what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, and where I'm not incredibly awkward around everyone I know.

Let me be clear: this is a world that does not exist.

Periodically, however, I find myself in a place where I believe this delusion. I find myself in a place where I buy into the fact that a Very Good Decision means that the Very Good Consequences of this decision are permanent. Where I buy into the fact that there can be Very Good Cosmic Permanent Consequences to a probably ill-informed decision.

Think of it this way: You're thinking about what college you go to. You think "I'll be there for four years of my life, so it's probably important that I get this right." Ok. Fair enough so far. If you're spending a lot of time there, you at least want it to be at a place you like. It's important. There are some more issues with this way of thinking that we won't get into right now, but let's overlook that for now.

If it was just a matter of liking the college, there wouldn't be so much pressure to get it right. In our world, it's not just a matter of liking the college. We hear our whole lives that the college we go to will determine our job prospects. Our starting salary. Our ability to achieve. We hear it from parents, from counselors, and most of all, from the media. Rankings matter, because the "better" college you go too, the more employable you are. And the stakes become even higher.

And then there are even more considerations. Will you be happy there? How many students does it have? What's the student to teacher ratio? What percentage of student's graduate? All these things are apparently incredibly meaningful factors in the decision-making progress. All of a sudden, this is a make you or break you kind of problem.

Of course, if you get it right, your life will be solved! Hoorah! There won't be any homesickness, you'll get straight A's, you'll make friends right away, there will be no adjustment period, all the problems that you've learned to try and deal with throughout your whole life will just disappear. Poof.

To this I say (and I know what I'm talking about, because I still think like this): "Yeah right." Or in layman's terms: That's bullshit.
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All these decisions we have to make. What college to go to. What to major in. What classes to register for next semester. They sound important. They sound like they might help us...or hurt us. They sound like our path to the future. You want to know the real secret? There's no way to know. There's no way to tell what decision might change the rest of our lives, or what decision might just put us in a bad mood for a day or two. In fact, I'm not even sure that there is such a life-changing decision. What moment could be so important that it alters every moment after it...permanently? What decision could possibly be so important that it will mean more than any other decision we might make?

The truth is, no decision is more important than any other decision. In fact, one could argue that every decision we make is pure chance. It's all based on completely arbitrary criteria, no matter how much we might wish otherwise. It's all very well to say "I wish I could go back in time and tell my past self that they were right about this...or wrong," but no matter how much we might wish it so, there's no way we can know what the right decision or the wrong decision is ahead of schedule.

Think about it. We spend so much time trying to get as much information as possible, so we can make the best decision possible. We spend so much of our lives doubting instead of acting. We spend so much of our lives living in fear, living in the shadow of the decisions we have yet to make. And all because we place so much importance on them.

I think we do this because it's easier. I think it's a way of absolving ourselves of responsibility in our own lives. By placing so much weight on a single decision, we make it impossible for us to ever take charge of our own circumstances. We make it impossible to empower ourselves to change our own lives. If something goes wrong--say, for example, you start having a crisis of faith in your school because you didn't realize how little attention they paid the English department-- you say to yourself, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it now. I made the wrong decision." You think, "I might as well just curl up in despair now and accept what I can't change." Again and again you think "There's nothing I can do."

The truth is, there IS something you can do. There's ALWAYS something you can do. There's always a way back from a bad decision, and there's always a way forward.

I speak to everyone out there like me when I say to you, yeah that sucks. It sucks to know that you have responsibility for your own life. It sucks to think that if nothing is changing, it's because you're not doing anything to change it. It sucks to think that you have to do things for yourself to make anything happen FOR YOU. But that's the way it works. That's the way life works. And it turns out, that's a good thing.

If one decision could make or break us...if one decision could change the rest of our lives...we would have no other choice but to live with the consequences that decision every day, for the rest of our lives. If a Very Good Decision means that the Very Good Consequences are permanent, then the opposite is true too. A Very Bad Decision means that the Very Bad Consequences would be permanent. It means that my decisions would stay with me. Even the bad ones.

And that would really be a shame because right now, I think that no decision I make can ever be well informed. There's simply no way way we can just not make mistakes in our life, no matter how long we think about it.  9 times out of 10, I think that the decisions we do get right are just luck.

I had no idea that going to Raleigh Charter would change my life the way it has. At the time, I had no idea whether or not it was a good decision or a bad decision. I went because my mom thought it was a good thing for me, and I trusted her. In a way, I kind of went because I trusted someone else enough to make the decision for me. Do I regret it? No. Because it turned out to be fantastic. Might I have regretted it? Maybe. But luckily, we don't have to live with all those bad decisions we make forever. We have a choice.

Life is forgiving. Every day, we have a new chance to stand up and do something for ourselves--even if it's as simple as re-making the decision to get out of bed and go to class. To look up something on the internet you're curious about. To read a book. Every day we have the chance to make our lives better.


The people I admire most in this world… They’re the people who practice 3 hours a day because they know that’s what it will take to get what they want. They’re the people who’ve decided they’re going to spend all their free time doing something they love. They’re those super-annoying people you know who are always doing these incredible things, like volunteering for political campaigns, or writing novels, or making their own films. They take charge of their lives—they lace up their boots, roll up their sleeves, and get to work. They don't know how to quit. 

It's not easy, doing this. It's not like you can just make one decision, one day, and be done. You have to keep trying. You have to keep pulling yourself up, every day, pushing yourself to where you want to be. It's not easy.

But it's worth it.



Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Halloween 2013 (Yeah, yeah, I'm working on a better title)


Part 1: "An American Werewolf in London"

It's a beautiful fall day--just like the ones in North Carolina. I keep imagining being back in Raleigh for Halloween next year, before I remember that I won't. Fall break isn't long enough to be worth the price of the plane ticket home. That won't change between now and next year. I'll still be at school.

Halloween is what makes me realize: attending an out of state college has its downsides. It’s difficult to describe exactly what those downsides are. When I was applying, the thing I heard again and again was, “Think carefully about going out of state. It’s far away from home.” People say that a lot, but no one really goes into any detail about why it’s difficult. Being away from home sounds like the only con to going to an out of state college. Really, being away from home is a lot of little cons all put together.

When you go to an out of state college, you’re uprooting a whole life and starting a new one in a different state. It’s not just that you’re going to a different school—it’s that you have to live somewhere different.

When Jason (who directed me in “The Tempest—” one of those STC shows produced by Burning Coal J) emails me about a new improv class he’s teaching, or tells me about a performance opportunity, I can’t take him up on it. I can’t visit my old high school to see their fall production of “Alice in Wonderland.” I can’t go home over fall break at all.  

I can’t go home to raid my attic for Halloween costume pieces, or borrow from Sam’s wardrobe without having to walk 5 minutes to her dorm. I can’t carve Halloween pumpkins anymore (an activity I did with my mom previously only at great protest), or decorate the house with Halloween decorations, or drink homemade apple cider.

I can’t visit Asheville to be there for my friend, just to see him. I can’t sneak down into my kitchen for a midnight snack (e.g. ice cream). I can’t bake cookies whenever I want, or use the food processor, the garbage disposal or the toaster oven when I feel like it. I have to manage new insurance, figure out how to absentee vote, and twice a year move all my belongings from Ohio to North Carolina and vice versa.

I miss being in Raleigh because I know the city there. I know where the scarecrow making competition is, and which restaurants are the best when I’m craving vegetarian food. I know where the midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show is, and where to get the cheapest tickets for movies, and when the art museum is putting on a special exhibition. I’ve lived in and around Raleigh for the better part of 18 years. Leaving it behind is leaving behind everything I know about my own little corner of the world.

So really, future college students, think hard about moving to another state. Starting a new life may sound awesome on paper, but it’s got its downsides. You have to relearn everything, and that takes time. A couple years, at least. And after you get adjusted, what about when you graduate? Are you just going to pick up and move again, or do you really want to stay wherever you are, get a job?

I never thought I’d miss Raleigh, but here I am, 3 months into freshman year, missing it. And the thing I miss most isn’t my favorite restaurant, isn’t having to make new friends or new connections (I can find those things in time)—it’s being away from home. It’s being away from my family. I like Cleveland, and I know I could love it. But that physical distance between me and my family isn’t something I can overcome with a little willpower. It’s real, and it doesn’t go away. 

Friday, October 4, 2013

The One...The Only....


Why must awesome things happen where I am not? Awesome things do happen where I am too, granted, but it just seems so much more awesome when you can't attend.

Awesome things at Case:
  • Club Vball Halloween 4s tourney during which costumes are worn
  • Arts after Dark: open mic night except from 9 pm to 2 am with free Chipotle
  • KSL. In general. They have everything.
  • Cleveland Orchestra screening Psycho with live music accompaniment
  • I get to play Les Miz.
  • I get to play Les Miz.
  • I get to play Les Miz!!!!!
Awesome things in Raleigh:
  • Raleigh Charter
  • no theory midterms
  • a movie theater I can get within 15 minutes, whenever I want
  • shower, bathroom, and sink all behind one lockable door
  • NC Symphony
Awesome things everywhere:
  • Ender's game movie
  • Thanksgiving break
  • ice cream
  • Halloween
  • the dismal failure of eReaders to catch on
I got a B on my first SAGES essay and in retaliation I have used needless repetition, awkward phrasing, sentence fragments, gratuitous exclamation marks, and a double negative in the only place I still can dammit - the Internet. Sorry readers.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

And after such a refined post too...

AAAAAAAGGGGHHH I FORGOT TO ATTACH THE DATA FILE.

And I lost 10 points off my lab grade. Because I forgot to send my professor the data file that goes with this script.


10 points. There is no emoticon for this moment.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Disclaimer: This blog may be disturbing to some readers in that it addresses in the first paragraph material of both a personal and somewhat depressing nature. Be warned. (You know who you are.)


 It’s official: I’m trying to do too many things. There are several ways I know this. 1) I find myself, at times, going slowly insane with the pressure of it all (And extracurriculars should not be pressure. They should be fun.) 2) When you can no longer remember your schedule, it’s probably a sign you’re doing too much. I find myself forgetting important things that I’m supposed to go too. 3) It’s the first semester of freshman year.

Clearly, I was not that prepared to start college. Because like my freshman year of high school, I find myself trying to do everything. My seldom reminders of not to do too much have been too seldom. Too easily ignored. And it’s just now I realize that if I continue down this path, I will end up permanently in therapy.

There are several things I want to address in this blog. Firstly I’d like to start the blog with a list of warnings for future generations of college students. These are all signs that you are trying to do too much. Recognize them. And if you find yourself doing them, maybe it’s time to sit down for an afternoon and re-examine your life.

The first semester of freshman year is a lot like the first season of a young, bright-eyed ingénue living in 19th Century Victorian England. The 18-year-old beauty is presented to the Queen, and then released out into the world to dance with men and try to attract a marriage proposal. Being young and bright eyed, she actually attracts many marriage proposals. In this scenario, the freshman is the young ingénue, and the massive conglomeration of student organizations on campus is the population of eligible young men. Like a young ingénue, the inexperienced freshman must be cautious and discerning in such a world. There are several rules that must be followed at all times.

  1.  Don’t accept the first proposal you get: Every club on campus is vying for your attention and membership.  Don’t be attracted to the first offer you receive. Think it over, and decide if you really want to join this particular club, or if you’re just accepting their proposal out of desperation to be part of a club.
  2.  Don’t accept a proposal out of pity: Some clubs are less eligible than others, in that they have a very small population of members. These clubs are the more persistent ones. But be warned: don’t join them just because you feel sorry for them.
  3. Follow your heart: After the first student activities fair you attend, you may find yourself driven in so many different directions you think it’s impossible to decide. Some words of advice: consider seriously the clubs you are genuinely interested in. There’s no use in putting off a decision just because you don’t want to admit that you love one club, and that you don’t love another club. Suck it up and reject some of your suitors.....I mean, clubs. Suck it up and reject some clubs. The best way to reject a club? Politely. Don’t draw it out and don’t lead anyone on, and they’ll get over it.
  4. Don’t accept too many proposals: Like a marriage, membership of a club requires commitment, devotion, and love. If you find yourself too busy to commit, too unenthusiastic to be devoted to the club, or too stressed to love the club the way it deserves to be loved…I have two words for you. Drop something,


Secondly, I’d like to address my own personal experience with club-joining. To this end, I have decided that the clubs courting my attention must each duel each other in a battle to the death.

No, don’t keep reading, take a moment to picture it.

It would be awesome.

If I could photoshop….

Okay, what I’m actually going to do is create a bracket, NCAA style. Oh, whatever, so I’m organized in the extreme, deal with it. It helps me think. The goal of this exercise is to narrow my activities down to ONE OR TWO CLUBS. So I’m only insane some of the time, as opposed to all of the time. Here goes.




Responsibility?

Hi, all. I have a numbered list of things today:

1. I'd like to publicly thank Mom and Dad for getting me magazine subscriptions! Everyone loves getting mail. I don't know what Games Magazine is, but it sounds fun. And I can't wait to read Time and Sky & Telescope. Thanks y'all!

2. I can now share the sentiment of college being worse, work-wise, than high school. I came to this realization when it occurred to me that I had been meaning to do laundry for a week, and still hadn't gotten around to it. The various other things to do just took up all the time in between classes.

3. Cleveland weather is just like Cary weather. It's very disappointing. What I mean by this is that it was 70 degrees yesterday and 95 today.

4. In band rehearsal today, as we were about to begin "Four Scottish Dances" by Malcolm Arnold, mvt. 4, our conductor Dr. Ciepluch gave us this priceless quote with a grin on his face: "I bet I can make it to the end before you." He later addressed the counter-melody instruments separately about us upper winds: "Don't worry, they'll get it in a couple of weeks." (It's a pretty bloody impossible part taken con brio, "with [flipping] spirit.") Band never changes.

5. I hate keeping book for volleyball.

6. I love air conditioning.

7. Finally, I have come to the conclusion that I am just as responsible now as I was when I was 12 years old. I can process things more efficiently now, but my level of responsibility hasn't changed. Good? Bad? I really can't be sure. I'd think you could argue it either way.

Everything that happened today made me think of one of my favorite quotes. It doesn't hurt that Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was mentioned by my programming professor during his lecture this afternoon.

“Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.” 
― Douglas AdamsDirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Sunday, September 8, 2013

The Historic New Bern Ride (or 'How I met your mother' and kicked off the first in a long line of mutually inclusive vignettes)

...just a few lines to summarize a beautiful weekend in New Bern.  But first let me take you back, in the annals of lore, to a simpler time...

We (Dianne and I) have been to New Bern for the MS 150 before.  We figured out that the last time we went must have been when we were dating, but before we got married.  It couldn't have been the year we met (1989) since we met in the fall; so it must have been in 1990.  In other words; it was 23 years ago!

At that time I was twenty six years old; and I had the confidence of my convictions that we could do anything; and we could certainly do this ride.  Dianne had no real preparation for the ride; but she could spend hot, summer weekends playing doubles volleyball tournaments; and she was willing to try anything to get her away from biostatistics.  There were her exploits on the soccer field, and her foray into Intramural softball; but those stories will have to wait for another time.

So; at the same time; I had built up what I thought was a pretty impressive biking resume of my own.  I had joined three other students at the NC School of Science and Math for a ride from Murphey to Manteo that we completed during our "Special Projects" week at school.  We were totally and ridiculously unprepared; but we were able to tolerate frigid nights in the mountains; live on cold pop-tarts, oreos, and bananas; and more or less look out for one another for eight days.

Also, before 1990; during a spring break at NCSU; I had done a solo ride from Washington, DC to Stanley, Virginia and then down to Raleigh.  During my brief stent at Vanderbilt; I had joined the biking club; actually learning the art of riding in a pace line; and the unnatural ways of semi-competitive cyclists.  And most importantly...back in 1979; I had seen Breaking Away.  So; as you can see; I was pretty much (less than) ideally prepared to bike 75 miles a day for two days in a row, with my unsuspecting fiancee!   Never mind that, in 1990, my biking was sporadic, and Dianne's biking was non-existent.

Believe it or not; we registered for the ride; and we raise the funds for MS ( which is really the best reason that we must have had for the endeavor); and we went down to New Bern to prove our mettle.  On the first day we rode together, at what I recall as being slower-than-a-snail's pace.  Which was shocking for me; since I must have secretly believed that Dianne was being modest when she said that she didn't bike.  So we were slow; very slow.  but we were determined.  We did 75 miles; and we hurt in places that we didn't know existed.  But we made it through the first day unscathed.

Well not completely unscathed.  I hit some gravel on a left hand turn and wiped out.  I wiped out as gracefully as one can wipe out when strapped into his pedals; and fueled by the courage of his convictions.  I got up; and picked out the little sandy bits of gravel; and I thought about finding the race marshall or course coordinator, or whoever could have been so careless to have overlooked the gravel on the road.  I guess at the time I assumed that someone would have been out sweeping (like literally sweeping, with a broom) all the biking lanes; kind of like they sweep the volleyball court before a USVBA match.

So I did wipe out on day 1.  Dianne saw me wipe out.  I didn't cry; but I was unhappy.  I sulked for a mile or two; but never did my illusion of being a great cyclist waver.

So day two arrives; and we get up; and now every muscle in our bodies is sore.  Ok, so our Quadriceps' are sore; our Gastrocnemius' are sore; our Gluteus maximus, minimus, and infinitessimus are sore (I made up that last one).  The ligaments in our knees, neck, and spine are sore.  Our wrists are sore. Our Trapezius' and our Sternocleidomastoid muscles are sore.  The muscles under the shoulder blades that can't be reached (because they are UNDER the shoulder blades) are sore.  So now we are starting to wonder, "Was this a good decision"  or was this simply the first in a long line of insanely comedic misjudgements that we would share as hapless soul mates.

Anyway... we managed to (painfully) remount our bike saddles; under what must have been the influence of the encouragement of our peers or sheer foolhardiness.  We rode separately on day two; and we both had a good ride. It took a few miles of bonding with our bikes to reacclimate ourselves with the road; but we both had a good ride.

Coda:  I see that my story has grown long; and I believe that I will tell you about the Historic New Bern ride of 2013 in my next entry.  So that you won't be left totally wanting;  let me tell you that the 2013 story involves less bravado; but no less shortage of drama.  Dianne has an intimate encounter with a car at an intersection.  Steve is admonished for 'pulling' too fast at the front of the pace line (Yes...I'm SO fast that I must be restrained).  Unfortunately, this story is still fresh in my mind; so the opportunities for embellishment and exaggeration are greatly limited compared to my tales of yore; so I'm afraid the next installment could be far more factual, and less instructive.

Thanks for reading,

Steve