IT WAS A SATURDAY
NIGHT AND I GUESS THAT MAKES IT ALRIGHT AND I’M WONDERIN’ IF I HAVE ENOUGH
CLASS..? ( WHICH IS STILL A LOT BETTER THAN A "STIFLED FRIDAY NIGHT"!)
Growing up, the myth that we
less than 5 or 10 percent of our brains really stuck with me, and even after it
has debunked, it still clings to my mind.
I would not be surprised if it still resonates as true for some readers,
but it is false. While I understood the
myth to codify the limitless power of the mind, the story also made me feel
that no matter what, any person was still using only a portion of their
intellect, with “portion” being a substantial ratio of less than that of the
entirety of the brain’s functionality.
So as an amateur boxer, whenever some wiseacre or spoilsport would talk
about the risk of my “getting my brains beat out”, I would tell them that it
wouldn’t matter because I would STILL be smarter than they were! And then proceed to skip jauntily away,
singing tra-la-la as I go!
Things like that, along with
my penchant for preferring confrontation to acquiescence growing up is why I
occasionally I feel that I can be an a**hole.
I think that there isn’t anything wrong with being one, because
sometimes it is the only appropriate thing to do. I don’t suffer fools and ignorance lightly,
and the more certain that someone is empirically, morally, and intellectually
mistaken, the greater the chance for my “inner a**hole to emerge. Thus, my response to the crass “brains
knocked out” comment, which is still prolly true for most of the people that I
meet! Likewise, whenever I have found
myself in the company of intellectual stalwarts, I know how to hold my place,
pick my spots, and “act like I know”.
Because of this kind of
thinking, that I was accessing more of my mental capabilities than were many of
my contemporaries, I felt that should I inherit the fate that was scornfully (like asking a fireman or soldier if they fear death in
fulfilling of their duties, it is a morbid and indulgent curiosity that makes
some ask the obvious; mostly it is a fear that they would never have the
courage to face anything they look at as daunting to them) projected for me that I would be far better equipped
to deal with it, not only because of my intelligence but because of my more unquantifiable
traits. One of them being my
philosophical meanderings and want for understanding, all things which are
important parts of what I call my “eclectic method”, and what guides me through
my adventures (cause don’t you know that life IS
an adventure?) through this plane of
reality.
I get frustrated by people
who would work against themselves by speaking INTO their lives exactly what
they did not want IN them. No, I was not
going to add the woman from school to any of my “rosters” or anything like
that. But I knew that by listening to
her woes and how those thoughts contradicted what she was (hopefully) working for
by being enrolled in school. “Blocking
her own blessings” is what she was doing and I can’t come up with any other way
to express what I was feeling towards her (I
could have thought of something else to express that assessment, but I was
ALWAYS a lazy smart guy!!) as she spoke
of all her troubles, which was preceded by her telling me of her spiritual
awakening and how much of a revelation it was for her.
Sitting here looking at
Madison and Doug (that is what I am going to
call my mountain bike!), along with my “Keep
Calm and Carry On” poster for company, I am chill. There are kids outside playing within
earshot, my window is open, and I am following Parrish and Eric’s advice and am
chilling! But I feel like I need to
clean some of the leavings on the floors of the hallways in my brain, so I
guess that is why I am posting.
*sigh* Too bad that we are
not talking… because I recall when I first reached out to reconnect with Nebraska and she sent
me picture of herself, I was like, “MAN, she looks GOOD to me!!” Then when I actually got the opportunity to
lay my eyes on her in person, she looked better than I ever imagined. I thought I would be telling her how she had
exceeded my expectations in nearly every category I had on a evening like this,
but our difference in how we should conduct our relationship was simply too
great.
Anywho, I am aware that she
thinks that the “Mark” that she expected was not the one that arrived. Part of why I did not feel comfortable with
her kind of stems from what I took from a Bill Russell quote in a Sports Illustrated
story years ago.
"Remember, each of us has a finite amount of energy, and
things you do well don't require as much. Things you don't do well take more
concentration. And if you're fatigued by that, then the things you do best are
going to be affected." -Bill Russell, 11-time NBA champion, winner of
back-to-back NCAA championships and an Olympic Gold Medal
When I “signed
up” for boxing, I made the conscious decision to risk myself with my
sport. When I chose the service, I knew
that it came with the possibility that I may be called into combat, as an
extension of the political will of my country.
And when it came to rushing to be married, I understood that if I were wrong,
the stakes could be high, and they were.
But they were all bets that I placed on myself and I can live with the
outcomes of those and most of the major adventures I have had in my life. But the ones that would haunt and eat away at
me as I think some of you may feel that those I have mentioned do, are those
where I lived underneath the oppression of the projections of another’s image
of who I should be, or by their interpretation of what my feelings towards them
and our relationship.
I want to get
rid of all the built-up pressure and emotional
residue that has developed as I find myself approaching at a point where Nebraska is not going to be a part of my
life. That always loomed as a
possibility and why it was so kung-fu mega important that I have the kind of
connection with my new hometown as I do.
Meeting THE Johnny Rodgers definitely confirmed that it is… now all I
have to do is continue on my long and winding way, following to where this road leads,
and to my destiny.
5 comments:
Hope the writing of your feelings is helping you find peace with the future...
Just because you lay some stuff down on a blog or in email about yourself doesn't mean that it is the total finished product of Mark. And I believe expectations often have a lot more to do with the person doing the expecting.
You don't do any sort of generic soft sell on this blog. You are probably a lot more the man you present than many other people are ..blogwise.
Sometimes I think we get so caught up in other things we only use 5-10% of our hearts. ~Mary
It kind of depends on how you define "using" your brain. Someone who devotes a large part of their day to watching and discussing reality televisions shows probably *is* using only five percent or so of their brains!
I rather saddened by the notion that Nebraska and you are going to 'make it'. I'm sorry it's not going to work out.
Well, if it gets too bad - you could always come to Chicago. We got some fine women here.
Mary said "Sometimes I think we get so caught up in other things we only use 5-10% of our hearts."
Some people's hearts are not quite so wise, you know...
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