Feeling old…

 

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It goes by different names.  Coronavirus or…COVID-19.  References to this bacterial invader flash in front of us everywhere, on newscasts, newspapers, social media and in just about every conversation we have.  Who has it, knows someone who does and, of course, all the Who’s from Whoville are panic-stricken, fearful of becoming infected…and at any moment!

The focus is on older people, especially those with compromised medical conditions.  That kind of puts me over on that side of the room, except for not dealing with any health issues.  Still, I fall into that “older” category and having family suddenly chastise me for doing what I do, daily, now has become a touchy subject.  Hey, I’m the parent still and will stand my ground as being the one who takes care of everyone else!  I don’t appreciate being sent to my room and being told that I can’t leave the house…I call bullshit!  I’ve made it this far around the sun, relatively unscathed, and I’m certainly not looking to challenge the powers-that-be by jumping onto some cruise ship or heading into Manhattan to go shopping.  A lot of good either might do me since the streets of the Big Apple are almost deserted at present and I absolutely despise any idea of being packed like stockyard cattle on some inflated floating hotel with three or four thousand possible carriers of the Bubonic Plague.

Yes, I’m somewhat cranky at this point, watching and waiting to see how this current virus does manifest itself and how much its progress will impact my life and everyone else’s.  Like so many of us, I need to work, I almost like to work, and now, facing any type of quarantine situation as this virus progresses doesn’t promote a cheerful countenance.   Countenance.   I despise that word, by the way.  I’ve disliked it since it was put under my high school yearbook graduation photo.   Like, couldn’t the yearbook staff have come up with something a bit more…creative…back then?

Whatever.

Give me a major winter snowstorm, I’m one hell of a happy camper.  What’s better than being home for a day or two looking out at nature’s beautiful landscape covered in white?  This current situation and how it’s affecting everyone, some to the point of insanity, is presenting an extremely stressful scenario from coast to coast and beyond.  Really, people…toilet paper shortages for an upper respiratory affected virus?  And, why is toilet paper ALWAYS on the hot list for people to clear from market shelves during any emergency?

Okay.  I’m done.

Seriously, and from the heart, my thoughts and prayers go out to everyone caught in the growing web of this virus.  Aside from sharing my combination, feeling-old/somewhat whiny, rant over what’s affecting each of us, I hope that everyone does what’s necessary to stem any advancement of COVID-19.  The more we follow the stated directives, the sooner this virus will depart.

Hopefully.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop…Write about something that makes you feel old.

 

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Criticalanalytical

Thinking

I’d like to think of myself as both, as the title of my post implies.  I said “like”.  That does not make it so but the description of all the elements involved is better than seeing me in action.  There are so many times that I wish I could just sit back and not give a damn about so much in my life but it’s beyond impossible for me to shut down the thinking process which often drives me to distraction.

Oh yes, the best analytical thinkers are also grouped into critical thinkers, one and the same.  Most of us in this group can analyze information, in most cases, whether it’s business-related or in every day relationships.  We observe.  We gather and evaluate evidence on certain matters in an attempt to arrive at a meaningful conclusion.  Analytical thinking begins with objectivity.

But, there is a big downside to being “criticalanalytical”.  The quest to always seek knowledge and never, ever, stop looking for answers.  At times I gather too much information on either technical, or other, matters, realizing after the fact that I spent too much time devouring information I’ll never use later on.  Then, there’s the procrastination factor.  Over analyzing situations and then sitting back and accomplishing little, if anything because I end up identifying with the reasons on both sides of an issue and not focusing on just one.  Yes, yes, enter indecisiveness and the accompanying fear of making that wrong decision.

Let’s mix-in being a creature of habit and not always open to going with some immediate flow of a situation.  Not necessarily a fault for anyone who chooses to shy away from being impulsive, preferring to sit firmly on their personal agenda.  Then, there are times that panic can set in when dealing with certain, not all, people.  I think we’ve all experienced moments where an immediate personality clash sets in and we shy away from an individual.  I call that my own analytic-perception in having an ability to see past some Pollyannaish aura of another person to a bunch of red flags waving madly in their background.  There are times that works in an opposite manner and a completely positive reaction presents itself.  I’m then anxious to learn so much more about this person looking back at me.   One basic part of my personality is that I have no time for fools.  Period.  And that brings up the fact that, at times, I have no filter.  Now and then, I can be inappropriate with my direct responses to others.  That…is just my logic overriding the fact that I probably know a hell of a lot more than you do about the topic you just brought up.

I’ll admit to being a bit of a loner.  Hey, I’m an only child and often say that fact demonstrates one thing which I can do very well…be alone!  I’ll never change that or any of the dynamics which make me…me.  Throw any contradiction my way, along with any amount of pure, unadulterated, bullshit, and I’m gone!  I’m off to my little corner of the universe, with my favorite coffee cup, to my well-organized desk, to spend quality time…analyzing anything and everything. 

 

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…If there was one thing you could change about yourself, what would it be? Why can’t it change?

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Sometimes…

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Why, oh why, am I always rushing with my responses to the weekly writing prompts I enjoy?

Why?  Because I need a break from everything life keeps dumping on my plate.

And that brings me right to the perfect prompt…Write about something you need a break from.

Wow!  Just something?  Only one thing?  Where do I start?

The best answer to my own question is boringly and very obviously…at the beginning.  Allow me to start with the everyday warfare that surrounds all the current political theatrics and how the fallout from the constant, mostly derisive, debates we’re witnessing have affected everyone.  No one seems to be able to move the hell past the drama put out by the media without engaging in some type of personal diatribe, either on social media or in everyday conversations.  People stand rigidly behind their opinions and chosen political party but I can’t really fault them for supporting who and what they believe in…it’s their constitutional right, and obligation.  Certainly, I don’t always agree but refuse to demonize anyone, at least in a public platform.  My opinions are most kept to myself but my lip looks like the aftermath of a prize fight because I bite it so much in an attempt to avoid constant arguments.

And, while I’m on my “need a break” soapbox, let me throw out family, work and other matters of my life at present.  Probably as volatile a situation as politics, all combined,  and we can all identify with those nagging thoughts that rattle your brain in the middle of the night, bringing up all of life’s, sometimes unpleasant, scenarios and the questions involved. 

  • Why are friends and family close one moment and in the background of your life the next?  For me personally, the absolute joy and magic of a family reunion a few years ago now seems nothing more than a distant memory. 
  • Why does the necessary evil of having to work become totally consuming yet you have no choice but to keep plugging-along, fearing not being able to work at all? 
  • Why does the enjoyment of participating in an organization slowly suck the life out people when the fundamental goal is to be an instrumental part of productive change and growth and leave positive footprints for those who will follow?  Trust me, I’m a total realist, fully aware that, within every group, personal agendas are tucked-away in individual notebooks.  Hey, that’s part of the game and, in itself, can be instrumental when people work together towards a common goal.  I know, I know…so much easier said..than done!

In short, I need a break from all of the above, but not an escape.  I need answers to those nagging thoughts, even a solution or two.  I need more to compartmentalize each issue and pull up my mental files, one at a time, rather than allowing all of them to hit me at once, like a session in Congress.

And so it goes…

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Something I need a break from.

 

 

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