Do you have a chip on your shoulder?

     Life is different today than when I grew up. Today a lot of people have a chip on their shoulder with a short fuse to their emotions. I’m not saying things were perfect when I was young. Bad things happen in life, it’s not right but it’s that way because our planet is filled with people. Some will say, “I have no control over what others say.” That’s true but you can control your reaction.
     Some people are so easily offended it’s almost impossible not to touch their trip wire. Name calling is not new. The Polish, Jewish, Blacks, handicapped, short people, overweight people have all been on the butt end of a joke, or negative comment. There is really no one safe from harassment, but in order to survive you have to turn a blind eye toward these comments. Learn to laugh at the comments and own your differences. Be proud of who you are.
     Many people choose to be angry, but it’s just as easy to choose pride and happiness. Some say, “How can I be happy when negativity is thrust upon me?” First, take the chip off your shoulder and look at the positive side of life. I promise you taking a positive approach will change your life and others reactions toward you.
     That doesn’t mean you will be immune from harassment, but if you have a positive attitude you will be better equipped to handle it. All of us make thousand of choices daily, why not pick the positive ones. “Just Saying...”
     

Little Courtesies

     Are you an Ace or Ass? There are a lot of simple ways to be courteous to others with little effort on your part. Many of us do a lot of these like, hold the door for the person behind you, let the person with two items check out before you, help someone load a heavy item into their car, etc. Not doing these things doesn’t make you an ass, it just might be you are consumed with your own thoughts at the time and not aware of your surroundings. Wake up and join the world.

     Drivers darting and weaving through traffic like they’re driving a stolen car are the definition of an ass. They have an FU attitude and seem to care about nothing but their self. Merging on to the highway from an on ramp is not always easy when the access ramps are short. I’ve noticed some drivers will move to the left lane if it’s empty, to allow the cars entering the highway easier access, but some don’t. I’m not sure if the drivers that don’t move over are oblivious or just an ass. It’s a small gesture that cost you nothing but could prevent an accident. Legally the car entering the highway must yield to oncoming traffic, but there are situations when being courteous is the right thing to do even if it’s not legally required.

     In heavy traffic, when someone uses their blinker to signal a lane change you can be an ace by letting them in. But if you race ahead with the sole purpose of keeping them from getting in front, you may be in the early stages of assholeism. I see many more aces than I do asses, but I tend to remember the asses. Be attentive when you’re behind the wheel and drive like an ace. “Just Saying....”
 
   

Guilty by Accusation

     Thirty-six years. How good is your memory about something that may have happened that long ago? Science says our memories change over time and can’t be relied on for accuracy. Eye witnesses are are no longer considered to be unreliable sources.
     No one can justify sexual harassment but how can you explain a thirty-six year gap of silence.This period of silence begs many questions. Why has this memory resurfaced with clarity thirty-six years later? Who should we believe and why? How can the accusation be proven?
     The answers may never be found but in these times answers aren’t necessary. All that’s needed to destroy a life is to be accused of a crime. No trial required. The public will gladly be judge and jury on your future. In my America you’re innocent until proven guilty.
     I don’t know a lot about Brett Kavanaugh but I know less about his accuser. Thirty-six years. Can your memory be trusted? Just Saying...?

Put your Brain on Autopilot

     A human brain is an amazing thing. It can accomplish multiple task and direct your body to move and react with precision. Many of the things our bodies do, seem effortless. We react without thinking.  It could be the repetitive motion that we have done over and over has allowed our muscle memory to take some of these tasks. Muscles don't have memories, it's really your brain that trains the muscle to react a certain way when you perform a repetitive motion. Walking, jumping, catching a baseball, are all repetive motions that we learn to do and become second nature.

     Training your brain to be on autopilot is a great. We couldn't accomplish the things we have, if we had to consciously think about every movement we made. Having our brains take over the routine task makes us more productive. 

     This makes me wonder. Can we train our brains to do task incorrectly or not at all? I think the answer is yes. Imagine performing the same movement incorrectly hundreds and thousands of times, wouldn't this be training your brain to automatically perform this movement incorrectly. 

    Here's a simple example: We have turn signals (blinkers) on our cars but I've noticed a lot of people don't use them. Why? It could be that we have accidentally trained our brains not to use them. There's nobody behind me so why turn on the blinker. I'm in the left turn only lane, so I have to turn left. I'm changing lanes but I'm at a safe distance from the car I'm passing, it's not really necessary. Do you see where this is going? There are so many reasons people have to justify for not using turn signals that over time they train their brain not to use them. The autopilot in your brain says, "Blinkers must not be necessary since you never use them, so this function is turned off."

     It's that way with any repetitive act. We can train our brain to help us or harm us. One way to retrain your brain is by conscious effort until the brain learns the new way to perform the task. "Just Saying..."

Saturday Writers 2017 Anthology

Sins and Virtues Anthology Signing

Monday, July 9th 6:30 pm at Spencer Road Library

Registration Link

https://tinyurl.com/ydeqsc2k

Throughout the year Saturday Writers holds monthly writing contest. The winning stories go into a yearly publication of the clubs Anthology. I have one flash fiction story in the book. All the stories are from local writers.

 

The Anthology signing for our 2017 Anthology, Sins and Virtues, will be held at the Spencer Road Library, Monday, July 9, at 6:30 – 8:30 pm. Come out and help celebrate the release of our latest anthology which includes 83 stories, essays, and poems from 28 authors.

 

All guests are encouraged to register via the library link included.

Pre-registration helps the library determine the room size and aids their planning of the event. Come over and spend an evening with Saturday Writers, even if you forget to register, we’ll still try to find a seat for you.

The format for this year's signing will start with a Q&A panel and several readings. Participants for the panel and readings were selected based on the number of winning entries and have already been notified. We will end the night with a book signing that includes all attending contributors.

If you would like to buy a copy of the 2017 Anthology but won’t be able to attend the signing, click the link below.

http://saturdaywriters.org/2017-anthology.html

My 1st Car

     I learned how to drive in a 1959 Green Oldsmobile (4dr) (automatic) which was my Dad’s car. It was big and powerful but clearly a family car.  The next car my Dad bought was this really cool 1965 Canary Yellow Chevy Impala (2dr) (automatic) it did not look like a family car, it was sporty and I got to take to my Senior Prom.

     The 1^st car I bought was a 1958 Chevy Belray, maroon with black interior, 6 cyl with a 3 speed on the floor.  The previous owner was a kid so it needed some work.  The hood emblems (bull nosed) had been removed and body putty was used to fill the holes left by the rust then had the car cheaply painted.  He also moved the shifter from the column to the floor but he put it in backwards, 1^st was where reverse should have been but to complicate it more he put a 4 speed gear shift knob on the stick.  If you were not aware of that it was difficult to drive because of the shift pattern, it would have been a parking attendant nightmare. It also needed some engine work so my Dad had a buddy Leonard B that knew enough about cars to get it running smoothly, at least good enough to get to my Uncle Clarence’s Standard Station for more extensive work.  When it was in reasonable shape I took it over and made minor cosmetic changes like adding speakers, headrests, fuzzy dice, reverberation radio (poor man’s stereo).  

     This was my first car and it was a stick, which I wanted but I didn’t know how to drive it.   So Dad took me out to parking lots until I got good enough to go it alone but even when I did, starting on a hill presented a problem as a new driver of a standard transmission.  I remember driving around with the Bill L & Bill K when I drove down Goodfellow by the ammunitions plant, which had a hill, well as you might expect the light turned red and I had to stop.  Not to get sidetracked but when I was younger I thought the ammunitions plant was a blimp plant because it was oddly shaped with two huge winged shaped structures on the roof what I thought were doors that could open up to let the blimps out, that would have been more interesting but sadly I was wrong.  
     Anyway back to the real story, I killed the engine several times trying to pull away from the stoplight and each time I failed both Bills would roar with laughter, which just made it more difficult since I started laughing as well.  I can’t remember how many stoplights change before I got up that hill but it was many (possibly 8 or 9).  That’s what teenage boys did anytime there was an opportunity is give the other guy a hard time. This time it was my turn to be harassed and for a split second my reaction was to get mad but it was just too funny to keep from laughing.  At this age I was hanging out more with Bill L and Bill K more than the Pamplin boys.  We used to ride around through Steak n Shake (Jennings or sometimes Circle Steak) kinda like American Graffitti (some minor street drag racing) but not quite as exciting, always looking for damsels in distress but never finding any.  We still hung out with the Pamplin boys playing football, baseball etc. but we went to different high schools so things started to change a little. 

    This was my 1st car so I learned how to do some repairs and modifications because it always seemed like it needed some work or I wanted to change something on it.   My ‘58 had a cloth headliner, which after a few years would break loose from the metal rods stretching from on side to the other, so you would be driving and the headliner would fall down draping the top of your head.  This was annoying but you saw it all the time and it could easily be fixed which I did. After a few years of dodging the headliner that repeated fell down and finally learning to master standing hill starts I went in search for a new car with Dads help.

Always Amazed, Rarely Surprised

     I logged on to Facebook this morning, which is part of my normal routine. I like to read some of the funny stories or cartoons that people post. Sometimes I see a recipe which looks good, like this morning. It was Lemon Garlic Butter Steak with Zucchini Noodles which looked and sounded really good so I clicked the link. The ingredients for the recipe included low sodium chicken stock, which is common for many dishes.

     I am always amazed how a simple post, even about a beef dish goes off the rails so quickly. A woman commented about how ridiculous it was to use chicken stock for a beef dish. Someone else suggested she substitute a different stock. She responded saying that she is allergic to chicken and can't even go to restaurants anymore because they all use chicken stock then told the person to stay off her post. Another person responded telling her to modify the recipe or don't make it but stop complaining. The conversation took a deep dive in to the rabbit hole of hate after that. As a side note, I did not participate in the comment section, they was no point, no one was open minded enough to listen.

     Amazed but not surprised because hateful things are said all the time on the Internet without repercussion. You're protected by anonymity, so you believe the rules are different. Some of the comments made would never be said in a face-to-face conversation, so why is it deemed acceptable on Facebook or other similar venues. It's not acceptable, hateful speech is never acceptable because it's never productive.

     Although I'm always amazed what some people will say in social media, I'm rarely surprised because I've been conditioned to understand that people will say hateful things about even benign topics, like recipes.

     By the way here's a link to the recipe without the comments.
http://thefoodiebunch.com/lemon-garlic-butter-steak-with-zucchini-noodles/

     It sounded really good to me and not extremely complicated but I'm sure there are those that would disagree. "Just Saying..."