Inside the Bubble

It's been another long night with the girls so of course I'm tired and eying my pillow and my brain tries to put something coherent together...


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Clearly it's a bit of a lost cause tonight so we'll reach back in time for another one of those universal notes that is as applicable today as it was way back on August 22nd, 2006.

How well do we ever really get to know each other?  We think we know things, but there is no guarantee that it's the truth.  I've known some people for years and we know very little about each other.  Even my family and best friends are still learning new things about me.  That's what happens as we learn about ourselves; we change, and it changes how people see us. 

How well can you get to know someone in a short period of time?  Apparently not as well as we thought...

Parts of the Whole

It's funny how clear things can get when you take a step back. It's no secret that we're always better at figuring out other people's lives than our own for this very reason. When you're too close, you get too focused on the little things and lose sight of the big picture.

Recently I played mediator to two people who could be half way to exploding or getting over the hump. I don't want to imply that there is anything romantic going on between the two of them but eventually, you hit a point in any relationship, romantic or not, where you have to ask "are we going to keep going with this or not?" Sometimes it’s completely subconscious because things just happen so naturally you don’t really have to think about it but other times things simmer under the surface until they explode.  

Watching other people hash out their relationships makes you re-examine some of your own. Sarah called me a hoarder last night because I have issues letting people go, not knowing when someone deserves another chance or needs to be cut out (side note - my family would agree with the hoarding but on a general level since I have an alarming amount of stuff for the small space I have to keep it in).

The way I see it, any relationship is about give and take; finding a middle ground. You give up pieces of yourself to the other person to make room for the pieces they'll give you in return. Because everyone moves at their own speed, you can always expect fair trade but what happens when you realize you can't give anything else up because they've got too much already and you've got nothing in return. I've said it from the start that something to focus on this year (and last) is letting people go that just aren't ready to be part of my life right now. It's scary to think of but let's face it - I need those pieces of myself back if I'm going to keep moving forward.

It's still quite early in the day (actually it's 2:30 pm but the sun is shining so it feels early!) to be so morose and contemplative...that's usually something I save for the late hours of the evening so I guess I'll save this post for then...

Blue Monday

Sometimes you just get that sinking feeling on Sunday night that has you seriously contemplating calling in sick for Monday morning and hiding out at home to avoid whatever disaster fate has in store for you.  I had that feeling last night and tried to brush it off before passing out.  In hindsight, I probably should have listened to my gut.

The case for my office back-up
drive which my dad mistook for
my lunch box

This morning I dutifully gathered my Monday work paraphernalia which includes one of the three office back-up drive, my work computer and my overstuffed purse.  I was about a 15 minutes into my morning commute when one of the lights on my dash started blinking at me.  Normally this wouldn't cause much worry since my cars have always been known to have faulty wiring in the dash lights (probably because both cars are from the previous century!) but it was the overdrive light and it didn't respond to the repeated mashing I proceeded to give the button.

This, combined with the whining noise beginning to emanate from under the hood once I reached speeds of 60 km/hr turned my slight concern to full blown panic.  As I cruised across Boundary into the second half of my usual drive and stared at the slight hill I would have to climb, I figured parking the car somewhere safe and taking the train the rest of the way in would probably be a good idea.  Since I was in the area, my alma mater, The Art Institute of Vancouver was my best bet for decent parking near a skytrain station.

25 feet from the intersection where I would've turned, the car died.  So, not only was I going to be late for work, I was also blocking the middle lane of a busy street during the morning commute.  FML.  A quick call to BCAA resulted in a 30 minute wait for a tow and a 1 block ride to the station.  Worst. Monday. EVER!

On the plus side, the week can only get better from here right?

Note - For those that have no idea what the above video is, it's Orgy covering the New Order hit "Blue Monday" which I like better for today because it's a little more kick butt than the original.