Can’t do everything, can’t do anything
I like to make things difficult for myself. For example, there’s an opening to get Media Credientials for the QMJHL (ie: the Mooseheads) with Hockey’s Future. I didn’t jump at the chance, but half-heartedly and not convincingly threw my name out there. I pondered and so on, and then after consultation with real people, I went back and made my effort and desire for that opportunity a bit more noticeable. For reasons I can’t understand, I made it some sort of questionable decision worthy of wondering and deep thought when really it is just a chance to improve my skills. It’s something I should just jump at. I like to make things difficult for myself so I can be frivelous when it comes to important things.
It probably boils down to fear and an unwillingness to give up *wasting time* to actually advance my dreams. At my lowest, everything I write is crap and I am never going to break out of the rut I’m in. At my worst, my attempts at journalism are feeble and sophomoric and I always strive to be seen as professional and mature because deep down I know that I am not. I’m my own worst enemy. Hopefully I get press credentials, despite myself.
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I’m terrible at remembering things. I keep thousands of to-do lists and notes to self. I call my voicemail at work and leave messages, even when I’m at work. I email myself at home when I’m at work, and at work when I’m at home.
Sadly for me, I’m also terrible remembering faces. Well, not faces, but names or memories with those faces. For example, there’s this girl I have seen by my new apartment building a handful of times so far. I know her, she knows me, she sees me and smiles and says hello in a tone of recognition. For the life of me, I don’t know her name or where I even met her. It’s not the first time that happened and I always feel silly asking people where I know them from. Maybe next time I see her…
This one time, I was walking to the bus station and this girl with blonde dreadlocks was coming towards me and we ‘recognized’ each other. I have no idea who she is (or was) either.
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As much as I like watching Cruise Ships leave while I eat supper, tourists are damn stupid. Walking back to work, there’s like half a dozen people just wandering across Spring Garden, staring at a bus. Meanwhile, a cargo van almost flattened them. You know, they’re probably not from this country, but I would put money on the fact that they no doubt have roads, traffic and cross walks wherever they’re from. Use the third to avoid the second when crossing the first.