There are all shapes and sizes of this box. Oh… excuse me… I should have said, “thanks for coming back.”
I woke this morning to a wonderful feeling of renewed vigor. The air was cool and crisp and it was dark as night but I felt energy. That is a good thing. I needed to get up early to get started with my day because of a few extra tasks that were pending at my “regular” job.
I normally move fairly slow in the morning. That, I guess, is normal for those of us that feel the effects of time creeping in on us. Still, this morning was just a bit different. I got the rest I had needed last night and felt pretty darn good (all things considered) as I started my day. A warm (nearly hot) shower, a great cup of coffee, a kiss goodbye, and I was off. A great way to start just about any day. I would or could have only been better if I had had the day off and could spend it riding the Harley that sits patiently in the basement as if waiting for me just to turn the throttle and roar down the road. The neighbors just don’t really appreciate that early in the morning.
Alas I am in my car headed for the daily normal source of income that the majority of people have (my job), I turned on the radio. You know the thing. That thing that we turn on to drown out the thought of actually having to go do something to earn a living even if we love what we do.
The announcer was talking about people not getting enough sleep and how if we do this that we tend to never wake up enough to be at a fully wakened state and that this is a cause of people gaining weight because their metabolism never kicks in completely to burn off what they normally eat in a day. One sentence a paragraph does not make so I’m adding this one. 🙂 Forgive me please.
Ok… I want to believe this. In some ways I can actually take that as a good thing. I’m soooo busy that I can’t get the sleep I need. That is the cause of all the weight that I have that I don’t want. Yeah! That’s it! Yeah.
Never mind that I spend too much time watching the boob tube wasting away my life on some tennis match or a good exciting suspense movie or some action movie, Animal Planet or Documentary TV show. Not to mention that while in this relaxed state I tend to eat or drink something that is most likely not good for me. Yes… I drink water. Plenty of it. Sometimes more “plenty of it” than others. Its really that staying awake too long that causes all that extra weight right? I can “blame” it on that. Yeah…. that’s it.
We all have things that we choose to blame on something that really is not at fault but some of us also have an uncanny ability to blame EVERYTHING on something else. This is not me but I have met them and worked for them and been married to one before (not now). I’ve seen children do this and usually because the parent taught them this attitude and escape mechanism. That is exactly what it is. An escape mechanism.
I once heard the statement that “he/she is smiling because he/she already knows who he/she is going to blame it on.” There are some people that are extremely good at this. Anyone that is like this is also all about them. I mean… everything is all about them. They live their lives to further themselves. Only themselves. If it doesn’t benefit them, it doesn’t matter. In fact it may even be contrary to even mention if it doesn’t support their need or objective in some way.
While we will or do blame something on someone somewhere when it is truly not deserved, most of us just tend to just blame things instead of people. Its the car’s fault. Its the computer (used regularly). It was this or that or the other thing. I think I have said this before about the Blue Collar Comedy when Jeff Foxworthy say’s that just once he’d like to see the person on Jerry Springer say “It wasn’t my Father’s fault, it wasn’t my mother’s fault, I’m just a _____.” I’ll let you rent the movie and find out what word he used. It was a very descriptive expletive that rightly acknowledges the true culprit.
By the way…. It’s been several days since I started this blog post. I could say that I’ve just been so busy that I had no time. Not true. I had time. I could say that I lost my inspiration. Not true. I could say it was my wife’s fault, the dog’s fault, the cat’s fault, the car’s fault, too much work, too much TV, too much of this or that or the other thing. None of it would be true. Like the song Margarita-ville, “its my own ____ fault.” Just didn’t finish it when I could have. But I did finish. Hope you liked it.
Don’t blame others for your mistakes or shortcomings. Take responsibility and face your “self.” That really is the who crux of the matter isn’t it. Facing yourself. You. The real you. Not pushing “blame” on anything or anyone. Seeing your “self” as you really are.
Get rid of the blame box. It does no-one any real good. I know it can be scary. But you will be much the better in the end for doing so.