I am most certainly my own worst enemy. We won't get into all that this statement means. But, suffice it to say that I create most of my own problems either through inaction, delayed action, or unrealistic optimism that others will look out for my best interest.
On a lighter note, I was headed to a meeting with a fairly important person in the Army. It was 1500 meeting, as we say - 3:00pm for you civilian folk. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt. I was not in uniform. But, I had my uniform with me.
I realized, way too close to the appointment time, that I did not have my t-shirt that goes under my uniform top. I went back and forth about what to do.
Should I go to the meeting with the Army guy in civilian clothes. I could explain. But, that would be highly unprofessional. Believe it or not, I think about those things. There was another option.
I thought maybe I could say that I spilled coffee all over my uniform. That would be a lie, not a little white lie, but a full on big lie. Some are judging me now. I considered it. I went with the another option. By the way, you shouldn't judge. We all consider lies.
The best option was to lean on an always trustworthy friend, Josh Marshack. I messaged him and asked if he had a t-shirt. And, like any other good ole former infantry, now turned dark side psyoper, he had one in the car. But, Josh is the kind of guy to give me the one off his back, literally. I was saved.
So, I didn't have to lie. But, I did consider it. So, Karma, God, or something caught up to me, today. I came down to a little coffee shop where I do some writing. More to come on that. And, I bought my usual - small, dark roast, black coffee, & baklava.
Obviously, the coffee is hot here. So, I removed the top for it to cool a little. I was going to sit down as I did. I carelessly spilled it all over my hand and, of course, my crotch. I was wearing light blue shorts, now with accents of largely brown sections.
My hand is still on fire. Luckily, my shorts and undies insulated the nether regions. Do I have a point? Yes, I guess I willed the coffee incident into existence because I thought about using coffee soaked clothes as an excuse. Moral to this story: If you're going to spill the coffee anyway, go ahead and lie. Nah, only kidding.
Maybe somewhere in the backs of our minds, subconscious, we do wreck things for ourselves. On a larger scale, we are certainly capable of putting things in place because of what believe about ourselves, things, or people. Be careful what you think. You might make it reality.
I am most certainly my own worst enemy. We won't get into all that this statement means. But, suffice it to say that I create most of my own problems either through inaction, delayed action, or unrealistic optimism that others will look out for my best interest.
On a lighter note, I was headed to a meeting with a fairly important person in the Army. It was 1500 meeting, as we say - 3:00pm for you civilian folk. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt. I was not in uniform. But, I had my uniform with me.
I realized, way too close to the appointment time, that I did not have my t-shirt that goes under my uniform top. I went back and forth about what to do.
Should I go to the meeting with the Army guy in civilian clothes. I could explain. But, that would be highly unprofessional. Believe it or not, I think about those things. There was another option.
I thought maybe I could say that I spilled coffee all over my uniform. That would be a lie, not a little white lie, but a full on big lie. Some are judging me now. I considered it. I went with the another option. By the way, you shouldn't judge. We all consider lies.
The best option was to lean on an always trustworthy friend, Josh Marshack. I messaged him and asked if he had a t-shirt. And, like any other good ole former infantry, now turned dark side psyoper, he had one in the car. But, Josh is the kind of guy to give me the one off his back, literally. I was saved.
So, I didn't have to lie. But, I did consider it. So, Karma, God, or something caught up to me, today. I came down to a little coffee shop where I do some writing. More to come on that. And, I bought my usual - small, dark roast, black coffee, & baklava.
Obviously, the coffee is hot here. So, I removed the top for it to cool a little. I was going to sit down as I did. I carelessly spilled it all over my hand and, of course, my crotch. I was wearing light blue shorts, now with accents of largely brown sections.
My hand is still on fire. Luckily, my shorts and undies insulated the nether regions. Do I have a point? Yes, I guess I willed the coffee incident into existence because I thought about using coffee soaked clothes as an excuse. Moral to this story: If you're going to spill the coffee anyway, go ahead and lie. Nah, only kidding.
Maybe somewhere in the backs of our minds, subconscious, we do wreck things for ourselves. On a larger scale, we are certainly capable of putting things in place because of what believe about ourselves, things, or people. Be careful what you think. You might make it reality.
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