Severe Annoyance Alert
Whose bright idea was it to blare loud noises along with the severe weather alerts on TV? Those stupid alerts have been driving me insane all night. Do they really need to block out the regular audio of my shows with these obnoxious sounds to inform me of the storms that I can already hear outside my window anyways?
It's not even that the sounds themselves annoy me. What bugs me more is the idea that someone actually thought it was a good idea to make these weather alerts so annoying and intrusive. It's a freaking weather report! If I cared that much about weather, I would already be on the Weather Channel instead of watching South Park.
What makes it worse is that they override the sound on every single channel. I hate when people think something is so important that they expect everyone else to care as much about it as they do. For example, people who use the "High Importance" label in Outlook for every single email they send out, even when they're just forwarding you pictures of puppies.
Or, when someone sends out a mass invite to 200 people with instructions to RSVP. When that happens, it makes me wonder if they even know what RSVP means, that you are expected to respond whether you can make it or not. It's one thing if you mail out personal wedding invitations with stamped reply cards. In that case, I think it's okay to expect a reply. But if you're throwing a random get together on a Thursday night by putting the email address of every single person you've ever met, and their friends, and their friends' friends on a Evite list, please don't say RSVP. Just ask people to respond if they plan on making it.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Maybe You Just Like Handmade Things Cause You're A Tool
The other day I overheard some guy say something like "Yeah, I like handmade things, after all, I'm Italian".
It seems like I hear people say things like that a lot, but half the time I don't know what they're talking about. It's one thing if someone says "I'm British, so my teeth are super nasty", or "I don't like swimming, can't you see I'm black". At least those are commonly accepted stereotypes (I think).
But are Italian people really known as a culture that especially appreciates handmade items, more than, say, people from Greece or Switzerland? Or was this guy just saying random things trying to sound cool, but doesn't really make any sense?
If you ask me, I think it's the latter. I mean, you can say just about anything, then explain it by talking about your ethnic background, as long as the other person isn't of the same ethnicity. Even if your claim makes no sense at all, who's going to call you out on it?
Pretty nice system, actually. Sounds so easy, it kind of makes me want to start doing that myself. Next time I see someone I don't like, I'm going to kick him in the nuts. If he asks me why I did that, I'll just be like, "I dunno why, something about kicking people in the nuts just appeals to me. I'm Chinese, if you weren't aware."
Some other possible uses:
"Laguna Beach is the greatest show ever, I watch every episode! I think it has to do with my parents being born in Taiwan."
"I only use 0.7mm lead in my mechanical pencils. No self-respecting Asian would accept that 0.5mm crap."
"I don't need a separate mp3 player, cause my cell phone works fine as a music player for me. Only white people and Hispanics buy IPods."
See, you can use it in just about any situation. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna go back and find that Italian guy who likes handmade items, and kick him in the nuts.
The other day I overheard some guy say something like "Yeah, I like handmade things, after all, I'm Italian".
It seems like I hear people say things like that a lot, but half the time I don't know what they're talking about. It's one thing if someone says "I'm British, so my teeth are super nasty", or "I don't like swimming, can't you see I'm black". At least those are commonly accepted stereotypes (I think).
But are Italian people really known as a culture that especially appreciates handmade items, more than, say, people from Greece or Switzerland? Or was this guy just saying random things trying to sound cool, but doesn't really make any sense?
If you ask me, I think it's the latter. I mean, you can say just about anything, then explain it by talking about your ethnic background, as long as the other person isn't of the same ethnicity. Even if your claim makes no sense at all, who's going to call you out on it?
Pretty nice system, actually. Sounds so easy, it kind of makes me want to start doing that myself. Next time I see someone I don't like, I'm going to kick him in the nuts. If he asks me why I did that, I'll just be like, "I dunno why, something about kicking people in the nuts just appeals to me. I'm Chinese, if you weren't aware."
Some other possible uses:
"Laguna Beach is the greatest show ever, I watch every episode! I think it has to do with my parents being born in Taiwan."
"I only use 0.7mm lead in my mechanical pencils. No self-respecting Asian would accept that 0.5mm crap."
"I don't need a separate mp3 player, cause my cell phone works fine as a music player for me. Only white people and Hispanics buy IPods."
See, you can use it in just about any situation. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna go back and find that Italian guy who likes handmade items, and kick him in the nuts.
Monday, September 25, 2006
MN Trip
I took a road trip with some of the boys this weekend up to Minneapolis, mainly to watch the Bears play the Vikings on Sunday. Here's some pics from our mini vacation along with some of my thoughts thrown in...
We stayed at the Embassy Suites downtown, a nice 2-room suite. This is a pic of the "living room" area:
This is the view from our hotel window:
That's the Metrodome in the top left. I wish I could say there was more to the Minneapolis skyline, but that's honestly pretty much it.
We went to a sushi place called Nami, which was pretty good:
Walking back from dinner, we passed a place called "Gay 90's", so of course a picture needed to be taken in front of it.
Somehow, out of our group of 5, I was the only one who assumed that "Gay 90's" was a gay bar. For some reason, everyone else convinced themselves that it was just called "Gay 90's" but not really gay. Eventually, Piya looked up the place on the internet and confirmed that it was unequivocally a gay bar. But at the time, they had actually had me doubting my own common sense. "It has 'Gay' in the name! Doesn't anybody notice this? I feel like I'm taking crazy pills here!"
We stopped by the Mall of America for a bit. Not that impressed, basically just seemed like a bigger version of Woodfield, except with some carnival games in the middle. The Lego store was kind of cool though. A few pictures we took:
I like how Anuj looks puzzled as Chras is walking away in the last one. Oh, I almost forgot, I took a picture in front of the best store in the mall:
Saturday night, went out to a couple places. First was The Drink, which was a pretty nice bar, good atmosphere, cheap drinks. Afterwards we hit up a place called Spin, basically your typical club bumping loud dance music. Except someone must have really souped up the subwoofers there, cause I could feel my internal organs vibrating just being near the dance floor. This is the one pic we took there:
Finally, Sunday was the game. We brought a bag of beers (yes, a bag) to the Metrodome and hung out around the stadium for a bit before heading in. The area outside the stadium was actually pretty cool, a big crowd of fans just chilling with beers and mingling. There were a decent number of Bears fans there too, which made for good times and trash talking.
Inside the dome was not as great. The building wasn't designed that well, and is kind of crappy overall. The one thing that you notice is how loud the place gets when the fans start to make noise. I think there have been rumors that the home teams use speakers to amplify the sound, but either way, the Metrodome is definitely one of the loudest sports venue I've been in. Comparable to when I was at Allstate Arena for the Illini-Arizona game a couple years ago, except that time had more to do with the excitement of the game situation.
The game itself was awesome (if you were a Bears fan). For those of you who missed it, they basically went back and forth on field goals for most of the game, then fell behind on a terrible interception return for TD thrown by Rex. We caught a break when the Vikings fumbled in their own territory, then Grossman somewhat redeemed himself with a pretty TD pass to put us ahead for good.
A couple pics of the field (ignore the random guy's big head):
So that was basically the trip. Oh yeah, and we stopped by a couple casinos, but I don't have pictures of those. There were some good times had there too though.
One other thing I thought was funny is that a lot of places have signs that say "We do not allow firearms on the premises". I guess there's no concealed weapon law in Minnesota, so they actually need to specify "no guns allowed" at the Metrodome or at the banks.
I took a road trip with some of the boys this weekend up to Minneapolis, mainly to watch the Bears play the Vikings on Sunday. Here's some pics from our mini vacation along with some of my thoughts thrown in...
We stayed at the Embassy Suites downtown, a nice 2-room suite. This is a pic of the "living room" area:
This is the view from our hotel window:
That's the Metrodome in the top left. I wish I could say there was more to the Minneapolis skyline, but that's honestly pretty much it.
We went to a sushi place called Nami, which was pretty good:
Walking back from dinner, we passed a place called "Gay 90's", so of course a picture needed to be taken in front of it.
Somehow, out of our group of 5, I was the only one who assumed that "Gay 90's" was a gay bar. For some reason, everyone else convinced themselves that it was just called "Gay 90's" but not really gay. Eventually, Piya looked up the place on the internet and confirmed that it was unequivocally a gay bar. But at the time, they had actually had me doubting my own common sense. "It has 'Gay' in the name! Doesn't anybody notice this? I feel like I'm taking crazy pills here!"
We stopped by the Mall of America for a bit. Not that impressed, basically just seemed like a bigger version of Woodfield, except with some carnival games in the middle. The Lego store was kind of cool though. A few pictures we took:
I like how Anuj looks puzzled as Chras is walking away in the last one. Oh, I almost forgot, I took a picture in front of the best store in the mall:
Saturday night, went out to a couple places. First was The Drink, which was a pretty nice bar, good atmosphere, cheap drinks. Afterwards we hit up a place called Spin, basically your typical club bumping loud dance music. Except someone must have really souped up the subwoofers there, cause I could feel my internal organs vibrating just being near the dance floor. This is the one pic we took there:
Finally, Sunday was the game. We brought a bag of beers (yes, a bag) to the Metrodome and hung out around the stadium for a bit before heading in. The area outside the stadium was actually pretty cool, a big crowd of fans just chilling with beers and mingling. There were a decent number of Bears fans there too, which made for good times and trash talking.
Inside the dome was not as great. The building wasn't designed that well, and is kind of crappy overall. The one thing that you notice is how loud the place gets when the fans start to make noise. I think there have been rumors that the home teams use speakers to amplify the sound, but either way, the Metrodome is definitely one of the loudest sports venue I've been in. Comparable to when I was at Allstate Arena for the Illini-Arizona game a couple years ago, except that time had more to do with the excitement of the game situation.
The game itself was awesome (if you were a Bears fan). For those of you who missed it, they basically went back and forth on field goals for most of the game, then fell behind on a terrible interception return for TD thrown by Rex. We caught a break when the Vikings fumbled in their own territory, then Grossman somewhat redeemed himself with a pretty TD pass to put us ahead for good.
A couple pics of the field (ignore the random guy's big head):
So that was basically the trip. Oh yeah, and we stopped by a couple casinos, but I don't have pictures of those. There were some good times had there too though.
One other thing I thought was funny is that a lot of places have signs that say "We do not allow firearms on the premises". I guess there's no concealed weapon law in Minnesota, so they actually need to specify "no guns allowed" at the Metrodome or at the banks.
Monday, August 21, 2006
The Aftermath
Had my first, hopefully not last, big gathering of 2006 at my place over the weekend, and it was a good time. Wish I could do it more often, but with my schedule lately, and everyone else's busy lives, it's hard to find a good day. Nevertheless, I'll try to make one more happen by the end of the summer.
Maybe next time we'll finally make it all the way around:
At least this time it spanned more than 1 picture. I went back through my blog to find last year's entry, and it looks like we didn't get nearly as far last time. (Here's the link in case you want to go back and see for yourself: http://dudo509.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_dudo509_archive.html#112415128383880099)
Kind of interesting that it was almost exactly 1 year ago, within a week. Since then I got some patio furniture, but that's about it.
While going through the archives to look for those pics, I read through some of my blogs from that time, which is always a little weird. I think I was actually a better writer and more entertaining back then compared to right now, not that it's saying much.
Had my first, hopefully not last, big gathering of 2006 at my place over the weekend, and it was a good time. Wish I could do it more often, but with my schedule lately, and everyone else's busy lives, it's hard to find a good day. Nevertheless, I'll try to make one more happen by the end of the summer.
Maybe next time we'll finally make it all the way around:
At least this time it spanned more than 1 picture. I went back through my blog to find last year's entry, and it looks like we didn't get nearly as far last time. (Here's the link in case you want to go back and see for yourself: http://dudo509.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_dudo509_archive.html#112415128383880099)
Kind of interesting that it was almost exactly 1 year ago, within a week. Since then I got some patio furniture, but that's about it.
While going through the archives to look for those pics, I read through some of my blogs from that time, which is always a little weird. I think I was actually a better writer and more entertaining back then compared to right now, not that it's saying much.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Sick Blog
One thing I've noticed over the years is that some of my most revealing moments of mental clarity seem to come when I'm sick. I don't know what it is, maybe it's a physiological thing where chemicals react to open up parts of my brain to function differently than normal, as my immune system takes over. Maybe it's the practical aspect of being forced to lie in bed, quietly and without distraction from TV, computer, or phone. Or maybe I'm not really thinking better, and I'm just mistaking delerious thoughts for clarity.
Anyways, as you may have assumed by now, I've been sick the last few days. Mostly just fever-like symptoms, but it did get bad enough at one point that I had to take time off from work, which I almost never do. At the risk of boring everyone else to the point that they start feeling sick from reading this, I thought I'd share some of the thoughts I had this time while fighting and recovering from my illness:
- Things in life have to change. This can be good or it can be bad. People often say "all good things must come to an end", and to be honest, I'm still not sure whether or not this statement is entirely true. But if it is true, well, I think it also has to mean that "all bad things must come to an end" as well. We just tend to not think of it that way as much.
- On the other hand, I forget which law of thermodynamics talks about entropy, but I'm learning more about how this applies to life. (For those who forgot all their chemistry, the concept of entropy basically says that the universe always heads toward disorder, unless extra energy is added to the situation. The example always used is that your bedroom always gets messier, unless you put in the work to clean it up).
As I think everyone our age would agree, life only gets tougher as you get older. The decisions you make become more and more critical, making every choice that much more stressful. The experiences you go through leave you with emotional baggage that never goes away, they only add up on top of one another. Financially, your expenses only get more burdensome and even though your salary grows, it gets harder and harder to save.
I often wish I could go back 5 years to being 21 again. But to borrow some words from Andy, life isn't like a video game. There's no reset button where you can start over whenever you want. Would be nice though.
- I also have to remind myself more lately, that money isn't everything. I know that it plays an important role in our society, and I'm not saying we should all become hippies. By the way, I'm not just talking about "cash moneeey" (cue Wilmer Valderrama), but materialism in general.
One thing I appreciate about my parents is that, even though they are Asian, and stereotypically stingy, they always raised me and my sister to not be too obsessed with money. I've always thought that one of the worst things that could happen to someone is for him/her to let their possessions own them. Though it should seem obvious, that the money we earn and the things we buy are there for our sake, the roles get reversed pretty easily and we end up becoming slaves to our possessions more frequently that it should happen.
Sometimes, with how much we spend on certain things, certain luxuries, we forget that these material goods are only objects. They may bring us temporary satisfaction but in the end, they can also cause us to lose track of things that are more important. Often times, like when I watch Cribs, I wonder if people simply spend money lavishly to distract themselves from what their heart truly longs for. Is each fancy car or added wing to their mansion merely another diversion to last them till the next?
And I guess that's what I fear about "letting your possessions own you". It becomes a problem when the monetary value of something overrules your better judgement and starts dictating the decisions you make. Deep down, I've always thought that I could have all the money in the world, all the luxuries that money could buy, but if it came at the cost of the values I was raised on, or caused me to lose certain people I loved, then I would never ever be happy.
I just hope I don't forget that. It gets tougher when you think about how hard you work for the money you make, how long it takes to save up those dollars, and how much some things you want are going to cost you. I'm pretty sure every one of us has at one point thought to themselves, "gosh, if I only had an extra $20K in my bank account, that would solve so many problems".
Would it, though? I mean, if every extra dollar you come across gets immediately sucked up by a new expense, what's the point? As Notorious BIG would say, the mo' money you come across, the mo' problems you see. It's up to us to recognize when enough is enough and take back control from material idols, nobody else can decide that for you. Eventually I'll probably write a full length blog on the downfalls of money, but I'll leave it at that for now.
- Taking a random 90 degree turn here, I was thinking about how a lot of the top actors in Hollywood are short. Tom Cruise is probably the first example that comes to mind, but I think a lot of other lead stars are shorter than we think. One that especially surprised me was Kiefer Sutherland, who I heard is only like 5'6 or so, and can only have other short actors/actresses cast in 24 so it doesn't make him look too small.
You'd think that in a cutthroat industry like the movie industry, casting would be so demanding that only the people who have all the "best" physical attributes could ever make it to the top. I know that a lot of it has to do with connections, but still. By any logical standard in showbusiness, being short has no advantage over being tall, at least when it comes to actors who play typical male lead roles. And I'm sure there's plenty of tall people out there who are good looking enough to audition for these same spots.
So it made me wonder if this phenomenon is a case of Napoleon Complex in modern day Hollywood? In other words, are these short actors succeeding in the industry because they've worked much harder than their taller counterparts, in order to compensate for their height? Has their "handicap" of being short caused them to pursue these roles more aggressively, hone their acting skills more diligently, and perhaps "whore" themseleves out more to make up for shortcomings?
Same explanation might apply to other areas, like ugly people succeeding in the radio world, or blind people becoming great musicians. Although the term "Napoleon Complex" tends to bear negative connotation, I'd argue that it might not be such a bad thing. So what if you are born with a disadvantage, and it causes you work harder, allows you to focus more on the things you are good at? It could result in success that you might have otherwise missed out on by the complacency of feeling like you're fine as it is. Of course, this is all good, assuming that your idea of "success" is not "starting wars and causing millions of unnecessary deaths in the late 18th-early 19th century".
(By the way, I found it interesting, as I was doing some additional reading on Napoleon Complex, that origin of the term was based on the assumption that Napoleon was unusually short, which was actually not true. By the typical standards of his day, Napoleon was of average height. So I guess he wasn't overcompensating for being short, the man was just a jerk who happened to also be a military genius.)
- The best part of getting sick, of course, is when you start to get better. You're still maybe a little groggy, muscles still sore, but you know your body is winning the battle and better times are ahead. I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure endorphins come into play here too. But it's uplifting not only physically - it's a great feeling mentally and emotionally too.
When I was driving home for lunch today, that's exactly how I felt. Still not 100%, but feeling good, even happier and more upbeat than when I am fully healthy. I know it sounds stupid and cheesy, but I compare it to a sunrise. The sun's not fully out, as it would be at high noon, and it's still fairly dark, but the view of the rising sun is more beautiful than anything. The long night made you appreciate the beauty of daylight that much more, and it feels even better because you know you have the whole day ahead of you to enjoy.
Being sick is the same way. When your head is throbbing, vision a little blurry, you're shivering and burning up simultaneously, and your stomach is turning itself inside out, those are all reminders of how nice it would be to be healthy again. As much as I hate the cliche, "puts things in perspective", that's really what it is. All those things that stress you out normally, worries and self-inflicted headaches from every day life, they all become much less significant.
Maybe it really is just those endorphins acting, or maybe it's prolonged delerium from the fever. But I really feel like nothing can bring me down, as bad as things may get in my little world. Things may not always go the way I think they should, or the way I want them to, but right now I can say "whatever happens, happens", and feel a renewed sense that everything will work out fine in the end. I guess sometimes, even being sick isn't such a bad thing after all.
But I'm just glad to be back, baby.
One thing I've noticed over the years is that some of my most revealing moments of mental clarity seem to come when I'm sick. I don't know what it is, maybe it's a physiological thing where chemicals react to open up parts of my brain to function differently than normal, as my immune system takes over. Maybe it's the practical aspect of being forced to lie in bed, quietly and without distraction from TV, computer, or phone. Or maybe I'm not really thinking better, and I'm just mistaking delerious thoughts for clarity.
Anyways, as you may have assumed by now, I've been sick the last few days. Mostly just fever-like symptoms, but it did get bad enough at one point that I had to take time off from work, which I almost never do. At the risk of boring everyone else to the point that they start feeling sick from reading this, I thought I'd share some of the thoughts I had this time while fighting and recovering from my illness:
- Things in life have to change. This can be good or it can be bad. People often say "all good things must come to an end", and to be honest, I'm still not sure whether or not this statement is entirely true. But if it is true, well, I think it also has to mean that "all bad things must come to an end" as well. We just tend to not think of it that way as much.
- On the other hand, I forget which law of thermodynamics talks about entropy, but I'm learning more about how this applies to life. (For those who forgot all their chemistry, the concept of entropy basically says that the universe always heads toward disorder, unless extra energy is added to the situation. The example always used is that your bedroom always gets messier, unless you put in the work to clean it up).
As I think everyone our age would agree, life only gets tougher as you get older. The decisions you make become more and more critical, making every choice that much more stressful. The experiences you go through leave you with emotional baggage that never goes away, they only add up on top of one another. Financially, your expenses only get more burdensome and even though your salary grows, it gets harder and harder to save.
I often wish I could go back 5 years to being 21 again. But to borrow some words from Andy, life isn't like a video game. There's no reset button where you can start over whenever you want. Would be nice though.
- I also have to remind myself more lately, that money isn't everything. I know that it plays an important role in our society, and I'm not saying we should all become hippies. By the way, I'm not just talking about "cash moneeey" (cue Wilmer Valderrama), but materialism in general.
One thing I appreciate about my parents is that, even though they are Asian, and stereotypically stingy, they always raised me and my sister to not be too obsessed with money. I've always thought that one of the worst things that could happen to someone is for him/her to let their possessions own them. Though it should seem obvious, that the money we earn and the things we buy are there for our sake, the roles get reversed pretty easily and we end up becoming slaves to our possessions more frequently that it should happen.
Sometimes, with how much we spend on certain things, certain luxuries, we forget that these material goods are only objects. They may bring us temporary satisfaction but in the end, they can also cause us to lose track of things that are more important. Often times, like when I watch Cribs, I wonder if people simply spend money lavishly to distract themselves from what their heart truly longs for. Is each fancy car or added wing to their mansion merely another diversion to last them till the next?
And I guess that's what I fear about "letting your possessions own you". It becomes a problem when the monetary value of something overrules your better judgement and starts dictating the decisions you make. Deep down, I've always thought that I could have all the money in the world, all the luxuries that money could buy, but if it came at the cost of the values I was raised on, or caused me to lose certain people I loved, then I would never ever be happy.
I just hope I don't forget that. It gets tougher when you think about how hard you work for the money you make, how long it takes to save up those dollars, and how much some things you want are going to cost you. I'm pretty sure every one of us has at one point thought to themselves, "gosh, if I only had an extra $20K in my bank account, that would solve so many problems".
Would it, though? I mean, if every extra dollar you come across gets immediately sucked up by a new expense, what's the point? As Notorious BIG would say, the mo' money you come across, the mo' problems you see. It's up to us to recognize when enough is enough and take back control from material idols, nobody else can decide that for you. Eventually I'll probably write a full length blog on the downfalls of money, but I'll leave it at that for now.
- Taking a random 90 degree turn here, I was thinking about how a lot of the top actors in Hollywood are short. Tom Cruise is probably the first example that comes to mind, but I think a lot of other lead stars are shorter than we think. One that especially surprised me was Kiefer Sutherland, who I heard is only like 5'6 or so, and can only have other short actors/actresses cast in 24 so it doesn't make him look too small.
You'd think that in a cutthroat industry like the movie industry, casting would be so demanding that only the people who have all the "best" physical attributes could ever make it to the top. I know that a lot of it has to do with connections, but still. By any logical standard in showbusiness, being short has no advantage over being tall, at least when it comes to actors who play typical male lead roles. And I'm sure there's plenty of tall people out there who are good looking enough to audition for these same spots.
So it made me wonder if this phenomenon is a case of Napoleon Complex in modern day Hollywood? In other words, are these short actors succeeding in the industry because they've worked much harder than their taller counterparts, in order to compensate for their height? Has their "handicap" of being short caused them to pursue these roles more aggressively, hone their acting skills more diligently, and perhaps "whore" themseleves out more to make up for shortcomings?
Same explanation might apply to other areas, like ugly people succeeding in the radio world, or blind people becoming great musicians. Although the term "Napoleon Complex" tends to bear negative connotation, I'd argue that it might not be such a bad thing. So what if you are born with a disadvantage, and it causes you work harder, allows you to focus more on the things you are good at? It could result in success that you might have otherwise missed out on by the complacency of feeling like you're fine as it is. Of course, this is all good, assuming that your idea of "success" is not "starting wars and causing millions of unnecessary deaths in the late 18th-early 19th century".
(By the way, I found it interesting, as I was doing some additional reading on Napoleon Complex, that origin of the term was based on the assumption that Napoleon was unusually short, which was actually not true. By the typical standards of his day, Napoleon was of average height. So I guess he wasn't overcompensating for being short, the man was just a jerk who happened to also be a military genius.)
- The best part of getting sick, of course, is when you start to get better. You're still maybe a little groggy, muscles still sore, but you know your body is winning the battle and better times are ahead. I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure endorphins come into play here too. But it's uplifting not only physically - it's a great feeling mentally and emotionally too.
When I was driving home for lunch today, that's exactly how I felt. Still not 100%, but feeling good, even happier and more upbeat than when I am fully healthy. I know it sounds stupid and cheesy, but I compare it to a sunrise. The sun's not fully out, as it would be at high noon, and it's still fairly dark, but the view of the rising sun is more beautiful than anything. The long night made you appreciate the beauty of daylight that much more, and it feels even better because you know you have the whole day ahead of you to enjoy.
Being sick is the same way. When your head is throbbing, vision a little blurry, you're shivering and burning up simultaneously, and your stomach is turning itself inside out, those are all reminders of how nice it would be to be healthy again. As much as I hate the cliche, "puts things in perspective", that's really what it is. All those things that stress you out normally, worries and self-inflicted headaches from every day life, they all become much less significant.
Maybe it really is just those endorphins acting, or maybe it's prolonged delerium from the fever. But I really feel like nothing can bring me down, as bad as things may get in my little world. Things may not always go the way I think they should, or the way I want them to, but right now I can say "whatever happens, happens", and feel a renewed sense that everything will work out fine in the end. I guess sometimes, even being sick isn't such a bad thing after all.
But I'm just glad to be back, baby.
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