The Exploits of a TurboGeek!

Yeah, I’m behind on my writing. Now that’s out of the way, on to today’s topic…

Every night, I fight a pitched battle against sleep. Not because I dislike sleep. I love it. No, I hate giving up the day, and conceding to fatigue. Of course, once I get into bed, I hate getting out of it. Not that I dislike mornings (or afternoons for that matter), they’re fine in my book. I just like being in bed once I get there. I spend much of my time fighting off change to states that I generally enjoy equally as much as the state I’m currently in. In short, I hate change.

I was pondering this today. I need to move, you see. My lease is up in about a month, and I want to have a new apartment for a variety of reasons. So, after work, I went out to a neighborhood I somewhat liked, and tried to find an apartment. Of course, none were evident, so I drove around a while, and then headed to the city center, remembering that I sometimes saw realtor listings there.

Wandering around there, I started feeling depressed. It was cold. I was lonely. I was hungry. I couldn’t find any realtor listings, yet I recall seeing them everywhere in times when I was not in search of an apartment. Why was my life so miserable? Maybe I should just stay in the apartment I had, despite that it did not suit me. Maybe I should go home right now and take a nap.

“That won’t do.” I thought. I’d still be hungry at home (though warmer and possibly asleep). I’d still have an apartment that didn’t suit me. I was being a coward. So, I bought a pretzel. Next I saw the bratwurst vendor by the bank and headed in that direction. Then I recalled that the realtor listings were usually by the bank, so I read them while I munched on my bratwurst.

Things were looking up. So, as I wandered back to my car, I pondered my situation. So easily I was thrown into despair by cold and hunger. How do I make Germany more my home so that I am not so apt to despair? How do I put down roots like I did in LA, so that I have more personal resources to help me through trying changes like finding a home, or a car and so on?

“Hi, uh. Hi. American?” a young man asked me… “Yeah.” I replied, cognizant of the fact that about 4 minutes prior I denied the ability to speak both German and English to a mendicant in search of coin.

“I’m with the Church of Latter Day Saints. Perhaps you’ve heard of us before?” He began after trying in vain to find out why it was I was in Germany, and for how long. “Yeah, I’m not interested. Good luck to you.” I said, and pressed on.

As I walked away, I was tempted to think that the unexpected appearance of a missionary while I was contemplated my life a sign. Then, I thought about all the times I was approached in a similar manner while not in a state of emotional weakness, and decided to chalk it up to probability.

Then I pondered the meaning of the whole thing, and thought it would be a good thing to put in my blog. After I wrote this far, I thought the rest of what I thought up on the matter would be pretty boring and decided to stop here. For now at least.

I have a bunch to write about, and I haven’t even tried to compose any of it. Then, Yelnad tagged me, so I’m compelled to write. So, here we go…

The first player of this game starts with the topic “five of your weirdest habits” and people who get tagged are asked to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as include this blurb. At the end of the entry about your weirdest habits, you choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You have been tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

1. Like Yelnad and Craige, I am also a compulsive reader. If there are words in front of me, I read them. What is worse, is that I read everything I see, in every direction. Up, Down, and backwards (through windows or in mirrors)… And the absolute worst part about it, is that I don’t always know I do it, so I find words floating around in my head, because I have read them on something, and then can’t figure out the context that put them in my head.

2. I hate making noise. When I walk, I roll my feet, so that there isn’t a loud heel strike. When I run up stairs, I carefully land on every stair, so that I can do it as quietly as possible. More than once, I’ve decided not to wear/purchase garments, because they’d make too much noise when I move around.

3. I am a sucker for anything that glows in the dark. If given the choice between a normal something, and a something of the same nature that glows in the dark, I will almost invariably pick the glow in the dark version.

4. I like to take things apart. I secretly look forward to my stuff beginning to fail, because it means I will have an excuse to take it apart. It can’t get any worse if it is already broken. What is best, is if I can repair it then keep it working.

5. I’m very logical. People sometimes get annoyed at me for being too logical (this is probably all public information). The secret is: Sometimes my keen sense of logic pisses me off too. Sadly, I know I’m being illogical by being annoyed, so whatever logic function is pissing me off still wins. Even when I remind myself of a very good quote: “Logic is just a methodology for failing with confidence.” I still go ahead, and confidently fail.

Who to tag… Well, I only have two blogs listed in addition to Yelnad. So, I’m tagging Krissythang and Fasolo. Anyone else who wants to tell a secret is welcome to leave them in the comment-field.