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Do you ever crawl into bed on a Saturday afternoon and think, “this is the life.”

I thought so.

#napsarespiritual

Audio (MP3): 20180202 - Maggie and I talk bacon

I picked Maggie up from her mom’s and on a whim we did a quick, off the cuff podcast in my truck on the way back home.

There’s some background noise but that’s what happens when you’re recording while driving 45 mph. And yes, she was holding the phone and not me. Safety first kids.

Also, neither of us had prepared for this. Spontaneity in all its glory.

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Audio (MP3): 20180202 - Here's what happens when you unfriend someone

This showed up on my timeline just a little bit ago.

So Facebook “noticed” I unfriended somebody. I highly doubt if they just “noticed” anything. They KNOW our every move people. They track and follow said movements even when we’re not on their website or using their apps.

These social media overlords go so far as having shadow accounts of people that don’t have real, actual Facebook accounts. Oh yeah, it’s true. Your dead cousin who died back in 1996? Yep, he’s on Facebook but only FB knows this. Well, Instagram knows, too.

So they both know he was your cousin and that you guys went to Guacamole once for Spring Break. That’s what happens when you upload your contact list to Facebook. Don’t ever do that again.

“Noticed” — ha. They make it sound like Wimpy just noticed a hamburger on Tuesday. Facebook don’t just “notice” shit. They prob predicted I was gonna unfriend Sally days before I even considered it. They got their Machine Learning™ that studies who and how often I unfriend people and then use the algorithms to tie it all back to my dead cousin, Vinny.

Next their post says, “This means that they’ll no longer be able to see…” What am I five? I know what the hell happens when I unfriend someone. That’s why I unfriended them.

And then that last sentence, “Don’t worry, we won’t tell them that you’ve unfriended them.”

I’m surprised they didn’t throw in, “but we could.”

Just like when Luiz coulda ripped Blu’s throat out but didn’t…

youtube.com/watch?v=xCHSWEx6iX0

…but he coulda.

And finally, this team should change their name from “The Facebook Help Team” to the “Facebook Hamburger Helper Team” — at least that’d make more sense.

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Get your very own in St. Charles on West Main.

They also have the infamous Hamburger with Fries appetizer.

#photos #burritos

Audio (MP3): 20180202 - Communication, off the top of my head

Kidding aside, I mean what I say when I talk and write to people.

I try to be clear when I’m kidding but sometimes they don’t get it. Then I feel bad. Sometimes it’s understood when I’m joking but generally it isn’t with people I don’t know.

I do my best to be honest and direct. When something’s important I try to keep it short and to the point. Getting wordy can and usually does add confusion.

Sometimes I dance around a subject because I’m nervous. Worried about another’s reaction. Hopefully I’ll get there, get at what I’m trying to say.

When it’s obvious the other person is nervous I try to be patient and understanding. I don’t like being in their shoes anymore than they do.

Kidding aside again, I also take what other people say at face value and steer clear of reading more into it than I should. I don’t look for subliminal messages or other clues. I’m not Indiana Jones over here. I try to keep the paranoia on the shelf. It’s better for me not to be polishing my delusions and let them get dusty instead.

However, sometimes I take what somebody said the wrong way and then spend too much time up in my head. Then I act differently, change my behaviors and my attitudes toward them. And then later I find out that I was being just a little bit too neurotic and then feel like an ass.

Sometimes I just don’t like the response I get from people. Sometimes it hurts my feelings. People aren’t always going to shower me with goodwill and compliments. I need to hear both “yes” and “no” to be a complete human being.

More often than not what another is saying is apparent. But maybe not. Sometimes I don’t understand exactly what they mean. Then I ask questions so I can.

Sometimes people expect me to read between the lines. I’m not good at that.

“I was dropping hints!”

Well, okay but I’m dense. It’s too easy to make assumptions and make mistakes. My longstanding, most prominent fiascos have miscommunication swirling around in there somewhere.

This isn’t directed at anyone because that would render pretty much everything I just wrote as false. When I write things like this it’s to help clarify things for me. Set goals, set bars that I want to reach. Outline the plan of who I want to be.

Once I learned that I need to be less of a mind reader and more of a good communicator, my relationships got 100% better. I freed up so much more time to enjoy them rather than trying to win, rather than trying to figure everything out.

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One time when I was 10 or 11 I spilled grape juice on my white t-shirt before school. So I did what you’re supposed to do and hid it behind my dresser.

#confessional

Happy Friday, peeps, this second of February.

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I hate the word “pontificating.” Don’t ever say that.

#wordsmith #allislost

I set a 10 second delay on my phone and let it take random pictures on the way home from work. This was my favorite. I have no idea what I was thinking about other than it must’ve been something good.

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