October 6, 2008

Vegas/Blog Update

Well I know it’s been a while since updates. A lot of it has been due to the fact that my laptop committed suicide on itself like 1.5 months ago. Luckily I was brilliant enough to buy a 5 yr warrenty ( i was wondering 5 yrs ago who in their right mind would buy a 5 yr warrenty…) I just got my laptop back so i couldn’t really blog even if i wanted to. Though honestly I really don’t have too much to blog about.  I want this blog to be something meaningful to me but man I got nothing but trivia ish to say. My life here in vegas is a lot of fun but expensive. I haven’t turned into the degenerate that i imagined that i would turn into by living here not like i was a stand up cat to begin with. I can say that I am happy. I’m not bored out of my mind like I was on the reservation. I’m learning a lot at my site here in vegas. I’m working out. I got my girl back. I get to watch sports on TV on a regular basis. I have internet. A lot of things are going good for me. I feel like i’m progressing in life. I feel like i’m becoming a better person.  It’s a good feeling I ain’t gonna lie. My days are usually busy and thus my mind doesn’t wander and think about things to blog about. (i guess it’s a good or bad thing)

Basically my shit is boring. You’ll know when drama comes around. I’ll be back.

September 17, 2008

5 Questions

I read a pretty decent article today… and since I haven’t posted in a while I thought I’ll share.

If I could offer you free of charge 5 questions guaranteed to improve the quality of your life, make you happier, less likely to get into arguments, more likely to reach your goals and be more popular with other people, would you be interested in hearing them?

Of course you would, who wouldn’t? After all, they’re free and it doesn’t get much cheaper than that.

Well actually there is a slight catch. Yes they’re free and yes they’ll do all I claim and more, but only if you commit to embedding them so deeply into your neurology by constant and conscious repetition that they become second nature.

Then and only then, will they allow you to make the kind of quantum shift in your life that has your friends thinking your body has been invaded by a very clever, charismatic and slightly easier to get along with space alien.

1. What Else Can This Mean?

As a human being you have developed your own way of looking at things. You see the world through a filter or lens built up and fine-tuned on your beliefs and values. As such you only ever see your own reality, never reality itself.

It’s taken you years to build up your own filter and because of that you’ll often try and hang on to it for grim death, sometimes in the face of overwhelming contrary evidence.

It’s not that you’re an unreasonable person because everybody is the same to a greater or lesser degree. Every single person has their own filter and has their own difficulties accepting that they are one of over 6 billion realities.

You can separate yourself from your automatic repetitive way of thinking though by asking yourself with a genuine sense of curiosity, one simple question.

“What else can this mean?”

That one question forces you to look for alternate ways of viewing things.

Your partner being late for a date may mean he hates you and doesn’t respect you, or it may mean he got stuck in traffic. That headache you’ve had for 2 days may be a tumor the size of a grapefruit, or it may mean you’ve been overdoing the caffeine.  That abuse that your boss just hurled at you may mean you’re a worthless piece of garbage, or it may mean his wife has just left him and he’s taking it out on you.

Often we don’t know what the reality of the situation is. Think of how many times in your life what seemed like a terrible event turned out to be a huge blessing in the fullness of time. What if we treated everything (within reason) like that and kept asking, “What else can this mean?” “What else can this mean?” “What else can this mean?” until we find an answer that makes us feel good?

Some people say that’s not realistic. I say what’s realism and if you can set your own, why on earth wouldn’t you want to?

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”  ~ Albert Einstein

2. Who Can Help Me?

In terms of setting and achieving goals, too many people get wrapped up in the “How can I do this?” mode of thinking. That can be useful and I know many people have reached their goals by purely taking that approach.

However, there is an easier and quicker way and that’s to ask yourself, “Who can help me?”

Whatever it is you want to do, it’s almost certain that somebody has done it before (or at least something very similar). Find out how they accomplished it and model them. Speak to them if possible and learn from their successes and their mistakes. If there is no option to speak directly (always tricky with dead people), read up on them and talk to people that may have known them.

There’s no need to reinvent the wheel just remember, the quickest route to success is to follow a beaten path.

“Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.” ~ Douglas Adams

3. What Am I Grateful For?

Try and stifle that eye roll and yawn for just one moment. I know the whole attitude of gratitude thing has become more clichéd than a drunken Oscar winners acceptance speech, but there is a reason for that. It’s because it’s incredibly, awesomely, stunningly (insert over the top adjective of your choice here) powerful.

I once requested a client’s wife to ask her husband at least 10 times a day the question “What are you grateful for?” He was to reply with a different answer every time. “How long should we do it for” she asked me. “For at least 40 years” I replied

I was being a bit glib, but not that much because there was a serious message behind what I was saying. If you can’t think of 10 new things each day to be grateful for you’re not looking hard enough because they’re out there.

The act of searching our minds for things that we’re grateful for is a brilliant state changer. It will improve your mood, make you feel more resourceful and stop any thoughts of self-pity that can lead toward developing a victim mindset creeping in

“He who does not thank for little will not thank for much.”  ~ Estonian Proverb

4. What’s My End Game?

Would you set off in your car with no idea where you were going, why you were going there or when you were likely to get back?

I suppose you may do that once in a while for a bit of spontaneity, but it’s not something many people this side of sane do on a regular basis.

Yet we often get drawn into situations with absolutely no idea of what we want to achieve. For example, have you ever been in an argument intent on proving the other person wrong? Did it ever pan out like you hoped it would? Did they thank you afterwards for making them look like a complete idiot? Did they go on to compliment you on your dazzling intellect, rapier like wit and mention how lucky they were to know you? I suspect not.

I have been a soccer for fan for almost 40 years. In that time I have seen hundreds, if not thousands of games either live or on TV. More times than I care to remember I have seen players surround a referee after a penalty kick has been awarded. They jostle, intimidate and harass in an attempt to get him to change his mind.

The really weird thing is that I have NEVER seen a referee do a volte-face. Never heard of one saying, “Thanks for pointing out that I have the visual acuity of a mole guys. Now I think about it I think you may be right and the ball was out of play before the tackle. Let me change my mind and award a goal kick instead”

Yet even bearing that in mind, the protests go on.  If each one of those players asked themselves what their end game was (to get the penalty overruled) and then realized they would never achieve it, they might save some breath and get on with the game. On the other hand, these are soccer players we’re talking about and not chess grandmasters, so may be not.

Next time you find yourself about to get involved in a disagreement, ask yourself “What’s my end game?” You’ll probably realize it isn’t to spend 2 hours quarrelling about who invited the in-laws round for dinner, resulting in you saying lots of things you don’t really mean, the net result of which is you spending a night on the couch.

“If you wouldn’t write it and sign it, don’t say it.”  ~ Earl Wilson

5. What Can I Learn From This?

In my experience one of the things that separates the super-successful from the rest of us mere mortals, is the ability of the former group to learn from their mistakes. In fact I’d go further than that and say it’s not just to learn from them, but also to embrace them.

They see a failure as feedback. They know that it’s impossible to be really successful without failing a lot, so they want to fail and fail fast.

Think of any negative situation you have been in recently that didn’t go your way. Now ask yourself “What can I learn from it?”

In any situations there will be something that you can learn and if you can take those lessons forward and avoid replicating them in the future then you have extracted a positive from a negative.

Never leave the scene of a ‘failure’ without taking a positive from it and the good news is, they are always in there if you look hard enough.

“You always pass failure on your way to success.”  ~Mickey Rooney

September 1, 2008

Forgiveness

Another one of those things that are easier to say but way harder to do. Shit can get a little tricky and pretty confusing. I wish there was a “Morals For Dummies” book i can flip through. (There probably is actually. I’m just not looking hard enough).

I believe in 2nd chances. I really do. Take it from me i’m not a dude that gets it right usually on the first try. We all should get second chances. The thing is very thin line between forgiveness and being an idiot. And i don’t want to be an idiot. Who does really?

I think the big guy upstairs is the best example in showing us how to forgive. Supposively you can do any crazy damn thing you want and at the end of the day if you say you’re sorry everything is all good. Actually I don’t really buy that. No wait a minute, actually i think I do but it but it goes deeper than just saying you’re sorry or him thinking everything is all good. It’s one thing to forgive and forget and it’s another thing to forgive and be upset or maybe a better word is disappointed. And i think that’s the catch. You can ask for his forgiveness and he’ll give it you but i’m pretty sure he ain’t gonna be happy about especially if you go out and do the same shit you’re sorry about the next day and the next day. B/c really if you keep doing the same ish over again are you really sorry. I think maybe he doesn’t really forgive more or less he just understands. He understands that life is hard and we get confused and we f’up. But to really forgive I think he wants to see change. I relate it to myself. When i pray at the end of the night and ask for my forgiveness for my sins, ranging from my potty mouth to flicking random strangers off for kicks and giggles, I find myself asking forgiveness about the same things over and over again. Then I ask myself am i really sorry for what I done and the answer is usually… yes. But it’s usually not strong enough to change whatever I’m doing. But sometimes on a rare occasion a light bulb clicks and I realize enough is enough and I do change and I realize that I am truly sorry. Sorry enough to get better. To do instead of just say and I think that’s what he’s looking for and he can forgive without being disappointed. He moves from just having empathy for your situation to true forgiveness. (*Note I have no idea what i’m talking about since i’m not a theologist)

I think that’s what i’m looking for as well. Then again I shouldn’t be comparing my moral character with God himself. But I do want to forgive without disappointment. Or maybe I just don’t want to look like an idiot or a big pussy. (that’s probably it… we have a winner) I think the thing about giving out second chances is that you can give out a third chance unless you first give out a second and you can’t give out a fourth chance unless you give out a third. You follow? There ain’t no cliche’s about giving out third and fourth chances. That’s what i’m scared of. That’s the risk i suppose. But there’s a saying (it might be from Dr. Phil…. now you know this might be the worst post in the history of posts) “Would you rather be right or be happy?”

And i choose to be happy. Which probably means I’m gonna have to for go my pride and just understand and be disappointed until something changes so i can really forgive. I’m serious they need some sort of manual or something for ish like this.

August 22, 2008

Patience

There are few things I hate in this world and one of them is waiting. Maybe that’s why i’m always late to things. Better to have someone wait for me then me having to wait for them. Selfish I know. Egocentric probably yes. Nevertheless it is what it is. I think a lot of it is relatated to what i, myself, considered to be a good day. Meaning when i go to bed at night and reflect on what I did that day, what makes me go, “Damn, that was a good day.” I think i find a lot of enjoyment in cramming as many things possible in one day. When i go to bed at night i can list off all the ish i did that day like a checklist. Check! Check! Check! “Man i did so much stuff… it has to be a good day.” (Now great days are different animal but i think this is my thought process on how to make an average day good)

Now the urge to do as much as I can: to have fun, to be successful, to learn, to get better is probably all well and good but it doesn’t make me the most patient of people. I think patience comes in many forms: patience with other people, patience with yourself, and patience with life. I admit that I can lose patience with other people (contrary to popular belief). I cringe when people don’t get things as fast as I do. When patients don’t do what I say after i tell them what to do in 5 cleverly different ways I get frustrated. I lose patient with bratty kids and over bearing parents. I lose patience with my well meaning parents that just want to do the right thing. I lose patience with friends that want to help but just don’t really understand exactly what i’m thinking. I lose patience with the same friends that ask for advice and do the exact opposite of what advice was given. I lose patience with girls that want me to read their mind without giving me a clue. I lose patience when i feel like the world is crashing down on me and when I’m having just one of those days. I lose my sense of peace. My inner chi.

I feel like my patience with myself I’m better at. I know my strengths and weaknesses (one of my better characteristics). I can tell about the stuff I need to work. I can figure out my wants and needs. I can tell my addictions and I think my perspective on most things are very solid. Now what I do with this knowledge is debatable but even when I mess up I can’t really blame ignorance. I do know better. Just sometimes I choose not to. (Maybe that’s why people lose patience with me. They know i can do better)

Patience with life is one of the areas in my life where I know I have a weakness in. I think it’s a problem of all young people. (If you don’t think i’m young i will hunt you down.) The concept of being absolutely patient is like waiting. It goes against a lot of things I believe in and want. ANd mostly I want things NOW. If it’s good things I want them NOW so i can enjoy them. If they are bad things I want them NOW so i can fix them. But just waiting is painful. Waiting without any progess what so ever is something so very hard for me. I can’t even sit without shaking my leg like it’s having a convulsive seizure. I think the reason why this type of patience is so difficult to do b/c it requires confidence that you are making the right choice. Belief that the outcome will be all right and faith that things are completely out of your hands. Now that’s tough. I don’t really ever feel the need to hit home runs consistently all the time in terms of my progress but I’m a big believer in taking baby steps in the right directions. I like hitting singles everyday. (call me ichiro)

But doing absolutely nothing is something not in my nature… to let go and say forget about completely is something not in my system. However, I’m not dumb. I know I need this ability to be able to navigate through life’s uncharted waters. I know i need the ability to be flexible in life fore some situations demands different approachs to be handled ideally. I know that being patient and letting go is one of them. For example, if your 15 year daughter starts to become lets say a 15 year daughter (god i hope i don’t have kids until i’m like 35. *knock on wood*). There is really nothing you can do about. Letting go having faith that you taught her a good foundation of moral behavior is probably all you can hope. Then you gotta let go or you’re gonna push them away. Stuff like that.

The concept is important. I’m gonna have to beat this. But i’m not gonna like it.

Not a bit.

August 17, 2008

Inadequacies

So if I ever hit a dry spell in the thought department i’m gonnna repost some old xanga retread posts here so I have all my fave posts on one site. If you already read them I really don’t care. Suck it up!

For example this one…

A little background info: I wrote this entering my 2nd year of opto school (2 yrs goes by so fast when you’re not having fun). I think it’s a good reflection of our struggles of being in our early to mid twenties. Some more background is that I failed my first midterm of the quarter. Like really failed it. Damn Dr. Marran and Psychophysics 2. I ended up with an A in the class though by keeping my head up and believing. I just described the start and end of that journey. The middle portion can be best explained by this entry. This is probably one of my favorite all time post. If every one of my posts are like this I would quit the eye ball business and be a major league blogger. I wonder how much they make?

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“Inadequacies” are the lack of qualities to fulfill a certain need or requirement

The word is a complicated subject. I know all about inadequacies… especially considering the fact that I spend the last five minutes trying to figure out how to spell the freaking word. It’s a tricky lil bastard. Actually it’s not really. I just don’t sound ish out…

Inadequacies are signs suggesting you might fail. They are your tendencies to remind you that you are not perfect. They creep in little doubts in your mind telling ya that you can very possibly F up. That you can fail.

We all got inadequacies even if we don’t want to admit it and we all deal with them in different ways. Sometimes we let them cripple us in fear of doing something we want to do. Sometimes we front, lie and deceive that they are not there so we can pretend to yourself and to others that we have our shit together. There are probably other ways too but uhhh I/m under a time crunch.

To be honest with you I’m talking about all this because I get scared sometimes. Scared that I might lose something I care, dream or strive for. Because maybe it might take just one test, one boss, one girl or even one stranger to say that I can’t have it. That Steve, you are not good enough. We all know what to do when this happens though… when you fall you pick yourself back up. (Alfred from Batman Begins is a wise old man). However, before you actually fall the anticipation and the fear that goes with falling is nerve wracking enough. Damn might be even worse than actually falling. Cause it can seriously drive you a lil batty. Because when you are in the process in doing some of life’s big things say a degree, career, or a relationship. You are never quite sure what you are actually doing until after you’re done it. People can be as confident as they want but in reality we are all scared that maybe our inadequacies, our weakness; our occasional (or not so occasional) moments of mental retardedness might expose the fact that we don’t know we’re doing. Expose the fact that we don’t belong. That you can’t keep up. Expose the fact that you’re in the process of trying and also maybe in worst case scenario in the process of failing.

Really I can’t figure out a way to beat the system. To get over the moments of “man I’m not cut out for this.” “This” meaning a whole range of possibilities. I guess the only alternative is to just to realize you have these feeling and it’s OK to have moments where you are scared ishless.

August 9, 2008

Welcome to Las Vegas!

I’m officially moved into my new pad in Vegas for my 2nd rotation for optometry school. I got a sweet deal for a 5 bedroom house with three of my classmates (woohoo I’m not alone anymore) in the middle of Vegas’ Chinatown district. I didn’t even know Las Vegas had a Chinatown. Whatever though. But I am excited about being here. The possibilities are endless and though I was originally thinking about getting sick of the overstimulation that Vegas provides, I think I found a new found respect and appreciation for city life. That’s the truth right there.

A disclaimer though is that being here might affect regular posting of this blog. Who cares? I don’t know. Like I said originally this blog was suppose to be a way to vent, to express my thoughts, and wrestle with my inner demons. Kind of like an intellectual journey or something cheesy like that. It was something so I can look back and learn and remember from. I do this semi-publicly so it might be something that other people can learn from too or at the very least think about. (also I won’t take the time to finish sentences and edit typos if I wrote it just to myself. I am lazy ok.) The blog was not to let people know that I went to Mickey D’s for lunch yesterday and ordered the 20 piece chicken nuggets (yes I am a fattie). It wasn’t meant to be for trivial BS. Well at least not constant amounts of it. At the end of the day, I want to be able to sit down and enjoy each and every post… not to have to read some fluff piece just b/c i felt like posting something.

In saying this, I don’t really plan on having too many deep personal thoughts during my time here. My goal is to learn, enjoy, and have some stupid amounts of fun. Basically to overload on trivial BS =D. Then get sick of that and look for the balance that I strive for when I am ready. I did enough thinking to last myself a good while the last few months. Hopefully I am done with that (For those that know me you can probably tell that I am so lying to myself =p).

But we shall see what happens…

You know where to find me,

Steve

August 8, 2008

End of an era

and that era is what i would call the Pinon Chapter.

First off I must admit that the last few months have been one of the most difficult times of my young life (top three at least… sneaking up to top two oh i also admit that this post is super long… Me gots some free time). The isolation, the solitude, the inner struggle, and personal conflict all caused me to lose my way… well a least for a bit. It’s been a long time since I can recall that I didn’t believe in me. Take from this what you want but I’m guessing most of you (the 2 people that might read this) will assume that this all has to do with some inter-personal drama. True, it might have been the start of things but really it boils down to my own internal struggle. The conflict between my dreams, my frustrations, what I believe in and what I think is right. But slowly but surely, with the help of some family/friends (thx) I pieced my way back together. And though I still feel like I have a “Please Handle with Care” sticker across my forehead, I am at a point where I can at least fake having my shit together and that’s all I ask for. The rest should fall into place with time.

(the yellow dots indicates human life. Notice the big red dot with not a lot of yellow dots around it… that’ll be me)

So for those out of the loop and asking where is Pinon and why am I here? Pinon is in the northeastern part of Arizona. It’s a “city” in the middle of the Navajo Indian reservation and I am here for my 4th year internship for optometry school. Think of the Navajo reservation like a donut. All the good stuff like the frosting and sprinkles are on the outside of the donut (off the reservation) and in the center is nothing. I live in the center of donut… Enough said. (though it doesn’t take 3.5 hours to drive from the center of a donut to the frosting just to get some groceries) I remember like yesterday when i first came to pinon driving on a dirt road for 25 miles (i thought my tires would be shot but i made it). I didn’t have much of a choice to be here actually. My cards got basically dealt for me. But I did know going to the res was going to make me a better doctor and I thought that helping some people that really needed my help would be rewarding in itself. I thought it could turn out to be an extended mission trip of some sort. The trade off of course was the isolation and loneliness. I always enjoyed being by myself so I thought 3 months of this would be no problem. Some quality time with Steve (me) might actually do me some good. Shoot I’m from Bellingham I grew up doing nothing for the first 18 years of my life. I am a pro at doing nothing. I thought if anyone could handle this I could. The catch was I learned that choosing to be alone is different than having to be alone. If you choose to stay in a Friday night that’s one thing and if you’re sad and lonely that’s your own bad. Having to stay in every night b/c there is no other alternative is a different scenario. There was no other option but to be with me and that was the catch and I think that’s what made it hard. Also cracking my head open and not having anyone know for weeks is also a scary thought

But first off (I think I already said something about being first off…) the isolation didn’t cause this difficult period. Pinon didn’t cause my struggle. It just didn’t help. It’s kind of like if something’s on fire and you put some gasoline over it. The stuff is already on fire but the gas for damn sure doesn’t help anything. It just makes it worse.

Secondly, even though I would gladly forget what ever happened here (which I probably will) I did learn a few things. *Side note: I would like to note that I hate writing lists b/c whenever I look back and read these entries I always cringe for some reason when I read a list.

Here’s what I take from the last few months:

- I learned that things can change in your life in an instance.

- I learned that sometimes winning the battle doesn’t necessarily win the war. Meaning if i really got what i wanted I might be happy now but would I be happy next month, next yr, 50 yrs from now? Probably not . So big picture wise I have gained some perspective. It hurts that I can be impatience sometimes.

- I learned that big picture stuff is all well and good but it conflicts with the last thing I learned (see first bullet above). Meaning it’s hard to plan big picture stuff when all your plans can be left into a cluttered mess in a hurry. This back and forth debate leads me to my next point…

- I learned that circular logic can drive a man freaking insane. Which leads me to my next point…

- I learned that I can in fact go crazy. (and let me tell you it’s not a good look for me)

-I learned that if you think you’re crazy you’re probably not really that crazy.

- I learned why people talk to themselves.

- I learned that if you ever want to consistently lose at a game, play the “What if…” game. I can guarantee you’ll lose every time.

-I have learned (continuingly) that I can’t control/understand every thing. That I have to let go, shrug my shoulders, and say “F it.”

- I have learned, however, that I really really want to understand every thing; which leads me to some unnecessary problems… which is my own bad.

- I have learned a little something about forgiveness of myself and others.

- I learned that D and S are too damn close together on the keyboard.

- I learned that my lucky necklace ran out of it’s lucky pimp juice.

- I learned that i am freaking sick of slow slappy love songs (call me ne-yo). Too bad that consists of 75% of my collection. If there ever was a time and place for gangsta rap music this would be one of them.

- I learned to get a grip on some vices/addictions. 3 months of purification… then uhhhh off to vegas.

- I learned that I still like what I do even when i’m out in a 3rd world county. Believe me it is a 3rd world country. Half the natives don’t have running water and a lot still live on dirt floors with no indoor plumbing. Basically I still dig optometry which is a good thing.

- I have learned what it is like living with people that really have no hope. Most people here have nothing to live for or maybe a better term to use is people don’t have anything to really strive for. There are no jobs and no big hopes or dreams. People are content in popping babies and collecting government checks. It’s a sad state of affairs.

- I learned that I am sick of eating tuna fish. Tuna casserole, tuna pasta, tuna with rice, tuna sandwich… I’m sick of it!

- I learned that the NBA is a soulless entity and they took something from me that i love dearly. I also freely admit I’m a weak man cause i will continue to watch NBA basketball. Weird how the Sonics leaving would be just a small blip on my emotional well being.

- I learned that I really really like cell phone service and this is from a guy that doesn’t really like talking on the phone or checking my voice mail. I really do appreciate it now. I heart you cellie.

-On a lighter note (you can’t take yourself too seriously), I learned about every line from 2 Fast 2 Furious. The techs have playing the movie on repeat in the reception area everyday since July 15. The navajos love their Paul Walker. Honestly I don’t blame them. Dude is dreamy. Still the best part is when Tyrese takes his shirt off just to punch a car window. Gangsta

- I learned to appreciate being normal again. My mind was 5 millions miles away from whatever task I was doing for a good month. It’s nice to be able to focus, laugh, and smile instead of being mopey, sad, and depressed. It’s nice to be in the present instead of in the reminiscing on the past or pondering the future. It’s just good to be me again. I miss a lot of things but i think i miss that the most.

-I learned that how my perspective on the world and how to live my life is probably different than most. My views on relationships and friendships and family might be a little outside the box but when I talk to most people they all want the same old thing. It makes you wondering if i should follow the herd. Then i see the same people failing, heartbroken, and struggling… looking for a magic piece to fix their problems. There has to be a better way. Not saying my way is the best. It leads to different probs all on their own but I think it’s a step in a more positive direction.

- I learned (well I already knew but this reconfirmed things in a big way) is I think wayyyyy toooo damn much. Which I think makes things fresh and interesting but also makes me a tortured soul.

That’s all for now. Anything else that I can think of is getting lamer and lamer. Now if someone was going to ask if I regret my decision in coming out here I would probably say I don’t know. Which is pretty rare for me because usually I am a type of dude that rarely regrets anything, But if I had to compare what I gained to what I lost I don’t know which side comes out a head. I think I’ll get a better perspective next quarter when I when I can see the difference in how much I learned here compared to anywhere else. I can’t imagine doing more than what I did here. I mean the last pt I saw ever was an undiagnosed 30 year old female with a posterior and anterior cataract and RP (night blindless). Pretty cool stuff. Like really will i see more than 343 pts in one quarter? ( I think i saw that many combined last year and that includes the 100 so pts in optical that i made up… i swear everyone does) And at the end of the day it is what it is and hopefully I remember these life lessons (hence why I wrote them down in the first place) so I can use them again when need be.

Now it’s time to get the heck out of herrrreee.

Next up:

Vegas!

August 5, 2008

Let’s talk about crazy

When I think about crazy I think of a few things:

A. I think of that Gnarls Barkley song….. “I think you’re crazzzzy just like meeeee”

B. I don’t think of myself

I consider myself a pretty cool customer. I think Andree 3000 said it best, “I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenail.” (I’m trying to see how many obscure hip-hop references can fit into one post) Not saying i dont freak out from time to time but for the most part I’m pretty easy going guy and usually let life come to me. I think a lot of this is because i do my best to understand the other side of the situation, also i think i’m a pretty rational dude, and other part is that i figure that most things are not worth stressing over in the first place. Lately though there has been moment where I think I have lost it. I thought and did things that defied logic and rationality. And that freaked me out… which probably added fuel to the fire so to speak. Nevertheless, I am back to being sane Steve but it got me thinking a little. What is crazy? I mean when you go talk to your boys and say “Man that chick is freaking crazy!” What does that mean? I think being crazy is doing or thinking things that don’t make sense. That on paper it’s not safest decision. Or simply it’s just plain nuts. I think being crazy is when you tell your friends something you’re about to do and they give you that “wtf look.” But is being crazy always a bad thing. I mean i’m glad i have my head on straight but really looking back on things I’m glad i have the ability to go a bit crazy. I thought i didn’t have it in me. Logic and rationality will only take you so far in life. I think you need a lil crazy in ya to take some stupid ass risks. Stupid ass risk that could have land you hard on your face but if things pan out you’ll rake in a bigger prize than you ever would playing it safe and sound all the time. I mean when a girl calls you like 10 times a day after you just met them you’re going to be thinking to yourself that, “man this girl is crazzzy.” Common sense would obviously tell you that she is playing “the game” all wrong. However, one girl might come a long and call you 10 times a day and you wouldn’t think she’s crazy b/c you want her to call you that many times. And logically is that still healthy? No but you don’t give a damn.

I think crazy is relative. If crazy is reciprocated than you have no problems. If crazy isn’t reciprocated than you do have problems. If someone is stalking you outside of your apartment and you’re not into that type of freaky role playing than you probably have probs and you probably have a “crazy” outside of your apartment. Now that is an example of some extreme craziness. That’s borderline psychotic nutso. I’m sure there is a balance to this but I’m figuring that I’m glad that I have a lil crazy in my repertoire b/c w/o a lil crazy you won’t be able to take risk, have faith in others, fall in love, believe in god and all those things require the ability to be a lil crazy. B/c those things don’t fall into the realm of being logical and rational no matter how hard you try.

p.s. Speaking of crazy some guy got shot outside of our clinic parking lot today and our whole clinic was on lock down for the afternoon. Now that’s crazy crazy. I won’t be able to explain that one but i’ll definitely give that guy a “wtf” look if i ever get the chance.

August 1, 2008

First Dr. Redo

Today was the first time in about a year and a half that I had to redo a pair of glasses that I prescribed. This one wasn’t my fault i swear. One of my struggles lately is to realize that i’m not always right but damn it i was this time.

Typical teenage native comes in last month with his usual crap loads of near sightedness (-5.00 ish) and buckets of astigmatism(-4.oo ish) seeing around 20/30. Not that great but not that bad. To get him down to 20/20 (which is good) he ate up like 2 diopters of minus. Now if you’re a monkey you would of probably just given him that and say peace out but i do consider myself a “doctor in training” i was like wtf… this makes no sense. I then cyclo’ed him and found a much better Rx that made a lot more sense. I sent him home and basked in the glory of a job well done.

This dude comes back later today and says man i can see way better out of my old glasses. I was like ummm ok. I check the vision out of both glasses and i realize that no dumbass you don’t see better out of your old glasses. You see much better out of the glasses i gave you. So appreciate the extra mile i go for you and get out so I can see the 8 yr old outside that doesn’t cover his mouth up while he is hacking up a lung.

I weenied out and didn’t say it though. I then refracted him once more. He ate up minus AGAIN like “the minus eating machine” that he is. I Rxed that prescription instead b/c at that point I was like I never want to see you again . However, I told him that you are probably going to get some really bad headaches when you read with these glasses but he was like no I really like these glasses. People…

Hopefully his Headaches are bad enough he won’t be able to reproduce. Darwinism is the truth.

Yes i will talk about eyeball stuff now and then. I do what I like and I like what i do. Also no matter how i fight moments of dorkiness seems to shine through now and then. I apologize.

July 30, 2008

Earthquake hits the homeland

Well an earthquake has hit my area where i call home… southern california. I can still say that i have not experienced a reaL LA earthquake yet and nor do i want to.

I remember being super paranoid that an earthquake would kill me i first moved down there. Honestly, I’m too young and good looking to die so tragically. On a serious tip, I remember when me and matt were building mass amounts of ikea furniture (damn those swedes and their home assembly furniture and for their beds frames that break after 2.5 yrs) i would make sure to hammer in every piece of furniture into the wall just so i wouldn’t have random ish on top of me. Actually if i remember correctly i think i just shouted orders and made Matt nail stuff while i ate chips or something. Anyways no matter how it got done, my furniture was rock solid earthquake proof. After a while of waking up everyday and realizing that “hey there was no earthquakes today. I’m alive!” you begin to forget why you were worried in the first place.

I guess it takes a split second to break your comfort zone. In times like this you realize that you can’t expect everything.

July 29, 2008

Do you believe in omens?

Now normally if someone asked me this question i would probably say yes. I think I would say that the big guy gives us an occasional clue to let us know what choice or path to take. We just have to look carefully. I got to admit there is something fairy tale like about them almost kind of romantic and besides how can it hurt ?

Now in reality I think that I might need god to smack me in the head with a 2 x 4 to figure out he is talking to me. My superior logic just gets in the way or maybe im just too practical or something of the sort.

Why am i saying all this?

B/c 2 secs ago after taking a shower i went to put on my Axe STICK deodorant/anti-perspirant (good stuff) under my extra sweaty right arm pit…. Mind you i used the same deodorant this morning and closed the cap. Can you guess what happened? No 100 bikini chicks didn’t appear out of nowhere to rub me down. ( now that would be an omen and probably the highlight of my 2.5 months here)

What happened was a butterfly flew from under the deodorant cap.

I’m like are you serious? This is really not happening.

It proceeds to fly around the bathroom while i’m half naked without my contacts on. Then it lands on my hand… It’s close enough so my near sighted ass can see clearly and i can tell two things. It is a butterfly (not a moth) and it is absolutely positively beautiful. Keep in mind that i live in the middle of the desert and two forms of natural wild life i see are hungry reservation dogs (res dawgs) and rattle snakes and oh a scorpion snuck into the hospital yesterday too. I haven’t seen anything like this before and now its on my hand. But it didn’t stay on my hand for very long. It goes to fly around the bathroom again. It finds a closed window and flies full throttle towards it and collapses into my toilet. Slam dunk. No kidding. I can’t lie i comtemplated on flushing it down or saving it’s life. I choose the latter. I stuck my hand in the toilet (yucK) and got the little guy/gal. I gave it a few shakes to get the water out and i opened the window and let it fly away. I watched it go and then I left the window open a little bit just in case it wanted to come back.

Now what the heck does this mean? I am not nearly as good of a guesser as I once thought i was. I have no idea. But if i had to guess I would probably fathom a couple of ideas. But heck the little guy might just have the same taste in antiperspirant? Who knows?

Is this an omen?

I dont know but honestly has anything like this come close to happening to you?

But to the big guy upstairs I think its easier to spell things out for me. Seriously, like jumbotron type letters… just in case i dont have my contacts on.

July 29, 2008

Bitchassness

Diddy coined this phrase during Making of the Band 4 (good show) to express elequantly the way guys can behave weakly or not manly or ummm i guess like lil beaatches. I think he also coined the term to sell a few million t-shirts.

I freely admit that i have participated in this act of bitchassness a whole bunch lately. I can probably just spin it and use my surroundings and my circumstances so i can be portrayed as a hurt, innocent victim. Yes i do want pity but does it help…. no it doesn’t. It just feeds into the underlying problem. I am not a victim. I was part of the problem. I preach, i spin, and i rant like i am such a good guy. But i am not. I fall on my face. I am weak and i make mistakes just like the next guy. And for that I am sorry. But i do try. I do strive to get better.

And like another Diddy ablib…

And I won’t stop…

July 29, 2008

Blurry Future

I spend most of my day talking about blur.

What’s better one or two?

Which one of these lenses is more blurry?

But even though i spend a lot of my days dealing with blur i still don’t really have a good way of figuring out the blurriness in my own life.

I been in grad school for 3 years. I can say a lot of pros and cons in what i went though but I think one slight pro of school was the how secure it was (unless you fail a class or two). I knew starting out on the first day of school 3 years ago what i would be doing 1 month, 2 months, 2 yrs or 3 yrs from that point. I knew that on APril 7th 2006 I would be taking a Ocular disease midterm. I knew that on the last week of November I would get some time off for vacation. Stuff like that. I think everyone struggles to balance their issues of security and spontanouity. With security at the very least you didn’t have to think too much. All you had to do was get through the day and go to bed and wake up and repeat. If you did this 365 days a year for 3 yrs you would come out just fine and that’s what i did. Now the goals and ambitious that are set out for you are determined by yourself… not other people in long white coats. There is a lot more creativity about what you want to get out of each day instead of just trying to hang on. Also it leads to a lot more confusion.

Right now i see no solid picture of what i’ll be doing in a year from now. I see a general outline but nothing clear. Everything is blurry. I haven’t felt this way since my senior year of UW trying to figure out which cali opto school was better for me. Going through school, my future was always so clear. Everything was so structured. I hated it sometimes but it did make life a lot easier to just concentrate at the task at hand. Now i’m back to being a normal human being again. Trying to make a somewhat of a structure out of my life. It’s been a while since i had to this and hopefully i remember how.

Hoping i choose the right lens so things aren’t so blurry anymore.

July 25, 2008

Hello World!!

My first post…

How should i start?

Maybe i should start by discussing why i’m doing this in the first place.

People that know me back in the day, i was a pretty serious xanga user. I admit I liked to blogged. It gave me a sense of release. I could vent out my issues and my thoughts with out actually having someone be there actually listening. Which was pretty important b/c when i’m around people i try to keep things light and simple. Also i learned in my old age of 25, people like to talk about themselves ALOT. Me being a type of dude not wanting to upset the nature of the universe would usually let them talk away. While i go on my way of being Barber Walter’s like on them, I wouldn’t get the oppurtunity to express the complex ish going on in my head. Which was is pretty difficult to decipher btw.  Thus i blogged to get it out of my system and the universe was right again.

Lately i have gotten away from blogging b/c of numerous reasons. Mostly it was school. School was a 24/7 type job and even when you weren’t doing something school related you were at least worried about doing something school related. It didn’t leave a lot of time for keeping in touch with friends, blogging or being a normal human being in general. Now that i’m a fourth year, I’m “enjoying” copious amounts of free time. Unforunately i’m stuck in the middle of nowhere on a navajo reservation in AZ. And all the free time I have earned from busting my ass off in school is being used to just to survive to stay sane as I struggle with dealing with the roller coaster of life all by myself (with the occasional help of some great friends/family) out here. I ain’t gonna lie i also spend a good amount of time trying to steal internet in ways i do not want to go into. Desperate times… desperate measures.

Secondly I stopped blogging b/c I got I was happy. Like for real happy. I was content with my life. For one stretch in my life I had it all. There was no need to vent/share/contemplate life with the world when you have someone by your side all the time. But due to unforunate circumstances she ain’t here and I’m itching for a healthy release. So here i am. (but if this doesn’t work then heavy drinking and womanizing will be next on the “to-do-list”)

Finally xanga stopped being cool oh about 3 yrs ago. So it’s time to move on. I still got love for xanga though. I am a loyal guy like that.

(shout out to ray for giving me this idea)

So here i go!