Throw the Spaghetti on the Wall and See What Sticks


I had lunch with a friend the other day and the subject of blogging came up.  For about a year and a half, I blogged almost daily.  Then quite suddenly, I ran out of things to say.

I have made various attempts to restart my blog.  All have lasted only a day or two.  But here I go again…

…I have no topic.  I am just rambling until something tickles my fancy.

New Life:  This week I got another nephew.  Well technically he has been around for some time, but he made his first external appearance this week.  I am happy for my sister-in-law and her husband.  In many ways I am nostalgic for the days when there was a baby in the house.  But I am 99.9% sure that I am done with repopulating the planet.

Work:  No one understands what it is I do at work, so I am not going to bore you with the details.  But I work with 3 different project managers (PM) representing 7 projects.  I recently started working with a new PM.  He is very organized and regimented, but is rather a bore on the personality front.

Why do I say this?  Let’s just say, I joke and kid…a lot!  There are a couple of people at my work that think I am funny.  Most find me mildly amusing.  And then there are people like my new PM that either have no sense of humor or find my personality irritating (like a gnat circling your ear).

I hate it when I have to work with the non-funnies.  I think joking breaks the tension and gets people to think outside the box.  The non-funnies tend to believe there is an economy of words with a very limited budget.  They tend to be frank and to the point.  I can deal with the non-funnies, but it does cramp my style.

So imagine my surprise when I found out that the new boring PM that never laughs was once a professional comedian!  This little revelation came to me about 330 on Friday.  I was stunned.

As I grow older, I realize more and more that I am a terrible judge of character.  In the last 5 years, I must have heard dozens of startling revelations just like this one.  Old friends reveal a new dimension to their personality and I am left gawking.  Which leads me to the most startling revelation of the past few years:  I don’t know Jack (jack in the generic sense not a specific person).  I am a boxer.  Not the punching variety, but a person who observes small behaviors and categorizes them…put them in a box…for life.  I don’t know why I do this.  It only hurts me.  Categorizing people tends to marginalize the person doing the sorting.

People are so much more complex than my tiny little brain can conceive.

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By Ben Posted in Life

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