S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
current terror alert level
Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog.
why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents
that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever
will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
On the way to work this morning, it was green light all the way, allowing me to reach work in 8 minutes. I don't know if the San Jose traffic light system is incredibly efficient or incredibly poorly-designed, but I have been noticing this for a long time now. I either get a slew of green lights or red light after red light, such that at my first stop at the end of our main road I can already tell if it's going to be a green or red day. When it's a red day, it's like the traffic light gods are smirking down on me, and force me to painfully notice how many intersections I have go through because I have to stop at every one of them. So, I get to work in 15 minutes instead of 8, and never in between.
Sometimes, life feels like that. The saying "when it rains, it pours" comes to mind. In recent years, it has been a series of green lights for me, with just one depressing red in between. Unfortunately, my pessimistic nature compels me to anticipate when the reds are going to come. I morbidly think of scenarios that would interject a flat tire in this otherwise smooth ride.
Perhaps it's this defeatist attitude that prevents me from believing in streaks. I still cannot fathom why my husband would bet the whole sum of money he had just won in a hand of blackjack in the next hand. He chuckles as he tries to explain, as if to a little child, that he's just "riding the wave." Wave, what wave? Doesn't basic statistics tell us that one deal is different from the next? Even if you are the shrewd type who can memorize the cards that have been dealt, the vast possible combinations of the remaining ones couldn't promise a guaranteed win, could it?
This thinking is what makes me the type who usually bets the same amount for every hand in blackjack. As if to punish me, when I sometimes feel lucky and bet more, I almost predictably will lose the hand.
The gods of gambling must have conspired with the gods of traffic lights that day.
Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 3.14.2005 5:25 PM.
I would argue that Exit Traffic is actually one of the best forms of traffic generation. I am going to book mark this blog, nice topics discussed