Thought of the Week: A Day in the Life

6:07 AM

UP Band starts vibrating. Don’t get up; it’s not worth it.

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6:30 AM

iPhone alarm goes off. Try to keep your eyes open, but don’t get up; it’s not worth it. Check for emails and WordPress notifications. They’re all boring.

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6:42 AM

Get up, because you’re going to be late for work. You should have got up at 6:07 AM and had plenty of time for a nice breakfast, cup of coffee, but no…it wasn’t worth it. Sleep would have been worth it, but you didn’t do that, either. Just…wasted time. Great start to the day.

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6:52 AM

Devour an english muffin. You used to prepare a bagel and eat it on the way to work, but even the preparation isn’t worth it. Bread, butter, done. That’s about all you can manage. Maybe make coffee; you desperately need it.

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7:21 AM

Start driving to work; you’ll probably just make it in time. Try not to fall asleep driving; play loud music, put the a/c on high…still no luck. Swerve into the wrong lane several times.

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8:03 AM

Get to work 3 minutes late and hope no one notices. Try to drink more coffee (if you made it). Slap on the happy face: no one at work can know how you feel. Dread the next four hours.

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10:00 AM

Break time. Fifteen minutes – not nearly enough. Keep smiling and joking; you’re still surrounded by people. Finish your coffee. Decide not to brush your teeth, even though you deliberately brought toothbrush and toothpaste to work. Have a mint instead. After all, who cares if your teeth rot.

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12:05 PM

Lunch time – finally. Did you bring lunch with you? Then heat it up in the microwave. No? Go out and spend $10 at Starbucks, even though you’re almost out of money for the month. After all, there isn’t a lot else around. Bury yourself in a game on your iPad, listen to music on your earphones, try to pretend no one’s around you. Finish your food, set an alarm for 12:55 PM, and go find a chair out of the way from everyone and try to go to sleep.

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1:10 PM

Wake up and realize you didn’t set the alarm right and now you’re 10 minutes late back to work. Panic, but try not to show it. Remember: happy face. Oops, I lost track of the time, etc. Dread the next four hours again.

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3:00 PM

Miss your break. Fun times.

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4:53 PM

Start counting the seconds until you can go home. Not entirely sure why – what’s there to look forward to when you get off work? You finish with your customer, clock out, change your shirt…the happy face is starting to crumble – just hope it lasts until you get in the car. It does. Try not to fall asleep on the drive home. Fail, and doze off at the wheel, just like the morning. Somehow, you don’t crash. Again.

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5:55 PM

Arrive home. The kitchen is a mess from the morning. The recycling has been piling for days. The dishwasher hasn’t been run. It’s stinking hot, and there’s no a/c in the kitchen. You turn it on in the living room and upstairs, at least. You’re supposed to start preparing dinner, but the bed is too tempting. You lie down – just for a moment.

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7:45 PM

Dinner’s finally ready, way, way late. The kitchen’s a worse mess from the dinner preparations. You don’t feel like eating at all, but make yourself.

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8:30 PM

Finish dinner and stare at the kitchen. There’s really only a few things to do: most of the dishes can be put in the dishwasher, and there’s only one pot. It’s too much anyway, and you go back upstairs. You look at the computer: you’re supposed to write this week’s blog entry. The floor in your office is too tempting, and you go to sleep.

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9:30 PM

Wake up briefly. Think about doing the dishes. Then think about doing the pile of dirty laundry you’re sleeping on. Then go back to sleep.

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11:04 PM

You’ve slept now for almost two hours since getting home, and you’re more tired than ever. Maybe you find the energy to get up and clean the kitchen, if you’re lucky.

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1:36 AM

Wake up on the floor of your office. Decide you finally need to do the dishes. Come close to panic doing them, but you get it done – barely. There are still glasses that need rinsing, but you leave them until the morning. The recycling still needs to be done. The floor still needs to be swept. The stove still needs to be wiped. You just. Can’t. Do. It.

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6:07 AM

Repeat. Forever.

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Thought of the Week: Liar, Liar

Little Satis and I watched Liar Liar the other night, which he enjoyed immensely, despite the rather numerous sexual references that I had forgotten about. The film’s life lesson (that lying hurts people, but we do it anyway) was probably lost a little on him, but it brought home to me one of the key difficulties we’re having at the moment with him.

You see, like Jim Carrey, I am a liar.

Perhaps not quite as devastatingly as Fletcher Reede, but the fact is that I lie, sometimes when I should, and more often when I shouldn’t. And the problem is, Little Satis is now a liar as well. He lies as much as I do (if not more), and it’s become quite a difficult problem at home.

When I say ‘liar’, of course, I don’t mean a pathological, compulsive liar who can’t help themselves; that’s my mother. One time as a teenager when I was supposed to have moved a mattress up into the loft, my mother told my father upon my not having done it that I had tried, but it didn’t fit. In front of me. There was no reason for the lie – certainly not to protect me – but it came out all the same. Like good old Fletcher, it was a lie for the sake of a lie. No, for me lying is more of a situational thing – done when called for. Even if it’s the wrong thing to do (of course).

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The number one, primary reason I lie is to avoid conflict. I hate conflict; it makes my gut churn.

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My concern is this: at the moment, I can tell when Little Satis is lying. I can tell without difficulty, because he hasn’t mastered his body language, the tone of his voice, and certainly hasn’t learned to clean up the evidence. The other night I came home from work to find an empty cracker packet next to the computer and crumbs on the keyboard. I asked him if he had eaten crackers whilst on the computer, and he naturally answered, “No.” Think twice, kid. However, there will come a time when I won’t be able to tell when he’s lying. He’s only going to get better at it. At that’s a time I dread, because the harmless lies could turn into much more damaging ones. “Was that a person or a deer you hit on the way home?” – “A deer, dad – obviously.”

The problem is that Little Satis sees me get away with lies, and as long as he does, he’s going to believe that, despite everything we tell him, lying is an okay thing to do. I need to be able to stop lying, and for that, I’m going to need some help. That’s why I’m writing this: this is for you, Mrs. Satis, to help me stop lying. I want you to know why I lie, and how I lie, so that I can’t get away with it anymore. Perhaps if I can stop soon, it might not be too late for Little Satis. And of course, you’ll know better when he’s lying as well.

The first thing you need to know is why I lie. The number one, primary reason I lie is to avoid conflict. I hate conflict; it makes my gut churn. The moment I see the possibility of you getting angry, frustrated or annoyed with me, my mind starts racing to think of ways to stave off your ire. Now this isn’t necessarily going to be by lying; it could be deflection, half-truths, changes of subject…I might become royally angry to try and bully you into dropping the subject. None of those things are acceptable, of course, but I just want you to understand what’s going through my mind.

A second reason I lie is to avoid thought. Most of the time, I don’t particularly like thinking about things. Lately it’s been worse, as I’ve been going through a phase of worse-than-usual depression (I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not; probably), and anything that involves too much thought is simply overwhelming to me. It’s a classic example of choosing the path of least resistance: it’s easier to think up some answer to your question than to actually put any real thought into the truth.

I am far from a perfect person, as you well know. I’m lazy, I’m depressed, I’m inconsiderate and selfish. This is probably the biggest cause behind my lying, because all of these things are deeply integrated into the two points I’ve just mentioned: conflict and thought. These very characteristics cause conflict between us, and my very nature is to avoid thought as much as possible.

But more important than understanding why I lie is understanding how. My hope is that, in knowing this, you’ll be better able to catch me out. The most important thing is context. If there’s anything that would immediately give away the lie, then it doesn’t happen. In a snapshot instant, I assess the situation and determine the consequences of telling the truth and lying. This includes what the thing is I want to lie about, who I’m lying to, and the plausibility of bending the truth. Believe it or not, even the long-term consequences of lying are considered; if the lie would cause more damage down the line, I’d rather stick to the truth.

Then comes the lie itself. Typically, half-truths are better than outright lies; they’re easier to believe. This is important, because it’s not just you I have to convince – it’s me, too. If I don’t believe the lie, no one else will either. That’s really the key component: I actually try to convince myself of the lie’s veracity. That helps control tone of voice, and allows me to convincingly argue the point if it comes to contention.

Follow-through is important, too – usually toning the lie down with a truth that is less damaging (to myself). This all simple increases the plausibility of the lie.

And that’s very much it: why I lie, how I lie, and why it’s important to me that I stop. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy – after all, I have a lifetime of lies to give up – but for the benefit of raising Little Satis, it’s something that I want to try. And besides – if I’m going to get in trouble, I might as well get in trouble for the truth, rather than a lie.

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Daily Photo: June 29, 2012

Oh, yum…

Oh, yum…

A barbecue last summer for some of the folk from Mrs. Satis’ work. Everyone brought a little something, including one guy who brought about $150 of halal lamb. Veggie kebobs were the order of the day, though. Credit to Donjin, who spent over an hour in 100°F heat cooking for us. And me, who took a picture of it.

Camera: Nikon D90          ISO: 200          Focal Length: 105mm          Aperture: ƒ/9.5          Shutter Speed: 1/350
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