You need a 24-hour job!

A friend (well…I suppose he isn’t really a friend, cause he definitely doesn’t get me) told me the other day that he thinks I need a 24 hour job. I thought that this was a little strange. Why should I work more often than other people and why did he think I should? I suppose that it was just his way of recognizing the lightening speed at which I move. This was a pretty good observation on his part, considering that he had never even given me more than 5 minutes of his time. Possibly he knew me better than I thought? I am driven and excited and forging ahead on a project nearly every waking moment. I overheard a scene from a TV show in the next room the other night while I was spectrum analyzing the background noise from a recording I had made in order to test out a new piece of software…uh…see? Projects! Every minute needs to be worthwhile or else it’s a waste! …In this scene, the girl ran into the room and told a guy she had recently broken up with, “You are an underachieving, lazy, laidback, musician who is content to ‘just be’ and I am an overachieving, driven, type ‘A’ personality who isn’t content unless I’m working towards a goal. You are valium!” He looked at her and said, “and you are Red Bull!…but I choose you!” I suppose what I’m wondering is, how many Red Bulls does it take until your heart explodes? I am never attracted to ‘valium’. As a matter of fact, I was watching an older man walking down the street so slowly one day that I nearly had a nervous breakdown. I watched for about 5 minutes as he passed…one foot slowly in front of the other…I heard the music to the scene playing in my head as the tempo slowed to a near stop… I even envisioned myself running out and saying, “Here! I got this. Where do you need to be?” Then I picked him up and started running with him under my arm like a football…. So whose problem is this? … Now…I’m not saying I’m going to change drastically so don’t get your hopes up that I’m enlightened and you’re going to find me sitting in silence on my front porch sipping tea in slow motion as the clouds push overhead and day turns into night! … As a matter of fact, that visual almost made me feel like I was going to throw up (which I wouldn’t do either because I’d never harm my vocal chords!- too bad too…that makes me, quite possibly, the most underachieved bulimic ever!) What I am saying is that possibly I’m out of alignment with the type of guy I should date? I am repelled by underachievers and drawn to “Red Bull!” The guy who told me that I need a 24-hour job actually has one himself! He doesn’t even like me. He never has! Maybe the reason for this is that when he looks at me, he sees his own reflection? Probably. He doesn’t matter though. I don’t need to spend any more time convincing him that I’m good. But possibly I could spend some time adjusting my level of acceptance for the “valium” guy?…wait…nope…I almost just threw up on myself again! … Guess I need a new plan. I’ve gotten nowhere with this thought! Oh boy…

…to be continued…