Friday, September 28, 2012

Life full of mania with a dash of humor and a slice of normality (those are the secret ingredients) Vol 4 Issue 28

So I’m finishing up week eight of my internship (but they call me a grad assistant which helps with my ego a little) and I’m going to share with you what I've learned thus far. Actually I’m going to start to share with you what I know I shouldn't do in the “professional” world. It’s been a minute (or four years if you want to be a dick about it) since I've held a professional role so I’m a little rusty. Actually I’m down right terrible when it comes to appropriateness.

For example as many would probably know simply by being normal that probably talking about your lack of contraceptive use is inappropriate conversation with college students around. Or making a joke about the age of certain college students to coaches is more than likely a subject I should avoid in locker rooms.

There are a few more but there’s no need for me to give any more evidence of my behavior in case charges are brought up. I’m kidding, but seriously if anyone hears anything a heads up would be greatly appreciated. To be completely honest this whole role as a grad assistant isn’t working out quite as I would have liked (and yes I have been bitching about it a little bit, sorry for ruining lunch yesterday Mom). I think maybe I’ve been grossly inappropriately at times to help deal with the disappointment of not getting out what I was hoping with the intern-excuse me I mean grad assistantship.

No that’s a complete lie; I think I’m just an inappropriate guy at times.

But I have learned some things during these past eight weeks that I don’t think I would have if it wasn’t for my BMD and my third or fourth or fifth (I lost count) attempt to start over. Prior to my diagnosis I was so busy moving forward in my career I totally missed on what was all around me. I mean how in the hell else could you explain how I lived in the damn Rocky Mountains (powder bra powder) and never learned to ski? Or what about while living in Atlanta I never tried grits (ok that one isn’t as good as the first one but you get the point).

I was so concentrated on getting to the next step in life that I was missing out on actually living mine in a way. I think I have learned that lesson in the past couple months because despite my frustrations with paying Xavier University to run Wittenberg University’s concession stands I’m still enjoying my time back on campus. I’m only there for ten weeks and the old self absorbed me (I’m still a little bit though) would have rushed through my time trying to get my degree and move back to Atlanta to finally try grits (yet missing out on once again what was just right around me).

But actually I’ve got to meet some awesome people and even promote my book; the Abnormal Psychology class loved it (except for that little bitch in the back—I kid, I kid). I’m still working  on my patience with this BMD (that’s more than likely a lifelong battle) but I think I’ve learned to appreciate what’s around me a lot more. While I’m inappropriate probably more often than not I think I’m learning to embrace what’s going on around me more rather than focusing just on what’s coming next.

In a crazy way being manic has actually helped me slow down. Instead of rushing through my life trying to get to the next step to achieve whatever milestone “goal” I have I’ve slowed down and am meeting great new people, appreciating the little things more and enjoying being just part of it all. Not too bad of an internship after all I guess, I just need to hold on to it for two more weeks (no more bad sex jokes will probably help that effort).
Since many of my manic experiences involve music I've decided to add random music videos to the blog for my enjoyment and your inconvenience. Enjoy!

Coming Correct,