The Eeyore Syndrome

I’m still holding a spot… at the nerd table. Care to join me?

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eeyore_self_deprecationSelf-deprecation is a personal trait I hold in high regard.

I’m not talking ‘Eeyore level’ self-deprecation, that perpetual deluge of negative commentary that borders on the psychotic. I’m referring to some old-fashioned unpretentious self-criticism, a few good-natured ribs; in other words, some genuine, unadulterated, anti-extroverted behavior. I find the attribute an admirable quality in others, an attractive idiosyncrasy that exudes sincerity and draws me in like a magnet.

self_deprecatingDespite society’s infatuation with self-assured confidence peddlers, self-deprecation—in metered doses, emits an aura of genuineness. It becomes a calling card of modesty, denoting an individual grounded in reality, unobtrusive and approachable. Self-deprecators, like insatiable introverts, prefer the solitude of shadow, avoiding the spotlight, until the stars align and the time is right. Then step back, and watch the magic unravel.

When it’s time to arrange the seating list, sit me at the table with the introverts and self-deprecators—away from the power socialites…

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Empty Bucket List

Bucket list, shmucket list.

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chumbucketWe’re all familiar with the phrase ‘kicking the bucket’, a euphemism, presumably derived during an era where staging one’s own demise was accomplished by standing on a bucket, securing a noose, and kicking away.  Goodbye cruel world.

And to the credit of modern society, we’ve managed to travel further down the morbid path of introspection by altering, for the sake of brevity and hapless wit, an already grim concept.

Bucket List.

The fact that this expression is so widely overused is in itself an irritant of significant proportions.  I can no longer acknowledge the term, nor can I feign the slightest bit of interest when the topic is broached.  Monotony, repetition, pie-in-the-sky generalities have combined to successfully dilute the concept into another bland cliché that’s lost all meaning and significance.

“That’s going on my bucket list.”

Fantastic, but I’m not interested.

Regardless if it’s paragliding in Costa Rica, retracing…

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Life Moves Pretty Fast

Is the struggle still real? Oh yes, very much so.

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people-mover-magic-kingdomMy favorite ride at Disney World’s Magic Kingdom is the Tomorrowland Transit Authority PeopleMover. While our 13-year old will argue the attraction isn’t a ‘ride’, I disagree. Sure, grandma’s 6-volt Rascal is quicker off the start, and a FastPass is unheard of, but that’s what makes this ride unique in an arena of ever increasing thrills-per-square-inch attractions.  Opened in 1975, the PeopleMover is a leisurely 10-minute ride on an elevated track, overlooking the attractions of Tomorrowland.  While not in the same adrenaline-rush category as the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train or Splash Mountain, heck, not even Peter Pan’s Flight, PeopleMover remains a pleasant reminder of days gone by, a time when the pace was slower and tattoos were restricted to Marines and the occasional exotic dancer.

Amidst a fast paced, over-crowded Theme Park, fraught with 100 minute wait times, screaming kids and sweaty parents, PeopleMover is an oasis of calm.   A…

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