Mediocrity is a bell curve.
Monday, January 23rd, 2006Mediocrity is a bell curve. What some considers outrageous and wild is normal to others. Envy and social peer comparison is a vanity. Reality is not affected by perception, yet perception of reality is hardly ever unbiased.
Appreciate what you have; the cup is half full. Try to fill the other half of the cup and then find a bigger cup.
An old friend left last week. A friend who had lived with us in Shanghai for the last 9 years, and a total of 13 years in China. He opened his house to us, and introduced all of the old crew to each other. He left, because he has given up on him being in China. A new begining I would like to look at it.
The trials and tribulations surpassing his tolerance once too many. Education, Job, Startup, Marriage, Divorce, he experienced them all here.
We experienced them with him.
I look back and I often find myself talking to new comers like he did when I met him. Bring new people into the group as he did. I remember being offered the keys to his house the second time I met him. Being told, that if I needed help of anything at all, just to ask.
I think my version to the new comers 7-8 years later tend to sound a bit more gangster, but never intended in a bad way or drunken boasting. Afterall, no one is really proud of having to bail ppl out of jail, deal with over due visas, or find ppl jobs, or cream for that crab infestation. So, no altho we mean it, we really don’t like to be called up on it.
Certainly I look more thuggish in my quiet ways, and he, a skinny white boy with reddish hair with Irish-Scottish roots with constant stand up comedy material and drunken angst tend to be perceived in opposites. I wore more black and heavy cashmere coats while he dressed preppy. But the reality is, we were both the same. Friendly, kind, loud bark on the outside, and soft inside.
We both can not stand injustice nor see a kid left out, the image reminded us, as most adults are, by our own childhood memories.
This Jan 2006, both he and I have changed. He is resigned and looking forward to a new adventure back on the East Coast after 13 years. I am relaxed, and much friendlier after 7-8 month of reflection, travel and relaxation.
The change is evident. Social balance and group indoctrination loses out to a thirty something’s focus on business, family, and the search for the 40something comfort zone.
The words Team Taiwan, Team ABC, CBC, HK, White boys, are a thing of the past. New teams are forming, and we are no longer on them, yet do not feel left out. It is time for the younger generation to shine, and the slightly older to focus. After all, many a Yuko’s have stepped in to break up a good thing. If you consider marudering gangs of hormone driven males and females good. We wish the couples the best and secretly envy them.
I still laugh when someone mentions “god father”. After all, bailing ppl out of jail is no longer a necessary thing, nor tolerable thing at this age. Some will make reference to my father’s early leadership to a facility service- building maintenance association, as god father ish, and I jokingly refer to Dad as OG, but the stories of the older generation in the 60s, 70s and 80s are turning into myths, certainly because memories blur and stories mutate.
Dad is always remembered as a determined old man, who put his family first by people who knows him well.
The glory or sins of the older generation, do not shadow nor validate us. Big Tony actually refers to my squat shape, not some confusion with Mafioso characters or an amateur fettish with Soprano. This does remind me of my body mass/ fat ratio plans up to April 2006. I have quite a few more Kg to go.
I have to stop drinking so I can stop smoking. Been stealing cigs sheepishly lately.
Health is still #1. After all, genetics is how god equalizes all human transactions. And the glory and sins of an older generation can be relevant, when hereditary health issues kick in after HGH count lowers. I better be healthy, or my 70s will be painful.
One friend will comment to me that my posts are so "big". Saying it much in the same way as a unwilling fluffer talks to Ron Jeremy: sarcastic , and patronizing phalic way. Bigger is not better. Not to be confused with friends who read my musings perhaps to find reflections of Shanghai, and unspoken insights intuitively known, yet not verbally pronounced. At least that is what I would like to believe they read it for. Who really knows why?
I don’t believe this friend has ever really read an entire post. Tho, it’s unimportant. Musings are meant to be expressed and not judged and are not reality, for they are defintiely the perception of a self proclaimed wall flower, and to be taken on faith with a bit of salt.
Best,