The Synthetic Seven penultimate stresser

Tonight is not the night to be poetic and imaginative, it is a night to be blunt and be myself. Well would you look at that… The author has actual referred to himself for once.

We all have stresses in our lives, covering the seven entities of our outward beings. I call these the “Synthetic Seven.” These entities include social, family, friendship, work, love, home and the most difficult, internal self. All of these entities have affected each and every one of us negatively one time or another of our lives, whether it be a minute amount or the weight of the world resting upon us. Thus, causing stresses, depression and/or anxiety for ourselves.

My plan is to not discuss each of these with you, my endearing audience, I might glance over a few just to give you a little more insight into your beloved author, but there is a point to this writing and I will eventually get to it. Hopefully, sooner than later as to not bore you much.

The Social Synthetic, the synthetic that involves each and every one of us in social surroundings. Whether it be in a group setting of any size, out and about window-shopping or simply walking down the sidewalk, there are variables that bombard us on a daily basis that test our social interactions. To say the least, socially I am simply awkward. To be straight and honest with you, I am. Shyness, introverted and sometimes reclusive is in my nature. This synthetic will always caused stress, of varying levels, whether it be in a small, medium or large group, even with colleagues and family gatherings.  Anxiety and attacks are never too far away when in these settings. As you can tell, the Social Synthetic resonates from some of other synthetics.

The Work Synthetic, the synthetic that involves our work environments and our personal careers and development. Well as you have read in previous posts this is just plain obvious. However, I do absolutely love my career and place of employment and would never want to change it. Well, unless I won the lottery then I am out!

The Love Synthetic, to say I am jaded is being nice. My love life has basically sucked. Let us put it this way, I have never been the breaker-upper. I have been cheated on multiple times, and have always been the one dumped. So, let us move on because this can be its own post later.

The synthetic that is affecting me right now, it is the one that we all should hold very close and dear to ourselves, The Family Synthetic. For myself, my immediate family is everything. My parents are my confidants, the ones I can spew vulgar and insane thoughts, cry my heart out, basically I can scream, complain, yell, jump up and down, it is all fair game with them. I know I have stressed them out on numerous occasions, had them worry, angry and even feel sorry for me.

I love both of my parents with all of my heart, body and soul. I would die for them, care for them, protect them, basically I would sell my soul to the devil to ensure they are healthy and great. With that being said, this is focused on my father for now. One of the grandeur stresses of the Family Synthetic is when someone is ailing. To know that someone who is considered your best-friend (actually one of my only male friends and by far my true one and only best friend), someone you have looked up to your entire life, a man who portrays strength, wisdom, integrity and the living example of pure unfaltering kindness is suddenly stricken weak. Feeling physically bound at the wrists when one of your parents is weak, is mind-numbing exasperating. Well not exactly stressful, but more or less worrisome, which definitely resonates into stress.

Within the Family Synthetic, and with those that cherish others in their family circle, the fights, arguments, opinions and faults can easily be waded through. Those physical pollutions are the Family Synthetic stresses that can be resolved, reconciled through constructive criticism, discussions, interventions and simply talking with one another. The penultimate element of this synthetic is ailments, the variables that are not entirely controllable. To those of us who are extremely close to our parents, this is the time when our Family Synthetic completely breaks down. When those ailments include hospitalization and life-threatening instances, it feels like a mechanic mixed paint thinner into the oil of a vehicle and you begin to feel the knocking and pinging and the breakdown of your entire engine.

For the past two weeks, my Family Synthetic has broken down.  I have dealt with stress for most of my adult life, as I have aged I have been able to learn how to notice stress and depression arising and deal with those stresses and coping with and neutralizing the depression. However, nothing compares to the complete break down of my stress system due to an extreme life-threatening hospitalization of one of my parents. It is hard, extremely hard to handle the stress that comes with seeing one of your parents in dire-straights and not being able to help whatsoever. I shut down, it was hard and still is for me to attempt at socialization. Talking remotely to family and a few friends made me comfortable. However, being holed up in my comfort zone, my house was where I felt the most peace.

Our Synthetic Seven raise and lower our stresses. Our parents, to those of us that hold close bonds with them, continue to hold them close to our hearts. Although the ultimate stress inevitably comes to the forefront, we are going to hit a stressful deep time in our lives. The love, laughs, good and hard times and the memories we shared with them, will always live on within our hearts…. The Family Synthetic stress will subside, but it will be a struggle. Ultimately, it will test our skill of handling the deepest stresses and we will be stronger from it.

Give your mother, father and step parents (if you have them) deep hugs and show them how precious they are to you and always, show them the love you have for them.

New Work Year countdown T minus 18 hours – Laugh of the Day

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Well vacation, it’s been a blast.  You provided me with relaxation, a stress free environment and a sense of calm that rests over a dry cold night on a lake.  Even though I did not achieve half of what I wanted to achieve during my two and a half week haitus from my daily grind, I did enjoy those things that were accomplished.

The countdown has started till I have to rise like the early bird and catch the daily worm of traffic back to work. It doesn’t help that I get an up-to-date countdown reminder by my son. Every 10 minutes he comes to me and says… “It’s almost time dad, start getting ready!” I know it will be getting old and I will be turning into a frustrated mass of bubbling matter later this evening. However, I will look back and say to myself that that was one great vacation, and even though I dread to be consumed by the ignorant stresses of work, I am still happy to sit in my office and create wonderful tools for my people.

Bon voyage, farewell oh sweet vacation. Till next time.

Double Entendre causes embarassing laugh – Laugh of the Day

Only the serious know how to truly laugh

So I was pulling in the gas station today, when I decided to ask my son to pump the gas for me while I ran into the Vons Quick-Mart. He happily obliged and I took a quick stroll inside. I came outside and that is when the foot got stuck in the mouth. Keep an open mind and think like a guy for a few seconds while you read the words that were said. Remember this was outside and out loud in front of a full 12 station gas station.

What is a Double Entendre: its a word or phrase that has a double meaning.

Son: “Dad I spilled some.”

Me: “What happened?”

Son: “I couldn’t get it in in-time and it squirted out all over the place.”

Me: “What do you mean you couldn’t get it in?”

Son: “Well it was hard to find.”

Me: “It’s right there, you can’t miss it.”

Son: “It is a very small hole, and it was hard to find.”

Me: “(Snickering) Dude! Shhhhhhh.”

Son: “Well it was a tight fit dad, and I squeeze it trying to get it in and it just squirted out. It was hard to fit in to too.”

Me: (Laughing) “Dude! just pump the gas.”

By this time a guy next to me was busting up laughing and a woman walking by slowed her paced, and her jaw dropped and I heard a giggle. The more he talked and tried to explain, the further his foot got into his gut. It wasn’t until after he finished, got in the car that he realized that what he was saying was being heard as something completely different than pumping gas.