Posts Tagged ‘Awareness’

It’s Like Looking In An Old Mirror

February 19, 2021

When asked why I believed that someone I didn’t know well was an uncaring jerk, my response was, “As a former uncaring jerk myself, I can still recognize the signs.”

And That Sentence Was A LOT Shorter Than This One

November 14, 2018

Today’s entry was originally going to be a thought I found deeply personal and profound, then I stopped myself, not because it was deeply personal, per se, but because it was so personal that without the context of either being me or knowing me well enough to know exactly what I was saying, I counted three ways it could be disastrously misinterpreted before I even reached the end of the sentence.

And I’ve Probably Imagined Multiple Ways It Could Happen

March 21, 2018

One of my more useful traits is also one of my most personally distressing.  When other people ask things like, “Can you even imagine something like that happening?”, my answer is always “Yes . . . yes, I can.”

Empathy Still Works Better Though

February 1, 2017

In the absence of empathy, awareness of potential consequences can sometimes do the trick.

Recognize

October 6, 2015

One of the trends I’ve noticed on social media lately has been people vehemently proclaiming some variation on “I can have an opinion on this!” (usually regarding a subject that in no way affects them personally).

Yes . . . yes you can, you can have your opinion.  That’s not even an issue.

But can you recognize when your opinion isn’t a welcome one?

(More on this tomorrow.)

Pay Attention

July 16, 2013

Today is one of those days where mobility and I are barely on speaking terms.  And no, the reason for this has nothing to do with pubs, but admittedly it is because I overdid something . . . exercise.  (I lost track of time and did more than I meant to, which just goes to show that “feeling fine” is an imprecise indicator at best in both the world of drinking and exercise.)

Let’s consider this for a moment though:

Last week I went to the pub, stayed an hour or so later than I normally would have, and the next morning I was fine and dandy, in part because the whole time I was aware of what I was doing.

Yesterday I spent a measly extra fifteen minutes exercising because I wasn’t paying attention, and this morning I can barely move.

There’s a lesson in here somewhere if you care to find it.