Life's a Game, Play It Well

I haven’t decided whether I just can’t take being told im wrong about something or if other people have a hard time justifying their arguments. I feel like ad hominem’s have become legitimate forms of argument. Maybe I should put it on myself to stop getting into it with people. Maybe some people just don’t care as much as I do. Shit, maybe it’s MY PROBLEM.

I’m not going to start getting a “cuz I said so” type of attitude. But maybe just start throwing in the white flag and giving a sarcastic “fine you win”. I tend to get riled up pretty easily.

I just love rational argument; going against the grain and the meaning of life. LOVE IT. If anything, the meaning of life is in figuring it out. We’ve got brains, lets challenge each other.

I guess that would mean that the meaning of life is competition. We do it our whole lives…. video games, sports, school, work, conversation.

But maybe Im just a competitive self absorbed know it all. Either way I’m having a good time.

So the name of the game is “Survival”, the game board is our universe and we are the peices. Play to come out on top, whether that means happiness or success.

I'm a Poser … and so are YOU!

I’ve been developing a new outlook on how we interact as individuals. I feel kind of ashamed to have been so ignorant as a teenager. Singling out individuals as “posers” because they were trying to fit in to a certain click or group of friends.

Maybe at the time this was my own attempt at trying to fit in. It just all seems so silly now. The truth of the matter is that we all need social interaction. How we go about it shouldn’t be a problem at all. Blonde kids shaving their heads to look like eminem should be totally ok if that’s what they want. Jocks geeks and the inbetweeners should all be on a level playing field called social growth.

So the truth is we’re either all posers or none of us are. Like I’ve said before, we’re social creatures. We exist to co-exist. The means by which we do this is only the medium and shouldn’t become a victim of our own insecurities.

Maybe owning a Jeep Wrangler and a guitar will make me a little cooler. We’ll see.

Something's Gotta Give

I feel like I’m stuck in a very awkward position. I guess it shouldn’t really be a problem, however this is where one of my personality traits gets exploited and I don;t know what to do.

Basically, I don’t know if I like my job anymore. The workload is going up and my salary is staying the same.

Another thing that’s bothers me is when people think they know how to do my job. I don’t pretend to know how to do yours …. so don’t pretend you know how to do mine. What happens is you just lower your level of intelligence down a few notches by proving you think you know what your talking about when you really don’t. Save your confidence for something you can stand by.

Case in point:
The Problem: “Can’t connect to two database connections within the same content management system at the same time”
Proposed Solution: “Do them one at a time”

If you couldn’t figure it out yourself, the previous “solution” is obvious, however it is also obviously not that easy.


So I am feeling under appreciated, underpaid, and under motivated. I’m hoping fall will cheer me up a little bit. Fall in the north shore is my favorite time and place combo ever. I mean if you don’t count buffalo and chicken (best combo ever).

The other thing that would cheer me up is obviously a pay raise, some praise and maybe the motivation thing will fall into place.

The Big Move

The big move is done and over with. Now I just have to get everything situated into its rightful place. Unfortunately everything DID NOT go smoothly here’s a break down of what went wrong…

  • The landlord and my roommate miscommunicated about the pickup time for the keys and we didnt end up getting the keys until 8PM Saturday night, we were supposed to be in by noon.
  • The UHaul was delayed because their computers went down. Then they had no record of us even having the UHaul
  • Comcast canceled on us (no big surprise there)
  • The couch did not fit up the stairs (now we have to buy a futon)

So did anything go right?

  • Well our neighbors are really nice
  • We have awesome friends that came to help us move at 9PM on a Saturday night
  • The bathroom is all set up
  • My car insurance went down

But finally I am moved in. I am back in Bevtown and loving it. In between the beach and some sweet little coffee shops. All I need in life.

Punch a Wall, Not a Face

I’m a big kid, well not like fat big, but tall big. I’m 6’4″, give or take a half an inch depending on the time of day.

I’ve been lucky in the grand scheme of things I guess in that I’ve never had anyone confront me, ever. No one has has ever tried to push me around, throw a punch, make fun of me, etc. Basically, I’ve never been in a fight.

This is a good thing as I think fighting is for little kids. If you’ve got a problem with me you can’t articulate into words, once again, your not worth my time.

I got a phone call from my sister last night around 2am. She was all excited and goes:

Guess what, I just got into a fight. Some girl who stole some money from my friend showed up so I punched her and we went at it.

Bravo, you have officially accomplished nothing. Did you get the money back? No. Did her and her friends call the cops on you? Yes.

I have no problem with justice and I’m sure there will come a time when I might have to fight my way out of a situation. But maybe its my inner Buddha saying “Jon it’s harder to forgive than to be angry”.

So make peace, not war. Everyone has their issues. Breaking someones nose isn’t making any one’s day brighter.

The next time someone tries to push you around, just back off, and put yourself in their shoes for a second. What kind of fucked up life do they have that ultimately made them who they are. Just feel sorry for them and move on with your day.

Don't talk down to me… I'm taller than you

This will be my first true venting post.

I HATE being talked down to. My moms boyfriend thinks he’s hot shit. He’s “been in business since before I was born”. Just now, while talking to me, he told me that he just gave me $100,000 worth of advice in 28 minutes that took him years in college to learn.


If you spent $100,000 dollars on an education that you can spit back at me in 28 minutes you fucked up BAD. Okay I know that’s stretching it a bit. But I know what he was doing.

I don’t want to completely bash the guy because he is very good to my mom. He just treats me like a failure. He’s not so good at the whole positive reinforcement thing. Everything he said I couldn’t do because “he couldn’t do it when he was my age”, IVE DONE.

  • He said I wouldn’t be able to get a job playing video games.
  • I taught 12 year olds how to make video games at MIT for a whole summer – I win
  • He said I would end up working at market basket without a degree.
  • I work for a marketing company as the lead developer and social media consultant – I win
  • He said my marketing company wouldn’t be able to sell its services
  • Canon, Xerox, Trillium and multiple other high profile companies bought our services – My company wins

There’s more but the moral of the story is I’M NOT HIM. I don’t care what he did. Whatever he was doing that slowed him down when he was young, he was doing it wrong.

We’ve had our yelling matches before, where his main point is that he is older and therefor right. LOL, if that’s all you’ve got that your not worth talking to me in the first place. I don’t deal well with stupidity, I’ll just treat you like your stupid.

I think I’m done for now.

Moral of the Story

I worked hard to get where I am and you’ve worked hard to get where you are. You know nothing about my industry so your advice is worthless to me. If your going to make judgments based off my age and not my abilities and actions then you are not worth my time. Thank you and good night.