I got to thinking about how the term VIP has been so mistreated and denigrated to almost meaninglessness.
But, many people still feel significant, if added to some list. Upon observing these poor souls, I tend to substitute different words in the middle. Here are a few examples:
Very Ill-mannered Person
Very Ignorant Person
Very Impertinent Person
Very Impatient Person
Very Insatiable Person
Very Incontinent Person
Very Intemperate Person
Very Insulant Person
Very Infantile Person
Very Ill-tempered Person
The following article in the Guardian caught my attention. This describes (some of) my behavior.
I cannot throw away a book. I still have outdated guidebooks, schoolbooks that I have never opened again, volumes I have not read and never will read, etc. Although I have never contemplated such an act, I believe that I would have an easier time killing someone than discarding a book. Each is an act of unneeded destruction. That suggests that I have some sick, character defect...or not?
This afternoon, I had an idea about which I wanted to write. I can’t remember what it was; I should have made a note. A chance thought can be like a leaf fallen onto a fast moving stream: visible for a moment and then carried away.
That happens a lot, which can be disturbing. One does not like to be forgetful or stupid or infirm.
I did not write or post anything yesterday. Why? Because I can...
I did not feel like writing. A neglected blog is a conscious and considered action...or inaction. One nice aspect of a blog, unlike a dairy cow, is that one can neglect it for a day. Life is full of choice and chance, and not writing was clearly a case of the former.
Of course, this is truly egotistic behavior. I did consider my faithful viewers and did wondered about how each would react to “radio silence”. I decided that any harm would be unlikely or negligible. After all, a blog is not comparable to feeding the hungry or tending the ill.
Sorry. It will never happen again. Until the next time...
For anyone that has never experienced such or does not know: one does not babysit a one year old child, one watches him or her do or prevent from doing whatever he or she wants to do each minute. And, short of tying the child to a tree--or similar immovable object--leaving one alone is not a good idea. Offering the child distraction works only for so long and must be interesting...to the child. There is no way of knowing this before trial and error...which changes by the minute, hour, and day.
Although many might deny such a fact, these tiny creatures have minds of their own. One has no idea what an infant might be thinking, but something is definitely going on in that brain. Despite minimal tools, communication of their feelings, desires, and dislikes is possible. The best example is screaming, but there are other means.
Another key learning, unwelcome to the toy industry, is that “things” are interesting: to contemplate, to feel, and to taste. I conclude, as I am sure many have before me, that putting things in the mouth is the child’s main learning organ.
There's a saying...Well, it's not really a saying, but more like a character trait...that says He (or she) has an opinion, so he (or she) thinks he's (she's) right. One runs across such people in daily life, especially in large organizations.
I have come up with a corollary to that trait, which arises when I play the lottery. I have done this on occasion with no success. But, each time I play, I am sure that I will win...because I want to win. The only difference between me and the people mentioned above is that I know that I'm deluded.
I pay no attention to conversations of others. I am not hard of hearing, rather merely disinterested. My wife often says “Did you hear what he/she/they said?”, but I rarely do. She listens; I do not.
I would make a terrible spy. Although I observe, I do not listen and do not remember much besides geographical details. I take what I want from life and ignore the rest. That is sufficient for my needs...
I do not eat eggs, unless they are thoroughly disguised (such as in a cake).
I trace my revulsion to an episode during private school. After returning late to school from an away soccer match, we found left-overs in the kitchen. I choose an egg salad sandwich. I was sick for several days, certainly from tainted egg salad that had been left without refrigeration for too long.
From this, I base my scientific conclusion that humans cling to early memories and these affect behavior in later life. One of my children has been nice enough to deliver confirmation, because he refuses to eat fish. That was caused by an early experience with a bone in his throat. To this day, he is afraid of a fish seeking revenge.
If Darwin had not beat me to the punch, I could have used this to explain human evolution...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.