Sharks And Frickin' Laserbeams

Found me a nice little place tonight in Mon City.  I could get used to this.  Pumpkin pie latte, or was it pumpkin spice?  The sign by the register says "Friends don't let friends drink McCafe."  Hahahahaha!  For some reason I think I remember this place.  Not sure though, but I think it was a kind of antiques store a few years ago.  Looks a bit like they left some of it behind, if it was.

I've been awfully short on humor lately.  Maybe that's a good thing.  My wit seems to sharpen the more stress I'm under.  Maybe I just care too much.  More stress seems to refine me.  Also, alcohol.  I tend to get relaxed I guess.  Not with stress, but it's ironic that two ends of the spectrum seem to have the same result for me.  It could be a result of my personality type.

I'm by no means an expert in personalities.  All I can speak to is what I've read and what I've experienced in my life.  They say that people of my personality type perform well under pressure.  If you asked me, I would probably shy away from things that cause me stress and pressure, but I've seen myself do exactly the same as I read.  When other people start panicing, I can feel myself focusing like a laserbeam.  No, not like a shark with a frickin laserbeam, just a laserbeam.  It's wierd really.  When things get serious, it's like everything else is gone except the path that needs to be taken.  Things get very matter of fact, very black and white, and I tend to just do, or direct people to do.  This isn't me.  Anyone who knows me would tell you that's not the way I typically am.

But that's neither here nor there.  I don't think I would enjoy for a minute a job that puts me in situations like that.  Fireman, EMT, insert high pressure occupation here.  Not for me.  Do I have the makings of a hero?  Would I have been the one to organize and utter those immortalized words, "Let's roll."?  I sit here and tell you I doubt it.  But then, so would most people.  It's not until people like us are put in those situations that the layers are stripped away and our true natures are revealed.

It works that way for everyone I think.  Crisis works like a refiner's fire.  It burns away the facades and the masks we wear, revealing who we really are underneath the costumes and stories we build for ourselves for the entertainment of others.  I keep trying to wax poetic here.  Can you tell?  It's unintentional, honest.  I can feel myself getting into one of those moods.  Is that good or bad?  I can't tell you.  If certain individuals were here to keep me company, I'm sure I would be much more enjoyable company that I could have been lately.

We are what we are.  Here's to authenticity!