Best Buys And Antique Stores May Slow Time

I think as a whole humanity excepts time as absolute, even though one may say that their specific day was long while another says the day flew by. I truly believe in personal perspective, that two people spending a day together will have entirely different accounts as to how long a portion of the day lasted.

The best example that applies to me is an antique store. When not swimming with swords or old Star Wars figures I find antique stores actually slow time to a minimal fraction prospectively for me than the hosting party (AKA my Mom). Given I have no doubt the opposite applies when I drag her into a GameStop or Best Buy, there is just so much to see, so much to catch up on that there isn't enough time to see it all.

My mother is a wonderful strong woman, I know this because I was never a patient child. My view of patience was making disgruntled noises and walking around my mother in a slight zombified state at church, while she tried to have an intelligent conversation with one of her friends, who I'm sure held pride in her patient well behaved children. Even after feeling the wrath of a woman who had just been socially deprived of a pleasant conversation, the secret of patience still eluded me.

It's amazing what several years and boot camp can do to a person (It's a several year and a boot camp miracle!!!). In boot camp I no longer controlled any aspect of time, even personal perspective was a blur. In boot camp there were only three official stages of a day worthy of marking by the relative position of the sun... chow 1, chow 2, and chow 3. Chow 1 was my favorite, I was like a hungry puppy that had been left in a crate all night and even though you pick him up his little feet still run in the air, desperate to fill his little belly with delicious kibbles and bits. Chow 2 was always appreciated, even though i knew it would slow me down as well as everyone else in my flight, This usually led to trouble but it was worth it. Chow 3 was the reward for hours of pointless work that taught us how to roll socks while being yelled at (If you join the military, don't trust the man who tells you that it's "craft" time).

I have been complemented on my patience, but i still find some things hard to endure (remind me that nothing but Johnny Cash on a three hour car ride can really make you justify reasons why you would not only live but thrive if you just jumped out of the moving vehicle).

Six Day Weekends May Cause Brain Damage

I just had a six day weekend, during which I took a test, sat on my butt, went to Octoberfest, sat on my butt, went to see a castle in Heidelberg, sat on my butt, hung out with new people and played video games while sitting on my butt, and as a final conclusive statement I find run on sentences to be both immature and stupid.

Brain damage can occur many ways. If a gratuitous amount of brain damage is to be achieved one might consider falling from a location high enough to cause bodily injury but not so high as to cause death, and also consider the angle at which one falls to guarantee a cranial contusion. In my case and the case of many other hard working men and woman around the globe the only tool of mental destruction needed is time off. I personally have just had a six day vacation/weekend and it was fantastic, but i have noticed common tasks that I usually preform every day to be much more of a struggle than they were six days ago. "WILCOX, I need you to fill out this form 7777777-7 for me and have it on my desk pronto!" Form 7777777-7 is a common form i use every day, yet I completely forgot how to fill out such a simple form. Lets imagine you take a six day vacation from walking, and when your boss asks you to walk... YOU DON'T REMEMBER HOW! This was particularly embarrassing considering I'm usually the subject expert.

After coming back to work you will have one of two attitudes, either you will be happy (I call this one brain damaged) or really depressed (normal person). Today i happened to be "brain damaged" or really happy, luckily for me it worked out because low and behold the General walked in. Well my happy ass took the good ole General on a tour of the building and received a coin for it!

I guess the moral of the story is not all dain bramage is bad, or at least I think so.... WHAT WAS I WRITING ABOUT?

Germany

Germany is a cool place with lots of very pretty smiling faces. Contrary to what I expected Germans love Americans and usually respond to questions with a positive attitude and are very helpful, it also doesn’t hurt that about 80% of the German women that I've encountered are drop dead gorgeous.

As a pedestrian Germans are easy to spot because they will go from 80 miles an hour to a dead stop in the middle of a four lane road to wave you across the street, even when you’re not at a crosswalk. In my opinion that’s a little too courteous.

The few I have actually had the pleasure of talking to know a great deal about America, or have been to more states than I have.

If only there was a Panera Bread here...