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So What If I Act Like A Hermit Crab?

hermit crabI like quiet!

I like not talking!

I like thinking!

I like observing!

I like reading!

I like working alone!

I like my alone time!

NO, I am NOT a leper!  NO, this is not “just a phase.” NO, I am not anti-social!  NO, I am not unhappy!  NO, crowds will NOT bring me “out of that shell”, matter of fact, crowds make me withdraw deeper into my shell.  NO, I am not avoiding you….well, perhaps I am but only if you are being loud and pushy.

Hear me very carefully…I’m an INTROVERT!  That just means I process internally (and quietly).  I have no need or desire to be gregarious.  I cringe at the thought of being expected to be the center of attention or life of the party.  In fact, MY idea of a great party is a gathering of my few closest friends (and I do NOT make friends easily), in a quiet setting.  I don’t require a horde of loud whooping Barbarians trying to yawp louder than the rest.  The friends I have are friends for life. For you see, I take friendship quite seriously.

In my youth, I was that one person everyone liked to have around because I would listen.  However, having been branded as that “Sweet Guy” or, worse, “That Nice Guy” pretty much doomed any role for me other than that of listener.  I admit that I was bitter and angry about having been shoved into that role, but time has passed and those who shoved me into that role still tend to seek me out to listen.  But the people who thought me to be that “Nice Guy” failed to understand (or take the time to inquire) that I am an Introvert and, though I am quiet and withdrawn, I have feelings.

I have come to accept my Introversion and have found my niche.  I am an observer of human interactions. Not in that Ice Cream Truck Pervy kind of way, rather I sit on the fringe of the group or party and observe how humans interact with each other.  Not much escapes my notice and I have found that humans have the same habits and interactions as Simians.

At a party for example, there is immediately a “sizing up” of the new arrivals.  The males of the group begin their puffing up and posturing, which is followed up by the exaggerated sports talk at a loud volume, which includes lots of alcohol consumption complete with belching, scratching, and the none-too-subtle “checking out” of the female attendees (And, of course, every female who is deemed desirable or attractive “wants me).  The loud sports talk includes such physical displays as pantomiming a particular sports play considered to have been outstanding. At some point the sports talk will drift into the “who’s got the coolest job” puffery.

The female attendees are not much better in their activities.  They immediately “size up” the new arrivals to judge them on their couture, make-up, hair, jewelry, and general physical appearance.  Yes, even the females judge each other by the size and perkiness of the bosoms, with such statements as: “Those CAN’T be real!” or “Someone’s bought a new set” or “That poor dear couldn’t nourish a mosquito, much less attract a REAL man.”  And, yes, though the females may hide (or think they are hiding) they scratch, pick, and adjust just like the males.

While I realize that these observations reveal stereotypes, the human works very hard trying to make other humans think they are not human.  I chuckle quietly to myself knowing that some other Introvert is most likely observing me.

But think of Introversion this way: “It is the rain that nourishes the grass, not the thunder!”  – Rumi

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Let The Adventure Begin!

dangerous business stepping out

As you may or may not be aware, I have been existing in absentia from my pages for quite some time.  Call it a “Reflective Vacation”; Call it “Extended Contemplation”; Call it “lazy”….they are all, in some way, correct.  Having wearied of this self imposed exile, ’tis time to, once more, take up the virtual pen and release the mental horde upon this community.

Life is, in and of itself, a rather dull existence.  We sleep, wake, eat, work, eat, home, eat, only to start the routine all over again.  *sigh* How boring is that?  Why even bother?  Just the same old thing every day, day after day……after day……..after day……until we realize that we are dead and have the courtesy to lie down.

Where’s the adventure?  Didn’t the brochure at birth promise us limitless adventure?  Mine also advertised fun filled relaxing holidays in an all inclusive package where I get to sit on the beach all day (baking in the sun, getting all sweaty and sand covered) whilst people whom I have never met bring me drinks of varying colors, textures, and alcohol contents.

Here’s the fact of the matter: If you want an adventure in life, then get off the couch and out of the chair!  Remove yourself from your comfort zone and step outside.  Adventure awaits the Adventurous!

Want an adventure? Go to Walmart at 3:00am wearing a rubber chicken costume.  Or go to the zoo dressed as Tarzan.  Or swim in the ocean with raw meat strapped to you.  How about starting a conversation with someone you don’t know?  Perhaps as you walk through your day make it a point to smile and speak to everyone you meet?  Better yet, do a random act of niceness and do it anonymously with no possible way for anyone to know you are the perpetrator.

Adventures don’t have to include spiders, snakes, and assassins!  Adventures are what you find to be adventurous!

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Living Passionately Award

It’s one thing to live simply, yet a completely different set of dishes to simply live!  We spend so much of our time going through the motions of:

  • work,
  • go home,
  • eat,
  •  sleep,
  •  kill the alarm clock,
  • feed the dog,
  • gesture rudely on our commute,

only to do it again and again….day after day……year after year. And for what?  A paycheck?  I agree it IS important to pay our own way through this saunter through sanity, but what about living truly.  What about being passionate?

Have you ever seen someone and wondered “What’s it like in their mind?” I have.  I’ve wondered that about some of the people I’ve seen whilst people watching (again…..not in that stalkery way), while I enjoy coffee (which is FREQUENTLY), and even wondered that about some of you. Before you go all paranoid ninja on me, let me explain…..I read your words, look at the pictures you paint with them, I look at the photos you post, and I wonder “What are they REALLY like?”

So I came up with an award for those I perceive as living passionate lives (aka Adding Color To Life)!

And, yes, there are rules:

  1. Take a deep breath
  2. Think about who you’d like to pass this on to
  3. Do something weird and out of the ordinary today. (NO, that doesn’t NOT include drinking my coffee!)
  4. Post the award someplace conspicuous…..the underside of the hamper lid, inside of the lav door, at the bottom of the bird cage.

So……… The VERY FIRST nominees are:

  1. DOC

Oh yeah, the award.  Sorry, where IS my mind.  Of course……it’s in that jar on the top shelf.


Now….GO FORTH AND STALK THE WINNERS!!!  Leave wonderful comments on their writings.  Perhaps invite them to tea. But don’t just sit there…..LIVE!!!

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Sloshing About In The Gene Pool

If you’d like to see the entire spectrum of the gene pool…..might want to overdose on some Dramamine first, for that sea is stormy and full of tall toxic waves that do ripple about like pudding in a balloon. Yet if you are stalwart of heart and foolhardy of sanity, step forward and peruse the clientele at your local StuffMart.  Here, you shall be bombarded with almost every critter that ever crawled out from under a toad’s turd to breathe air, all the way up to those who believe their conception was immaculate.

Be that as it may, you will be amazed and astounded (not to mention completely disgusted) by the wide variances of persons, and I do use that term in its broadest conceivable idealized meaning.  Some will have multiple children, all of whom are shrieking as if they were at the fair livestock show (and they are the livestock) and you look at, what you presume are, the “parents” and say to yourself, “Self…….how much did they have to drink in order for this to happen?”  Then shalt you continue with your shopping, expressing prayers of thanksgiving that one of the parents of this gaggle of flying fartmonkeys wasn’t you. It also causes you to wonder if Darwin was a certifiable lunatic, because if these represent the fittest of our species…….

We’ve seen those people before.  The ones that make you wonder how on earth one could look in a mirror and decide that a camouflage cap that’s been under someone’s truck seat for 10 years, a mullet, and spandex saying to themselves, “It it good!”  Then believe it is a visually pleasing look to be thrust upon a now nauseated public.  And yet…there it is right before you, making your eyes wish they were feet so they could leave!

While tis very easy to poke fun at others, I would be remiss in my narrative if I did not also take a good look at my own slime encrusted gene pool.  Okay, I looked and the crust is still in tact so moving on to something equally irrelevant and tedious (which usually means I was interrupted mid-thought and forgot where I was going with this). 

Have you ever wondered why superheroes are always tall, good looking, and muscular?  Not to mention they all have some pretty catchy theme music.  Think about it, they wear spandex and look good in it.  The guys are all chiseled and defined like granite with all the appropriate bulges that radiate vim, vigor, and vitality.  And the girls are, well…….scantily clothed, and very pleasing to the eye, and I’ll stop there.

Let’s face it, would you rather be seen with this:

This is what I look like, by the way.

Or would you rather be seen with this:

Here’s my point I’m trying, apparently not very hard, to make: To someone, you are a hero!  Whether they see you as that stunning, muscular, chiseled cliche or as a normal, not-so-muscular-or-chiseled normal person.  What would you choose as YOUR theme music?

You may now return to your nap, work, worknap, activity, or zoneout.

My name is Poole…….Gene Poole!

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Sir Henry Morgan

When I was younger, and, apparently, according to some who shall remain somewhat nameless, I was around shortly before dirt was invented, I often dreamt of what I had idealized the life of adventure would entail. I imagined the rolling waves, the cannons blazing, the winds filling the sails, the treasure, the yo-h0-h0ing, and could lose many an hour in such daydreams.

As I got older, and no comments from the peanut galleries, I learned that a life of adventure is still possible.  We experience it every day.  No, we don’t dash about slashing and burning, or at least I hope not, but we do have adventures and find treasures.  Don’t believe me? Look at your friends.  Not those idiots, you’re REAL friends.  They are treasures, and I can guarantee it was quite an adventure getting to know them.

Perhaps you met them at the office, perhaps you met them at the opera (ahem), perhaps you met them while fleeing the authorities after you escaped from a hidden gulag deep in the Siberian wilderness, or you might have met them hitchhiking from some other universe.  The point is, you have lots of gems called “friends.”  Cling to them! Surrender them not without a fight!

As for adventures…..finding a parking spot can be quite the adventure at times unless you happen to drive a tank.  Every moment you draw breath carries with it the potential to live fully or hide from life.  Raise your sails, hoist your flag, and let’s weigh anchor for adventure and treasure! (parrot and pegleg optional).

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It’s The Simple Things…

It's the simple things
That bring the biggest smiles

I wouldn’t consider myself simple, well, perhaps I can be at times, but that’s an entirely different meaning of “simple.” But my mind was scampering through the forest of thought this morning and I began to remember things that make me smile. 

 Things like:

  • when the dog greets me (happily) at the door when I come home.  And NO, I do not keep bacon in my pockets or the proverbial porkchop tied around my neck.
  • When the coffee reaches that point where it’s just hot enough yet cool enough to drink.
  • That moment when you get to be the first one on cue at the checkout line.
  • When you finally find that pair of pants that fit just right and you find out they’re on sale.
  • When you stop for fuel right AFTER the price dropped.
  • When you get an actual letter in your mailbox (that’s from someone you want to hear from).
  • That moment when you’re just about to drift off to sleep and you hear the rain begin.
  • The feel of the sand washing out from under your feet at the beach.
  • Finding a few bucks in your pocket that you had forgotten about.
  • When the loud talkers that had been standing outside your office finally decide to take their conversation to the breakroom.
  • Singing to a song on the radio and looking over to see the person in the car next to you singing the same song (just as badly) and you end up laughing together about it at the next light.
  • Getting to draw faces on a friend’s toes.

The simple things really are some of the most wonderful times in our lives.  They happen every day and we usually take them for granted.  Eyes open!  Watch for them!  For they can be small and elusive or they may step up and slap you in the head. 


Laugh often, smile oftener and live!


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Absolute Twaddle!

I enjoy quotes, for they are thought provoking and especially chewy caramels for the mind, which is good because my mental teeth need some rotting and sugary treats are just the thing.  I say I enjoy quotes because I do like to have a good think several times a day.  Truly there’s nothing quite like having a powerful ponder whilst waiting for the elevator or basking in an inspiration on the way into a meeting.  Most of the quotes I find are pithy little buggers that slice through the pre-coffee mental fog with surgical precision.

Some of my favorite quotes are from Douglas Adams, author of “The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.”  Very wise man is Douglas, as proven with some of his wit. Hang on to your bonnets, britches, or lunch, because I’m going to get pithy with you too for a few:

  • “He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.”
  • “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I am where I need to be.”
  • “It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problem just with potatoes.”
  • “Life….is like a grapefruit. It’s orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half of one for breakfast.”
  • “Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”
  • “You live and learn…at any rate you live.”
  • “Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experiences of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.”
  • “It is no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase ‘As lovely as an Airport’ appear.”
  • “Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.”

And one last one:

  • “The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair.”

I deeply apologize if this absolute twaddle has bored or offended you…….actually, no I shan’t apologize for it.  You chose to take the time to read it, so there you have it.  Tah Dah!

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Dealing With Obstacles

One of my favorite, and I emphasize favorite, movies so far in life is “Full Metal Jacket.”

Dealing With Obstacles

Being prior military, it has an special draw for me, but that’s not the only reason I like it so much.  Little background….I learned that the ultimate goal of military basic training is to teach soldier wannabes one singular lesson.  That lesson is “Dealing With Obstacles.”  That’s it!  That’s what takes 12 weeks learn.

If you’re faced with the obstacle of someone shooting at you (usually because they want you dead), you have to be able to deal with that situation efficiently and effectively. And usually with great prejudice.

If you face the obstacle of a buddy that is injured, you have to be able to deal with that enough to get your buddy out of harm’s way and to the aid station.

The list of obstacles is endless and you’re taught that singular lesson in many guises.  How incredible would it be if we could learn this lesson without having a Drill Sergeant in your face?  You can.  And the lesson is very simple in its concept, yet seems to be very difficult in its execution.  The lesson concept is this: “You are NOT alone! So don’t act like you are.”  That’s the HUGE secret to being one of over seven billion occupants of this blue orb.

You are not alone…reach out.  Let others reach out to you.  If you want to be alone, find your own planet!  This one’s occupied.

Tell you what…here’s my hand…take it and let’s work together to deal with the obstacle course of living!

Take My Hand

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World’s Best Friend

Okay, I’ll admit it.  I have the same best friend since we met when I was 4 years old.  I won’t tell you how many years that is, simply because that part has no relevance.  It’s a friendship that has lasted for many reasons, but one in particular.  You see, I can tell my best friend anything…absolutely anything….no matter how disgusting, insane, stupid, ludicrous, or happy.  My friend celebrates with me, commiserates with me, laughs with me, cries with me…..all without the first bit of judgment.  Would that more people were like my best friend, who might judge my actions but never who I am. 

You have a best friend too, I’ll wager.  Don’t you wish more people were like that friend?  Here’s a pic of mine.

Want to have a best friend? Follow the advice credited to Benjamin Franklin: “If you wouldst have a friend, you must BE a friend.”



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Don’t Look So Stunned!

Don't Look So Stunned!

I made a new friend the other day.  This friend is articulate, very funny, quick witted, bright and filled with stubborn determination.  In short, this friend is someone I enjoy talking with.


Then came the comment I’ve heard many times before: “But if you really knew about me, you might not like me.”  


Oh really?


Permit me to pose a few questions to think about: 

  • We’ve been enjoying our conversations thus far?
  • And you think, for some reason, there’s something that will change that?
  • Are you planning, plotting or conniving to make me disappear without a trace?
  • If there are things about you that you don’t want me to know, why bring it up?
  • Are you Jimmy Hoffa or Amelia Earhart in hiding?
  • Are you in the Witness Protection Program? (Nope, don’t wanna know!)
  • Did you drink half of my coffee when my head was turned?
  • Are you going to ask me to turn my head and cough?
  • Are you a Proctologist with cold hands, large fingers and huge class ring?

There are some things that are relevant and might cause a kink in our friendship.  If you chose to kill me, for example, that would definitely put a damper on things.  But we share more in common than one may think.  Ask yourself:

  • Are you breathing too?
  • Do you have a pulse?
  • Do you like cookies?
  • Do you ingest fluids?
  • Tired of these questions?


See? We have MUCH in common and that’s part of what makes a friendship.  Friendship is like planting an acorn. Starts small and grows stronger if it is healthy.  Occasionally you must battle nefarious squirrels and such, but for the most part friendships grow.


Enjoy the time together.  And don’t look so stunned.

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