I may have nothing for you this weekend, I may have much. It is obligation central for the next two days. Saturday is the fun kind - get to head out early to the lumber yard in search of wood for door trim. I'll put the anticipation of that in second place on the "happy to get up early" scale, just behind a visit to The Swinery. It will be nice to have the new door finished. After that - mandatory fun night. It is an empty complaint, because I like the people we are going to hang out with. We will probably be at a restaurant that I would not have chosen - ever - if it were up to me, but eventually you forget where you are and just enjoy the company.
Sunday puts me firmly on Morgan's hatewatch. Prime violator of rule #20: Raising awareness of...whatever. I am getting up early to go to a run/walk for breast cancer. But, oh, the conflict! For he also mentions that exercising in the morning does somehow magically make you a better person. Perhaps as a "morning exercising" good person I will be penitent enough to punish myself after being a "participating in a breast cancer race" bad person. And now that I have raised your awareness of it, I am double-violator of a single rule. I jest, Morgan, and I totally respect (cripes! There goes #27!) your position on these things.
Morgan's point, if a bit foggily defined, is certainly not lost on me. Perhaps the most enduring lesson I learned from the Army is that no one benefits from being his own cheerleader. If you are doing something - a good, altruistic, generous, charitable, etc thing - its level of goodness is significantly diminished the moment you insist on making sure everyone knows you did it. There's a lesson about strength of character in there. Any jelly-spined asshole who can't keep his suck-pocket shut about all the awesome things he does, is also a jelly-spined asshole who is successfully keeping a lot of secrets about lousy things he is doing in the meantime. People who do their good deeds in silence, on the other hand, are the kind of people who tend to have fewer apologies to make in the end. I am calling it my Hockey Player Paradigm, because this is the sort of thing you see out of them in post-game press conferences:
Reporter: "Johnny Hockey, you just broke the record and have proven that you are the best hockey player to have ever lived! What do you say about that?"
Johnny Hockey: "Hm. That's good. Listen, the team played really well tonight in front of our goalie. Everyone was solid. If we keep playing together like this, I think we'll give our fans a lot to be happy about this season."
Again - never be your own cheerleader. It just sullies up an otherwise decent act. For instance, I don't think anyone really opposes the green movement on principle, but we sure do oppose the invasiveness of its pedagogy. I wager there are a lot of people living very green lifestyles who would prefer to never, ever again have to hear anyone prattle on about being green. They are trying to live a certain way, not ostentatiously prove a certain thing. Which certain thing is, as Morgan correctly points out, always about how wonderful a person they are.
Perhaps it is genetic, something biological. My mom tells me that even as a little fella, I never wanted clothes that had big labels or pictures on them. Plain, unadorned, understated stuff. Never wanted to be much of a self-promoter, I guess. Can't tell where it comes from, as my brothers were both more or less indifferent to it, so we were clearly picking up different messages from our experiences.
Friday has me looking out upon more June rain, and looking forward to Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals. If you aren't doing anything else at 8PM Eastern Time tonight, and you have The Versus Network or CBC, grab a few beers and tune in to the game. You just might be glad you did. But whatever you do, don't root for Philly - they are the underdog, and that's #32.
Have a great weekend.