Some thoughts on frustration, or, I started this post on December 11, 2010 and just now came back to it.

Frustration is a result of pride.

I guess.

That’s all I can figure out at the moment, because after a few intensely frustrating hours of life, I feel shallow and pitiful trying to maintain my anger at things not going the way I want them to go. It feels childish to sit here at my desk and avoid paying bills by feeling persecuted because other people aren’t behaving as robotically as I expect them to. It feels so wrong, in fact, that I know there must be something deeply wrong about it.

Whining sucks. I know this from experience with it. Continue reading

You can call me Divine Master

My boss outed me today.

It is funny to me that I’m only 30 and already working for a younger boss. During our Taco Bell lunch, he was saying he turns 25 next week.

“When I turned 25, I was still in school,” I said, thinking about how different my life is from his. He’s in the tenth year of running his own business. As a sophomore in high school, he already had two employees. As a 25 year-old, I was goofing off in seminary, living off student loans and my Grad Assistant stipend. Continue reading