mad dash to get it done

in this blog you will never find a rant, a rave, or a mention about anything that goes on with my job. i don't want to turn this into a soapbox to ruminate anything that goes on in the workplace - good, bad, or indifferent. i will though, from time to time, use it as a handy excuse. like this - i haven't posted in forever and a day because i usually post at work. work has become fast paced and ridiculous (since i moved back to supporting sales) and i have little, ney, no time to post. so there you have it.

but i'm back today. for a few minutes. so how is the great pink t, you ask? <>

so, i have a list of things to write about. random thoughts about why things are they way they are and why we behave the way we do. i also have a overrated/underrated post, well, 2 actually, that i need to get out. let's start with what i was going to write about last week.

so, we human beings are psychological anomalies. probably not to those that study the mind and body, but to me, and my opinion is what matters right now. growing up, i'd often get cuts or scrapes. once i even slid across pavement on my face after riding my bike like a motorcycle around a corner (yes, i leaned, the pedal caught the ground and i flew). i see kids these days with the same things happen to them, and you know what? they don't cry. not until they actually see the damage. not until they see the reaction (toddlers are this way too).

as we grow up, i firmly believe we're able to control our reactions to pain or shock. a small scrape no longer warrants a scream, heck, it may not even hurt anymore. for some people the mere sight of blood will send them into hysterics.

i bring this up because just recently i had this happen to me and it was odd. it's been nice here, i've been driving a lot, and the sun is always on my side of the car (i'm cursed). so not only do i have a nice farmer's tan, one arm is significantly darker than the other. i forget where i was coming from on the day in mind, but later i noticed my arm was burned.

now, at any point throughout the day and into the evening, you would think that a burned arm might, just maybe, cause a little bit of pain to an individual. me, i guess it doesn't. only after i noticed it did i realize that it actually was a bit tender and that it hurt. go figure.

i don't understand why we as human's do not recognize all pain in the same way. the example i gave is different than someone putting their hand on a hot plate. the latter i would think would be instantaneous, but the former, eh, when you notice it.

it's just something to ponder. you'll have to excuse me now, i was just told i'm on fire and now that it's mentioned, it kind of hurts.