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Archive for July, 2007

the science of selling myself short

Less Than Jake sings a song titled “The Science of Selling Yourself Short”, which is really too fitting for me. I feel like the song title describes the story of my life. In general, I’m not a very loud person, and I don’t usually toot my own horn very much. Sometimes I wonder if I really err too much on the side of being too quiet about my accomplishments and end up selling myself short.

I was at something recently where the whole string of events just bothered me. It was at an alumni event, and as much as I still love Virginia, the longer I am out of college, the more I feel like the whole place was just a giant hairball of pretentiousness. Inevitably, because of the presence of young alums, the Lawn came up in conversation. So-and-so attending the event got called out as “oh, see her over there, she lived on the Lawn, too!” And the next person. And the next person. Until a group of former Lawnies all gathered together and shared the funniest stories from their respective years living on the grassy knoll.

Of course I felt left out. No one brought me up; no one even knew about me. I guess I could have easily said, “Hey guys, wait a minute. I lived there, too. Don’t forget me! I applied, got chosen, and then went and became Head Resident! Me! Me! I need reaffirmation of my worth as measured in Lawnie-status, too!”

Of course I didn’t say that. I really wanted to. In the end, I said nothing and just chit-chatted with the rest of the people, listening politely to the Lawn stories that were told. Before long, the conversation topic shifted, and the whole episode was forgotten. For me though, I still kept wondering just why was it that I always inevitably feel like I sold myself short, and furthermore, why is it that others do the same to me, too?

vigilante justice against melodrama

I can be pretty immature sometimes, feeling the need to take it upon myself to bring justice to this world.  And this world has too much melodrama.  Ever see an acquaintance on the streets and ask him how he’s doing, only to be met with a mopey “well, I’ve been better” with no further explanation?  Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.

Or how about a colleague who unnecessarily complicates matters by insisting that insignificant rules are melodramatically important for no more reason than simply because s/he is in charge of enforcing the rule? Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.

In good moods, I do a decent job of rolling with things and not fighting the melodrama.  In not so great moods, I tend to immaturely challenge the melodramatic offender.  “What do you mean you’ve been better?  What’s not to love about the day?”  “You know, mixologically speaking, the hot and cold water mix together anyway regardless of which one you turn on first.”

I’ll dig and push and challenge until the person has no choice but to admit that s/he was melodramatically exaggerating, and then walk away with their tail tucked between their legs.  Yes, unnecessary melodrama is one of my biggest pet peeves.  But no, I don’t really need to exercise vigilante justice to beat it down.  I really should just roll with it.  Maybe I’d have more friends that way.