The Nation Can't Change Until The President's Bored

While chasing a slow paced summer day during what seems like an earlier than normal departing seasonal way...I drew myself inward. Red leaves, frail long grass and cattails exploding spoke out in wisdom, "Its time my human friend to begin the journey of shedding your skin." I shut off the world. Popped the mental clutch out of career driven. Not lost in thought because if you think openly universes demand discovery. I refused to wear children's shoes knowing such a showcasing displays immaturity. Playing radio was what I did late into the nights turned morning at the ripe old age of seven going on sixty three. Being alone invited people to worry. The Black Sheep is what they called me. Until someone took the time to rest in silence with me. Even if they were acting, their reasons for better understanding served as fuel to dig into nothingness a little more and often. Boredom or a reason to believe you are currently suffering from swims within the very waters you'll find other measurements such as fear, lack of confidence, a willingness to break rules and a need to be accepted. To reduce the overbearing strength boredom darkens we invent, redesign, exaggerate, create fights and hoist sails hoping a passing breeze will seize a new island of adventure and fun. The American economy depends on your addictions. If everybody was happy there'd be no reason for Apple to release the Iphone 5. If bosses didn't torment you by squeezing ever last inch of sweat from even lost dreams...life wouldn't have challenges, goals to be met and eyes that see horizons not yet set. Why do they try to sell People Magazine at Wal-Mart when it serves a better purpose to kill time while standing in line? If more people took the time to view the makings of their society rather than the raking over the coals Hollywood exposed...the destination of your recreation wouldn't be a connection to false hopes and promises. Here's a great example: I wish I had Tom Cruise's looks but at 5' 10'' he along with Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Swarchenegger had to sacrifice height to experience universal appeal. The look has power. Decisions have been made by the way they were made. Being short is the sport in Southern California. But not so in politics... President's Obama and Reagan slipped into the White House a half inch over 6' 1''. Mitt Romney, Bill Clinton and George W check in at 6' 2''. If Abraham Lincoln truly is this nation's greatest of all leaders; I can see why, he towered over Congress at 6'4''. Hmmm what might have worked for Mr. Lincoln didn't necessarily pay off for Lyndon B Johnson also 6'4''. How did we go from discussing boredom right into an extremely boring subject? Exactly!!!! Sitting in a radio station control room spinning tunes that gift listeners with an added bounce to their day charges up the batteries of anyone willing to play. The problem is...nobody along the way teaches the speaker talker how to deal with boredom. When was the last time you sat alone in a room playing the same songs over and over for 5 maybe 6 hours six days a week? While syndicated with the Pam Stone Show the players involved all agreed the better performance was always off the air. Especially since Pam wasn't in the same studio with Anthony Michaels and myself! If the eyes are the window to the soul then what becomes the guide when blind? When you reduce commitment life happens. It requires determination. A willingness to stand behind a decision to say, "No!" Human chapters based on over committing dissolves the core of your job. Having brilliant time management doesn't supersede what needs to succeed. Having multiple commitments physically deteriorates your reasons for setting out to accomplish. The idea of reintroducing yourself to nothingness causes a negative reaction. If a masked man suddenly appeared asking for your money you'd fearfully freeze. What's the worst you do when a micromanaging boss, overzealous neighbor, controlling coworker and endlessly mouthy children rob you blind of your time? A little anger? A pinch of disappointment? A shot of Cotton Candy Vodka? Swiping a few views from Glamour, Vogue and Sports Illustrated? In a couple of years, a decade or five later you're overweight, your armpits stink and so does your desire to grow forward. The worst thing about life is its lack of supporting the creation of a remote control that can instantly melt away the commercials while shooting you back to a beginning you assume can be done better. No... not gonna happen. There are way too many perfectionists in the world without it. Take inventory. Know what you really do not what you assume. Add it all up and see why your body is acting like a three year old in a grocery story that doesn't understand why it can't have a chunk of chocolate. Learn to say, "No..." Locate boredom. There is no race to face. Create a journal filled with you asking yourself questions. Be honest with your answers. Be open with your opinions. Set fire to the desire to want to fight and instantly turn the questions around, "Why do you always ask me about that?" The Interviewer will always reply. But do you have the guts to set free what's really making you extremely unhappy? Get to know yourself before giving yourself to others. I will always believe in you first... arroe@arroe.net