Asshole

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As is our routine these days when I'm in town, we have dinner together and play some game afterward. I enjoy these evenings a lot, playing cards with Mom and Eric.

We tend to stick to the simpler games, card games with a short game time, often as little as five minutes, rarely longer than 15. We also tend to play the same game for weeks, mostly so that we don't have to adjust what rules are foremost in our heads. Skipbo and Uno are our usual go-to games, if only because of their familiarity. We tried the Uno sibling game Duo, but didn't really like the additional complexity.

Well, last week I picked up a deck of Uno Flip, and tonight was a night of the game.

Normally, we'd study the rules, have some sort of discussion about how the game plays, and then start in on the game.

Except, all of us had a drink.

Which meant we dove right in. This game has a "good" side, and a "bad" side. The "good" side has penalty cards that are less onerous than the ones from a normal Uno deck: +1 cards instead of +2, and +2 Wild cards instead of +4. The flip side (hence the name of the game) is the "bad" side, it has +5 cards and a lot of them. It also has a "draw until you draw this color" which ofter results in a 12 card pick-up. There are flip cards that switch which side of the cards (which deck) we play.

When the "bad" side is played, every one is a jerk in the game. It's hard not to be jerk, possibly impossible.

Compound that with the drinks we were having, and the game quickly devolved into a total game of Asshole. Each time a player dropped a +5 card, someone else muttered, "Asshole." in some entertaining way, and all of us would giggle. A player would call Uno and 3 rounds later have 20+ cards in her hand. Asshole indeed.

Pretty sure this game is going to stick around for a while. At least, until we all decide to stop being Assholes for the 30 minutes we play.

Doing This Right

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I Keep Doing This Wrong

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I swear, I keep doing this speaking thing wrong.

ONCE AGAIN (how many times am I going to do this?) I miss where all the speakers are sitting, and I sit off by myself.

ONCE AGAIN (how many times am I going to do this?) I miss the opportunity to bond over butterflies and nerves and nausea as we wait for our speaking slot.

ONCE AGAIN (how many times am I going to do this?) I miss the chance to relax into the understanding of other speakers post-talk.

I keep doing this and it keeps frustrating me.

My biggest goof was Webstock 2012, no one told me there was an entire cordoned off section for speakers where the group of them all bonded. I sat in the second level balcony alone, in tears because I had no feedback about my talk, I didn't know if I had done even remotely okay.

My latest goof was today.

Upside, the other speakers helped me recover. They came up to talk with me after my FIRST EVER KEYNOTE. SQUEEEEE!

But not like Kitt

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Me: "No, Mom, I don't think you're eating enough."

Mom: "You don't?"

Me: "No, I don't. You restrict what you eat and don't eat enough of what you do eat."

Mom: "Huh. Do you agree?"

Eric: "Yes, but don't eat like Kitt does."

Me: "What does that mean?"

Eric: "You find something you like and binge on it for weeks. That's not healthy either."

Me: "..."

Looking out at the world from the inside of our own heads / hearts / minds / thoughts, recognizing our patterns is difficult. I can't say that I thought of my eating habits as a single-focused, binging diet. After having it pointed out, I could recall my rice only phase in high school, and my bagel only phase also in high school, and maybe a ramen phase in there somewhere. There might have been some other eat-this-every-day foods, but I hadn't thought they were obsessive or long.

Clearly, I thought wrong according to Eric.

The comment brought me up short, because the idea of binging doesn't fit my story, according to the stories I know. And yet, Mom didn't contradict him, and I trust these two very much.

I wonder what other stories I keep getting wrong, and if everyone around me is going to keep dropping truth bombs on me until my world crumbles.

Silence

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