Yesterday, I was with my friend's family at a restaurant.
They wanted to take a group picture.
One person handed her iPhone to server. (Group picture was taken.)
Then, her iPhone was returned.
I saw the group picture. First, I undoubtedly looked at myself.
(I admit it. When a group picture is taken, I always see myself.)
Ego was set.
"Yuh. I look good. The group picture is great."
I was driving.
I wanted to change lane. I saw an opening as I began to shimmy my way through the left lane.
(I turned on my left signal light, before I slowly committed.)
The driver honked at me. (He was upset that I cut him.)
I stuck my arm out of my window, and I gave him a thumbs up (as a "thank you"). Then, I looked through my side mirror. He gave me a thumbs down. (It was quite entertaining.)
(FYI, he is an Uber driver. I saw its logo on his back window.)
My younger-self would have been extremely upset at him. I was horrible at road rage. Ever since I came back from Canada last month, I have controlled my road rage. (Canada rarely has road rage, unlike the Bay Area.)
Continue on to my story...
I allowed this driver to pass me, once we merged onto the freeway. (He quickly passed me.) I was ready for him to pass me. As he passed me, I gave him a huge smile (revealing my teeth). He shook his head, and gave me another thumbs down. (His lady was his passenger as well.)
10 minutes later, we headed the same way. Apparently, we took the same exit. He was still way ahead of me. Surprisingly, I caught up with him, until he was waiting for the red light. (We were few cars away from each other.)
Then, we parted ways, once we approached the residential area. He turned right, while I turned left. Before we took our turns, we looked at each other. I gave him a smile, while he just astonishingly smiled at me.
That was it.
After all, it did not end up as a road rage.
I am trying to not be very harsh on myself.
Road rage keeps on going. Most importantly, proving somebody wrong will not go anywhere. Nobody will win, unless somebody pulls a gun. Then, somebody will die from just a road rage.
On my old road rage, I used to foul mouth, yell, flip off, and take any other violent action. This is not worth it. (You want to be the winner so you stand for yourself.)
I retire from road rage.
I give you a huge smile with a thumbs up.
Whoa. This is my 100th blog post. I am shocked and amazed. Yuh.
Alright. I am gonna write 5 facts about myself.
1. I moved around a bit. My dad was in the US Navy. As a preschooler and kindergartener, I lived in East Meadow, New York. As a first and second grader, I lived in Portland, Texas. (FYI, famous singer, Selena, died in Corpus Christi, which is about 9 miles to where I was living. This happened in 1995. RIP, Selena.) From third grade until now, I have lived in the Bay Area.
2. Possibly, I am ambidextrous. I started writing with my left-hand. However, I was taught how to write with my right-hand instead. I play basketball with my left-hand, but I play tennis with my right-hand.
3. I used to have dimples.
4. Throughout my life, I have chosen many different hairstyles: Bald, mullet, huge afro, high-top fade, crew cut, bowl cut, mohawk, faux hawk, pompadour, and slicked back. (Yuh, mix it up.) I am very grateful that I still have hair. (I am no way near from going bald.) Perhaps, my next hairstyle is dreadlocks.
5. When I was 21 years old, I had a girlfriend. To this day, she was my only girlfriend. Patience is the key. (Enjoy life.)
Post a comment below, if you want me to write more facts about myself on my future blog post.
At Vancouver International Airport, I stood in line to order a cup of Starbucks coffee.
It happened last Thursday at 11ish am. My flight departure was at 12:45pm but it was delayed at 3pm. (Then, delayed at 4:30. Lastly, delayed at 5:30pm.)
I was flying back home to San Francisco International Airport.
As I stood in Starbucks line, I saw an old lady slowly walking with her white cane. Everybody was looking at her. (Most people do not see and encounter a blind person every day.)
Last night, I met this cute lady at my cousin's wedding.
We sat together at the wedding reception. I believe we had a connection. I assumed by looking at her eyes, as we talked. (I enjoy meeting new people, and connecting with them.)
I told her, "I'll be in Canada until Thursday."
A day after the wedding, she texted me, "I appreciate this. However, I don't see this going anywhere. No chemistry for me. Sorry."
I replied, "Thanks for your honesty 👍! No need to apologize." (The average guy would say something like, "Forget her! That's her loss!" I used to say that.)
She replied, "Enjoy the rest of your stay!"
I replied, "Thank you very much! 😁"
Let it be! Respect the lady.
I want to become the best person I can be. Also, I want to be perfect.
Then again, nobody is perfect. Relax, Mikey. Take it easy.
I am too harsh on myself. (Yes, I was depressed late last year. For the reason that, I was jealous by everybody's social media with their lovers. I called myself, "A lonely blogger." Most importantly, I am better now.)
One of my good friends did tell me something like, "If you keep rolling your eyes, you are overthinking. One way to relax is to look downward at your nose. Keep your eyes still. Then, lift the tip of your tongue. Have your tongue touch your palate (roof of your mouth) as you slowly take 3 deep breaths.
Here is a list below on my harshness:
Lately, I have been meditating. One of my good friends recommended me it.
He said, "Meditation manages his mind."
Most importantly, meditation has lightened my harshness.
Here is a list below on my improved harshness compared to the list above:
Let it be. Be free. (I cannot control the outcome.)
Last night, I was about to sleep, until I heard breaking news about an active gun shooter open firing his fully-automatic rifle at a music festival in Las Vegas. (At that time, the news reported 2 people dead, and about 200 injured.)
This morning, I woke up at 9:15. Then, I see a missed phone call from one of my good friends. (He called me at 8:45am.)
He brought up the gunshooting incident in Vegas.
Why did your good friend call you about it?
14 years went by fast. I miss you (and I will always be)!
Remember that common saying, "Never judge a book by its cover."
When can you judge a book, then? Once you finish reading it.
Apparently, judging people comes from our human instincts (and human nature). It is a habit as well.
Heck, I enjoy people-watching as I judge them. (Call myself a jerk, then. Every day, I believe everybody judges at least one stranger. It is impossible to avoid it.)
Why do I judge people?
It gives me confidence, but it is the "sore loser" way. (Putting people down makes me better.) Also, it is entertaining. I am insecure, then.
I do not like the person's choice. For instance, I see a couple walking together. I shook my head. Why, so? I see a guy wearing his pajamas, while his lady has a gorgeous dress on. He has no style. She took the time to look pretty for him. (I assumed that he did not put in the time and effort.)
I am jealous. For instance, I see a pretty lady with an average-looking man. Why is she with that dude? She can find somebody better, like myself.
Therefore, I am not completely (100%) happy with myself, then.
Enough with the judging people part. (Go ahead, and judge me.)
How to stop myself from judging others?
(Remember that Nickelodeon TV cartoon show, Doug)
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