Cognitively Complex

Therapy for the mind…

Optimism

This week has been shockingly good.

After a miserable week prior of self-reflection that really put a damper on my mood and my outlook on life in general, things have been on the up and up lately. My shoulder has healed to the point where I’m only experiencing minimal pain, and that pain is steadily decreasing as I get work in to strengthen it. At this point, I’ve been working through my usual routine, and it feels great. Maybe the endorphins are fueling my good spirits.

I’ve been on top of my game at work, hitting project deadlines and managing a number of employees with success that has garnered me some praise from my superiors. It’s a far cry from where I was two weeks ago, which was floating in a place of utter confusion, frustration, and overwhelming exhaustion.

But the biggest improvement has been the improved engagement with my friends. I made an effort to reach out to friends I haven’t seen in a long time, and reinvigorating those relationships has been great. My girlfriend and I have made more of an effort to go out to dinner together, talk, and act like we’re really dating, even though we’ve been together for nearly five years. All of this over the course of just two weeks has really changed my attitude.

Will it last? Let’s hope so.

 

The Disinterested

“You look disinterested.”

I get this a lot. In fact, most of my facial expressions don’t actually convey my thoughts. In some cases, I’m completely convinced that an idea that is being presented is a great idea, but my face isn’t expressing a grin from ear to ear. Same can be said for sadness or anger, although that happens less often. Generally, if I’m unhappy with something — I’ll show it. As you can imagine, this creates some problems in the workplace. Especially when my boss puts focus on the fact that I look disinterested in something that’s important.

ADD’ers have probably been in this position before. Fortunately, I had a pretty good reason. I was disinterested, but not in the overall idea. I was completely disinterested in the fact that we had wasted 15 minutes of valuable time going over a detail that was solved one minute after it was brought up. We circled and circled back to the solution over and over again, causing a few sighs from the audience.

Apparently, mine was heard the loudest.

Meetings veer off into chatter often. It’s the number one reason for my frustration at work. It takes away from the joy I find in solving problems. It takes the “fun” out of work and makes it work… for me. Others would say that the small talk and chatter make work bearable. In my opinion, you need to find a new job then.

Taking It Easy

Obsession. It’s a pain in the ass.

For many ADD’ers like myself, it’s a well-known time waster. Like a cat searching for that red laser pointer, we “hyperfocus” on things and become obsessed. In my early college years, this usually manifested itself as a deep desire to defeat a challenging video game, or head out to the pond to play hockey for hours on end. Harmless fun.

This obsessive hyperfocus is likely one of the reasons I’ve been successful in my career as well. I haven’t run into a problem I haven’t been able to figure out, mainly because I obsess about finding the solution. Early in my career, that helped me get noticed and ahead. Nowadays, however, everyday problem solving is left to people underneath me who are trying to get noticed and ahead. I’m tasked with solving bigger problems, and they require far more thinking.

Solutions eventually come to me, but at my level — the stress has increased substantially. This is a problem.

Throughout my whole life, I’ve been Mr. Laid Back. I was the epitome of “Take It Easy”. I never let anything stress me out. So, I’m a little outside of my comfort zone. This week, I was completely out of my mind on Monday and Tuesday, but today — I was able to complete all of my work and let out a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, it’s difficult for me to unwind because I know there are more problems lurking around the corner.

I’ve only felt this anxiety and stress at a few other times in my life. Usually within the rollercoaster of emotions that a bad relationship brings. Is my work life becoming a bad relationship? Or do I need to learn how to manage? How can I get back to the days of taking it easy?

Catching Up…

Good weekend with the exception of the depression.

I still feel a bit uneasy about the way my life has been going socially, but Sunday was a day that righted the direction slightly. I drove into the city to see an old friend, an impromptu little meet-up, as a precursor to a furniture shopping trip. Beers and food were had, and it was a great time. He’s about to have a child, and he’s excited.

Man, I miss those days.

In all honesty, I miss my college days. Not a care in the world. My days were filled with these type of impromptu meetings. I met all sorts of new and interesting people. Baseball games, happy hours, friends and family, cookouts. The only questions I had to answer were… how’s school going? These days, everything and everybody, at least where I live, is focused on keeping up with the Joneses or work.

It was good to get out of that place. I miss it already.

The Depression of Introversion

Susan Cain talks about how introverts are “undervalued” in a society that has grown more and more obsessed with being extroverted in her book, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. The book is brilliant and empowering to all of us introverts who have been told throughout our lives that we need to be more extroverted. In a nutshell, she claims all of that is bullshit… and I agree.

But one of the things the book can’t solve is our social awkwardness and anxiety. Case in point…

Me.

In some sense, we all want to be a functional extrovert. I want to be able to attend a party, meet new people, and make new friends. How often has that actually happened? Rarely, if ever. I made a number of great friends in college, two of which are now my best friends, but I’ve never been able to make new friends after I graduated.

There are a number of major obstacles in my way. First, as aforementioned, I’m socially awkward. I don’t make steady eye contact, and small talk is excruciatingly boring to me. I do try though. And this is definitely an area I want to improve.

Second, I have rare opportunities to meet new people. A lot of people have told me to join a church, but I’m not religious, nor do I think I need religion. I’m not a fan of it, and I don’t think I can be convinced of that. The social aspect of it, however, is appealing, but I’d feel like a fraud for going only for that and not believing in what I am actually supposed to be there for.

The city I live in isn’t exactly chalk full of activities for adults. My girlfriend and I have both tried to find outlets to make new friends. It doesn’t seem to be working. It’s been going so badly that we are getting depressed. We feel we are great friends to the ones we have, but the interaction we have with them happens on a monthly basis. We want more than that. But we can’t seem to find that.

What gives?

The Angst of Being Thirty

Tonight was a night I may never forget.

It started off harmless enough. I came home from work in a rush as my girlfriend and I were invited to a surprise engagement party that the soon-to-be fiance of her childhood friend was throwing. Both of us were a bit nervous of this encounter because we are both socially awkward and riddled with anxiety when we attend events in which we hardly know anyone. But everyone at the event made us feel welcome.

I was envious of these people. All glaring with excitement and joy about the engagement. Effortlessly walking between different groups of people they didn’t even know, introducing themselves, and talking away. Why can’t it be that easy for me? It never has been.

Surprisingly, one of the men struck up a conversation with me, asking me who I was, how I knew the fiance-to-be, and what I did for a living. We both worked in the same field, so we had one thing in common from the start. We chit-chatted a bit, and he introduced me to some more people. It was going well.

The fiance arrived at the party, shocked by all the people that had come to see her. We stuck around for about an hour before ducking out shamefully. My girlfriend had to work in an hour, so we needed to bolt home. But that didn’t stop us from feeling depressed.

“Do you feel like your left out?”, I asked. “Yeah, kind of.”, she said. It was obvious when we stepped inside. Friends she knew from her childhood were still great friends with the fiance, hanging out with her on a weekly basis, but my girlfriend sees the fiance maybe twice a year. “The door swings both ways, ya know.”, I said, knowing full well that she would counter with the fact that the fiance has been invited to countless events and only showed once.

I really feel sad for her sometimes. She has no girlfriends. No good girlfriends to talk to on the phone late at night. Nobody to go shopping with her. It must be lonely. She has me, but sometimes I feel like she just wants that alone time to vent about my ridiculous habits. All in good fun, mind you, but something everyone needs in their life, right? Then again, I don’t have that either.

That sad realization hit me in the same moment I spoke with her about being left out. We talked about how it would be nice to meet new people, make new friends. But when you’re 30, it’s hard. Where do you meet people? This isn’t college anymore. I can’t go to the bar, party with a bunch of dudes, and two weeks later — we’re all tailgating together at a college football game. Now, my life is filled with a little boy running around my house and a girlfriend who has taken a role as a caring mother figure to him. We are a family.

The thought took me back to something a neighbor of mine once told me. He was from New York, and he said, “You know what the problem with this place is… you can’t talk to somebody and invite them over for dinner. Everybody is friends with their buddies from high school, and that’s it. No more friends. They don’t need anyone else. So, people like me who move around… we end up all alone because nobody wants to take the chance to get to know you.”

I’ve experienced this in my life on both sides of the table. I’ve been the person who has been ignored, and I’ve been the person who has ignored. Looking back on it, it’s silly that I ignored anyone. I’ve been a victim of it my whole life. To say that I give a bad first impression is an understatement. Apparently, I have ‘unapproachable’ written on my face. Why I would ignore anyone is beyond me these days?

All of these thoughts running through my head weren’t the worse part though. The whole engagement thing brought about an argument between my girlfriend and I on the way home. We’ve been together for almost 5 years. We’re not married. You get the picture?

But there was one breakthrough. She’s not known for expressing her feelings honestly when we talk. She’ll keep them close to her heart and only by my nagging will she eventually disclose how she really feels. Tonight, she told me how she really feels. She’s angry that I haven’t proposed. And honestly, she hit me with the “I think you’re afraid of commitment” speech.

Hmmmmm….

Am I? I was once married before, roughly six years ago, and it… went.. terribly. In fact, I think it’s the big reason why I’ve put off an engagement. Shockingly, the whole social aspect of a wedding gives me anxiety as well. Everyone staring at me, everyone watching us. It seems petty to think about that, but it scares the shit out of me that I have to be the center of attention in that manner. But I can look past that if it means I make the woman I love happy.

Help.

The Struggle to Learn Everything

One of my constant frustrations is the limited amount of time I have to do anything. It’s something that everyone, at one point or another in their lifetime, battles with, but for me — the battles have morphed into an all-out war with no cease fire in sight.

This typically manifests itself when I’m at work. I normally hit a few of my favorite websites, read over the latest world news, and check out some of my favorite Q&A sites. Upon this journey into the unknown every morning, I hit a wall.

Intrigue.

Some people probably read this and think to themselves… this guy is complaining that he’s interested in things? This isn’t a complaint. It’s pure frustration. Case in point… I was reading through an economics blog I frequent called Marginal Revolution. The economist behind it is Tyler Cowen, and he started a side project called MRUniversity that offers free courses on economics.

I took a number of economic courses in college, but I’ve lost a grip on everything I’ve learned. Back then, I wasn’t as into it as I am now, so learning about the online education aspect of Cowen’s website peaked my interest. I saved the page into my Pocket, thinking I’d return to it in a week and get to learning. That was two months ago.

I’ve taken up other endeavours in the meantime. I began freelance writing a bit, and I started a project to allow me to learn new technologies in the web development trade to keep me sharp at work. The latter of the two is enough to keep someone busy for a lifetime. The former is an immediate task I need to complete. Now, my list of things I want to learn has backlogged, and it’s causing me frustration that I can’t get to it.

I need to relax.

Pushing My Limits

Sleep has, once again, escaped me.

This time, I woke up at 3:00 AM, and as I turned over to peep my phone to show me exactly what time it was — I was wide awake. I rolled into work at a little after 8:00 AM, groggy and tired. Most of my day has been a complete blur, kept alive only by the constant flow of shitty coffee and my will to continue getting things done.

I’m convinced the issue is my inability to shut my mind down for the evening. Stress could be playing a factor, although I really don’t feel stressed. I read a lot of intense analysis and coverage of current events, sports, and technology during the late evening hours. It gets my brain churning, usually leading to lengthy sessions where I write down ideas into a notebook before I head to bed.

When my shoulder was 100%, I would work out after these sessions. That would usually do the trick, exhausting me to the point where bed was a much-needed break from the misery of a Crossfit workout or a rings workout. I haven’t had that in awhile.

But that certainly hasn’t been a cure-all. I’ve had issues even after pushing out an entire 5×5 Stronglifts workout followed by a 20 minutes HIIT session.

The plan is to begin a wind down routine about an hour and a half before bed. No electronics, no consumption of news analysis, nothing to trigger the brain from churning and churning to find a solution to the world’s problems. It’s tough to do that because that’s my job, and I’m very good at my job.

I’m also heading back into my workout routine full-time this week. I won’t be able to go completely 100% on my shoulder just yet, but I’m almost there. It’s at about 80% right now, and I’m still working it with shoulder-strengthening exercises. That should put the axe on this issue, shouldn’t it?

God, I hope so.

Out With The Old, In With The Old

There’s something about the past that’s appealing to me.

I can’t quite put my finger on why. It’s most likely because my parent surrounded me with it during my childhood. I lived in an older home from the time I was born until I was 8. My parents ran a successful vintage collectibles and antiques store all the way through my college years, my Dad devoting time to it after he got off work and my Mom running it full-time. It paid my way through college.

Fast forward to today, I live in a home built in 1920. It’s remarkable with all its quirks, spacious, full of charming original woodwork, and a place I’m proud to live in. In fact, on a daily basis, I find myself wondering what it was like to live here back in the 1920′s. Right down the street is a park with the original lighting from the turn of the last century. The neighborhood still has landmarks of the very distant past. I love it.

Along with this love comes problems. Old homes are… adventurous. The walls aren’t insulated. The windows have gaps. We don’t have central air conditioning. Things are old. There in lies the rub. To enjoy these beautiful places, you’ve got to have the will to make it your home. The will to trudge through the ugly and see the beauty.

In some ways, it’s like life.

 

Writing is Hard

Over the last couple of days, I’ve been presented with decisions I’ve been putting off.

One of these decisions involves delving back into writing for a two-month stint. I’ve been wary of doing such a thing, mainly because I didn’t enjoy the other people I had to associate with in the industry. I also learned during my previous time writing that I don’t take criticism too well. In fact, I obsess over it and try to please everyone instead of objectively looking at my writing and making improvements to progress my craft.

It’s a no-brainer, right? Why would I want to go back to a mindset like that? Well, the truth is that there are times when the words just come to me, beautifully and elegantly, and I absolutely love it. In those moments, all of that insecurity just fades away. I’m alone with my words, and my words stream out to the world for people to enjoy.

I’ll have to make a decision by the end of the month more than likely. I’m definitely leaning toward the work, but I’m going to need to approach it differently this time. My focus doesn’t need to be on whether or not it’s going to be received well. It needs to be on whether or not I think it is my best effort, period. Thinking about what everyone else thinks was exactly what drove me to hating it so much. I can’t go back down that path ever again.

 

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