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Confessions of a Coffee Fiend

coffee and writingI have some favorite past times: reading, coffee, writing, coffee, thinking, coffee, dreaming, oh, and coffee.  Hopefully you picked up on the theme here. I love coffee.  Not in that creepy, “I Love You Man,” sort of way, rather an intense enjoyment of copious amounts of this dark nectar.  My day begins with coffee and usually ends with it too.  Not to mention the volumes between.

One might think that all this coffee would create indigestion or, at least, jitters. But I have found that it sparks my imagination and helps this introvert deal with the gaggle of extroverts.  Let’s face it, it’s bad form to speak with your mouth full. Thus, coffee allows me the opportunity to sip and remain quietly within my own fortress, speaking only when I have something to say. 

More times than not, I venture forth boldly to my office away from the office, get my juicings of that naughty bean we call coffee, find a table away from the herd, and ponder. Sometimes a thought will bing around my brain until it thonks firmly at the feet of my consciousness begging to be written down, much like a dog anxious to go for a walk.

The other day I witnessed a phenomenon that completely baffled and befuddled me. Yes, that would encompass any number of situations, but this one actually made me wonder about humanity.  Whilst I was enjoying my much needed caffeine, a group of young people came in.  I say “young” because they were younger than me and that could be quite the range.  But they excited got their “coffee” amidst their animated discussions about who likes who, what teacher “sucks the big one,” how lame their parents/siblings/anyone not them were, and just as my mind began to reel from this cacophonous revelry, I noticed that their “coffee” was more cream and sugar than actual coffee.  As a matter of face, it looked more like a milkshake that anything resembling the beverage I adore.

There was a part of me that wanted to run screaming from their proximity, but there was also a part of me that pitied these poor people who were enjoying their dessert beverage (I cannot bring myself to utter the word) with such enthusiasm.  Ah life, thou hast dealt a vicious blow to this poor soldier.

Alas, I will get yet another cup and ponder a while longer.

 

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Fortress of Solitude

ThailandIn her book, “The Introvert’s Way,” Sophia Dempling writes:

‘Aloneness is an external condition: a person without other people. Loneliness is an internal state. It is a longing to be with other people. Loneliness is how you feel about being alone.’

I can tell you, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I have been lonely. But simply because I’m an Introvert by nature does not make me automatically lonely. I embrace my alone time; crave it; require it, much as a person requires air to breathe. As a matter of fact, it is how I recharge and recover from interaction with others.

Introverts, as a group, tend to consider having nothing to do as a day well spent. We revel in the quiet and solitude of being able to have time alone to do what we need to do. I, for one, enjoy thinking quietly while engaged in some task that doesn’t require a lot of extraneous thought processes.

She continues,

‘Introverts’ need for copious amounts of time alone is one of the reasons we don’t have a million friends. Friendships require time to maintain, and too many friendships take too much energy.’

Introverts aren’t afraid of people; we prefer a few close friends rather than a gaggle of acquaintances. We like solitude.   Solitude…that’s what introverts crave! It’s how we regroup and unwind. It’s where we escape the awkwardness of socially required intermingling. It’s our Haven; our Fortress, if you will. So,itude sounds inviting, restful, tranquil, and even desireable.

We need a Fortress of Solitude. Let’s face it, Superman needed one.

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I’m An Introvert And I’m Okay

Introverted

This may come as quite a stunner to you, so please have a seat or hang on to something, I am an Introvert.  Let that sink in for a moment, as your heart rate and breathing recover from that shocking revelation.  A sip of coffee or tea would be acceptable about now.

 Most of my life, I have been aware of this fact, but wasn’t really able to understand what it meant.  I was told I was “stuck-up” because I wasn’t gregarious and loud.  I was thought to be “odd” because I preferred the company of a few people rather than a group (or herd or gaggle or glaring).  As far as I was concerned, there were only three types of people: Friends (who are close and few), Acquaintances (those with whom I would be polite and courteous, but not permit to get too close), and Strangers (those whom I would acknowledge with a nod or wave but little more).

 It’s not that I didn’t like people (although some people I would rather enjoy life without), because I truly do like people.  Okay, most people. Well, to be completely honest, only some people.  I don’t enjoy social gatherings much; rather, I enjoy a quiet evening with perhaps a couple of people.  Sporting events, for me, are to be watched from a recliner with snacks, or read about on the internet tomorrow.

Now, just because I’m an introvert in no way means I am missing out on any part of life.  I simply enjoy life in a different way.  Introverts love to laugh. We have ideas and opinions. We usually speak when we have something to say, not merely to fill the silence with noise. Introverts enjoy elevator rides for the simple reason that most people will FINALLY shut the hell up when the doors close.  When I wander off to my favorite hiding place, I tend to read.  If someone sits next to me and insists on chattering, thank you for ruining my little outing.

 Introverts aren’t lepers. We’re people and we’re normal. We can be outspoken if we need to be, but we process our thoughts differently.  We can smile, work the crowd, and even be in the spotlight; but we find such things tedious and exhausting.  If I must “mix and mingle” then, trust me, I will need some peace and quiet to recover.  Those who know me know that I tend to get grumpy if I am concentrating and get interrupted.  They also know that until I have had quiet time in the morning, I am absolutely cranky and irritable.

Those who think introverts should just “come out of their shell” or “get over it” are complete idiots! 

Here are a few things I have discovered on a website dedicated to Introverts:

 

Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.

Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.

Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.

Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.

Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.

Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.

Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.

Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.

Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.

So……sing it with me: “I’m an Introvert and I’m okay……”

 

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What Do You Mean I’m “Normal”?

I was born, you seem surprised, in a time when society taught us to question everything. While the actual year or decade of my birth is not relevant to this diatribe, the fact is, I’ve never understood complete conformism. Don’t get me wrong, there are some points of conformity I embrace wholeheartedly. Take the whole, murder is a not good thing, is a truly good idea. I firmly believe that bungee jumping is for the truly insane, but that’s more of an opinion, not a definite rule.

Even when I was in Military Service, I embraced the “shoot at me and I will shoot back” mentality, but didn’t see the point of going out of our way to find people to piss off enough to make them want to shoot at us.

Growing up, (which is a work in process), trying to fit in was not a huge concern. Having never been part of the popular crowd, the freedom from their constraints of blending in has been such a relief.  Although there do seem to be some societal conformational dictates that must adhered to in order to stay out of trouble. For example, showing up for a doctor’s visit naked, even though it does save time, is rather frowned upon.

It’s also, apparently, not wise to speak or look at anyone when you step into a lift. Chatter all you wish up until the doors close, and then the quiet rule takes over.

So imagine, after a few years of being rather a free spirit of sorts, being told by a co-worker that you are, and I quote, “just so normal.”  Seriously? Just go ahead and stick me in a museum with the rest of the relics from the past!  Then, the more I thought about it, the more it hit me….weird IS the new normal! So that means weird won!

HOORAY FOR WEIRD!    But stop calling me “normal” it might give me some sort of social disorder.

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Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

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“I just want to be happy.” Let’s face it, we’ve all heard it and we have most likely said it. Happiness is something we pursue with every fiber of our being. But what if I were to tell you that happiness is a state of mind, not a state of accumulation? Would you think me to have gone completely mad?

Nay, I assure you that this has been pondered and contemplated thoroughly and a secret has revealed itself. Happiness does not come from outside influences. Now, outside influences trigger feelings which enhance the happy state of being, but they do not, in and of themselves, cause our happiness.

If you find yourself unhappy, change what you can (thought processes are a good place to start), either accept or ignore what you cannot change, and keep moving forward. Why? There are some things that are within our power to alter. We can change jobs, for example. We can also change locations. We can also change our perception. We can change our “friends” or we can choose to avoid this who try to bring us down.

There are some things we cannot change, like what others think about us, what the company will do with our position, the overall economy, how other people feel and even the weather.  Let me ask you, stressing over things we cannot change helps how? Okay, it burns up time and lots of energy. But does stressing make it better? Probably not. In fact, it probably makes it worse for you and thoe around you. So why stress over the things you cannot control?

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

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Rainy Day Pondering

Puddles

We spend small fortunes over our lifetimes in the purchase of a means to keep from getting wet.  We buy raincoats, galoshes, umbrellas (only to lose them or have them stolen), not to mention the briefcases, newspapers, and other “protective” wear.  All to keep us from getting wet.  I personally believe it’s the clothing that causes this reaction.  Think about it, when you step into the shower, what, besides a smile, are you wearing? And you step into the shower to do what? GET WET!

When you go swimming, you are partially clothed (some more partially than others), and you do what? GET WET!

Let’s face it, when it rains you will get wet.  But rain is peaceful. Rain is gentle. The sounds are soothing and comforting. As a child (shortly after Noah released the animals from the ark), I used to take great joy driving my mother crazy by playing in the puddles after it rained.

Here’s my point, Rain happens. When it does, it rains on everyone, not just a select few. How you look at the rain tells a great deal about how you perceive life.  Are you accepting and make the best of it or are you frantically trying to run for cover?

 

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“What Do I Do With My Life?”

One of the questions I hear fairly often is, “What am I supposed to do with the rest of my life?”  Let’s think about that for a moment. What ARE we to do with the rest of our lives? Shoukd we seek fame? Should we work endless hours so we can be wealthy, but too exhausted to enjoy it? Should we toss it all aside and try doing nothing?

For the rest of your life, what should you do?  My question to such enquirers is simple….what are you passionate about?  Here’s why I ask that, we are, by nature, fickle beasts. Our feelings change on breath; our desires change on an impulse (which is why I try to take a list with me to the grocer. Impulse shopping leads to spending more money than you planned on things you didn’t plan). Some change relationships about as often as they change socks.

Thus I must offer what tidbit of wise nuggets as will fall from my brain when I shake my head. When asked “What am I to do with the rest of my life?” My initial response is “keep breathing.” While that may sound idiotic, it isn’t as stupid as your rolling eyes and derisive snort indicate. Breathing keeps us busy while our brain sorts through the implications. If you don’t believe me, wrap your head in a plastic bag and seal it off at the neck until you answer the question posed.

You see, the answer to the question is not something anyone can give you. Why? Because it is YOUR life, like it or not. You were the one given this life. If I tell you what to do with yours, then you will miss out on so much potential. Now I don’t advocate mooching for years off someone else while you “find yourself” either.  The odd part about living your own life is that you can plan for the future, but you must be flexible enough to deal with detours. If you carve your life plan in stone, you are most likely going to spend a lot of time being frustrated and angry.

“All we have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given us” – J.R.R. Tolkein.  These are decisions we make breath by breath as we live.

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Dun Dun Duhhhhhhhh!!!!

Your phone rings. You look at the caller ID and you suddenly feel the cold splinter inserted into your heart.  It’s Susan. She likes to chatter like a monkey with engorged hindquarters (and resembles that in so many ways).  Your neighbors warned you that she would be calling with an invitation to the annual neighborhood block party, she happens to be hosting.

 

Your mind races through your catalogue of excuses not to go. Then your other catalogue of reasons not to answer the phone; as beads of sweat pour from your every pore, soaking your clothing as though you just ran through the carwash sans the car.  You’re instinct overrides on the third ring and your thumb touches the green key on your phone. Before you can get the phone to your ear to say “Hello,” Susan has already launched into her chatter-fest seemingly running in a loop through every phone call she makes.

 

“So I was talking to Lisa and Jim and you know how they just LOVE parties and I told them that I was hosting this year’s block party and they were just ALL into helping me but you know how I LOVE doing these things myself I mean if you want something done right now what I mean anywho I just called to invite you to come to the party we’re going to have SUCH a blast with all the games and fun it’ll be THE social event of the season look forward to see you there gotta run bye” *click*

 

By now you’re nerves have frayed to the point of crawling through your skin and off to Texas all on their own.  You practice deep breathing to try to calm your racing mind and restart your heart.

 

Finally, the day comes and you have just had an epiphany: small talk can be fun if used properly and it might just deter further invites from Susan and her ilk. You arrive at the party with your usual crockpot of chili and you are greeted by a disapproving “Susan Clone Committee” who seem to be in a dither that everyone brought chili instead of the smorgasbord of delicacies they had meticulously been assigned.  Hey, they should be happy you brought extra cornbread for your chili!

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Then the fun begins with Susan grabbing your arm and dragging you into her group of intimates.  She begins cooing about each person’s attributes, sounding more like a used tire salesperson working on commission. When she FINALLY takes a breathe for you to give each of her group the “once over” you make your move! You turn to Susan and in a loud, but conversational voice, say something to the effect of: “WOW! That zit you had earlier this week has come along nicely. You can barely see it with all that make up!” Followed by your pointing it out and looking closely at the spot (real or imagined).

 

The sad thing about “small talk” is that the same inevitable questions are asked:

  1. Where do you work?
  2. What do you do there?
  3. What did you think of the game?

 

Then the evaluation begins of:

  • your clothing
  • your shoes
  • your job
  • your job title
  • your salary
  • your cellphone
  • your cologne, aftershave, and/or deodorant
  • your hair
  • the amount of product in your hair
  • where you will fit into the “desirability” list with the female guests.
  • your car
  • where would your car finish if you raced the other guys.

 

Now….when you hang out with YOUR chosen friends, there’s a mutually agreed upon activity (usually eventually involving a couch), an unspoken (but quite regulated) menu of assorted foods that will raise your cholesterol, and the all accompanied by various sounds, cheers, various exotic forms of greeting (knuckle bumps, noogies, butt smacks, belly bumps, or the extensive menagerie of handshakes), and lots of quiet.  Not the awkward quiet, but the quiet that comes from having an unspoken conversation between friends.

 

Did I mention I am socially awkward when it comes to small talk? 

Awkward

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Thinking In The Rain

Coffee In The Rain

There is little that puts me more into a contemplative mood than drinking coffee in the quiet while listening to the rain outside.

Sadly, I know the quiet will not last. People have a way of disliking quiet and simply MUST bring noise. I don’t understand those who seem to want to make noise just to make noise.

So I enjoy the quiet while I can.

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Spared NO Expense

I was watching HGTV the other day and happened upon a show entitled, “You Live In What?” The premise being people purchase buildings, renovate then and live in them.  People buy some of the oddest buildings.  One person purchased an old 5 story pump house. Another purchased a Windmill in Holland. Yet another purchased an ocean going coal barge.  Each turn them into homes.  Not a bad thing to recycle such places into living spaces.

 

But as I listened to the announcer describe the renovations, the phrase that was used over and over was, “And they spared NO expense.”  Really?  There are folks out there with SO MUCH money that they can spare no expense?

Take for example trying to live in this:

Glass House

Couple of things I noticed about this bungalow…complete lack of privacy, a LOT of surface to clean, and doesn’t look very inviting. But I’m not the one living in it, so more power to the homeowner. Also see no means of plumbing or cooking. Guess that’s what the woods are for.

Then there’s this little gem:

Egg House

Is it just me or does this look like something created by Dr. Seuss?  I do find it more inviting than the glass house, and I’m thinking the utility bills must be one of those expenses that the homeowner has no problem with.

But I almost choked when I saw this one:

Potty House

Yeah, someone finds a toilet so appealing that they want to live in one.  That’s just awesome.  And, again, “They spared NO expense.”

Of all the homes I saw, this one was my favorite:

Pool House

But my question I kept trying to find an answer to was this, Apparently these people were just “driving by” and decided to buy, renovate, and live; so what do these people do for a living that they can afford to do this?

Call me odd (weird, eccentric, bizarre, whatever strikes you fancy), but you can only live in one room at a time. I’m not opposed to making something lovely out of something that has been abandoned.  But I am curious, how do they do it.  And the homeowners are so young!

But, I think it’s time for me to repair to my own lair for contemplation.

 

 

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