Quare Must Ego Sentio

Do you think it is possible to feel too much? I'm not talking about being sissy sensitive, either. I'm referring to Emotional Intelligence.

Emotional Intelligence is loosely defined as the ability,capacity, or skill to perceive, assess, and manage the emotions of one's self, of others of groups. I say loosely because the actual definition is always changing.

Now, back to my original question, Do you think it is possible to feel too much??

I ask because I honestly don't believe individuals process emotional information the same way we do. We, as in the blogger community. Us bloggers deal with most of life's crowns and punishments throughout our ability to interpret and respond though writing. We respond to each other via comments, so on and so forth. You know how it works. My point is this, WE are life. Life revolves around the problems we solve, through the actions we take to mitigate, and hopefully find a solution. Sometimes, the problem is never solved and instead shoved onto someone else's lap.

Now stick with me here, I'm on to something...

In my opinion, How one reacts is a result of the persons IQ or Emotional Quotient (EQ) whichever is dominant. This reflects whether we solve problem like Albert Einstein or Jeffrey Dahmer.



Now, it time to go to sleep... I continue this tomorrow.


later

Promptus Pro Pessimus

*Author's Note*
What I'm about to share with you is very personal. Not necessarily in a bad way... It's just weird. I have only told one other person what I am about to share with you guys. I really do feel silly for allowing myself to ---. Ill get on with it already.

Ok, here we go...


I have this reoccurring vision playing in my head constantly. Its almost a little too surreal and I still I can't help but fantasize.

Zombies.... Everywhere.

I see myself living in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by zombies. Whether by fault of the T-Virus, Resident Evil style or damnation, religious style... I feel it is inevitable. You could even say that I've already begun to prepare myself.

*I'm not crazy, I assure you.*

I truly believe that I will be one of the few survivors left on the planet. Not only that, but I feel as if I'm destined to hold a leadership position or billet. Kinda like the futuristic John Connor in the Terminator movies.

Come on... I know that I'm not the only one who watches movies like Dawn of the Dead and wonders: "What would I do??" It's almost as if everything I've done to this point is because I need to be as tough and knowledgeable as possible. I have seen the chaos of war and lived though it. I truly believe I would be able to sustain myself and lead others whilst helping make important decisions to help others live another day. I also plan to go to school and earn my associates degree in paramedics and anatomy. Better understanding of the human body and how to treat injuries will also contribute to my survival. *I did not choose to be a paramedic solely on this fantasy. I fell in love with this career after watching the field medics work in combat. They inspired me so much. Besides, I love working with people!! :-)* Now back to the apocalypse... I have even outfitted my truck for such an event...



That's right... 16 gauge steel bumper/grill guard. Perfect for slaying Zombies via vehicular manslaughter!! Keeps them pieces of bone out of your radiator as well!! The truck is also equipped with a 4WD off road package which includes: Independent suspension for all 4 tires as well as an air ride system for heavy loads and towing capabilities. This here truck also has a V8 HEMI for a little more horsepower then is generally required. It still needs a little more work but I'm ready to roll if need be, And no. That is not my real license plate...



That's all! There is a little more I haven't talked about but that's the just of it. I told you I'm weird.

Just hope I never have to tell you "I TOLD YOU SO !!"


Good Night.



ej

Venatus Super

Game Over.

Shit... I don't have any more quarters. Oh well...
Inflation has caused the arcade to charge a dollar per game now. I don't think I want to keep playing anyway.
This game blows...

Life eh??

Yeah.. At least in the game I was somebody. Hero, villain.......... tormented soul seeking revenge. Doesn't matter. I simply empty a mag into whatever problem I have. Nonetheless I still feel empty. I have everything I need. Health, rations, a kick ass ride. I still haven't gotten to the part where I save the pretty blond though. Hell, will I even make it that far?? I'm running low on ammo and it seems I'm not even close..

When does the blond show up so I can finally beat this damn game.
Goon after goon goes down and still no girl...

What if...... maybe in my complete disregard for human life,
I planted one............................right between her eyes?!?

I wouldn't even know.

I would be fighting to save someone that doesn't exist.

Someone who's life I, myself, took...

Something hate allowed to happen.
All this hatred for really no reason.

Maybe I shoul---



Game Over.

Solitudo Verbera

Hello,

I understand that this on-off writing is a little off but I beg you to stick with me. If you haven't caught on yet, my occupation requires personal flexibility, Unfortunately, the free time that I do have, I spend elsewhere... If i even get free time, that is.

The last few weeks I was in sunny Twentynine palms, California. 29 Palms lays resident to the Great Mojave Desert where 115 Degrees dry is the norm. I say "dry" because I just found out, even though it is desert climate, humidity is present and makes conditions even more in hospitable than the heat alone.

For those of you who don't know about the Joshua tree (pictured above) here is a little history... the Joshua tree grows naturally in only two locations in the world. Israel and traveling into the Mojave Desert. It is said that one represents the gates of heaven and the other as the gates of hell. Israel is dubbed "The Holy Land". With that being said, I guess the hell is located in California... who would of guessed. One of the few volcanoes in the North American continent lies.... you guessed it. 29 Palms. The volcano is now labeled as "Extinct" but do we really know for sure?? Charles Manson supposedly programmed a family of murderers around this area as well.

Seems only right that we conduct our training in 29 Palms, right??


sick...