Sherpa Patrol

What follows are the real life chronicles of the Sherpa Patrol. One man's experience with working, dating, drinking and living in the Chicagoland area! The opinions, observations and musings expressed herein are to be used for good and not evil. Don't trust the Yeti!

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Location: Oak Park, ILLINOIS, United States

I can gargle Tequila. I only dance at weddings. I am a recovering Catholic.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Civilization

The only thing that separates us from the animals is that fact that we live in a civilized society (well, that and opposable thumbs). A civilized society can only exist if the people within it follow an agreed upon set of rules.

This leads me to the conclusion that we no longer live in a civilized society.
We live in a society. It is just no longer a civilized one.

I am not sure what happened to cause this shift. People may point to television or the media. Others would point to the deterioration of the family or family values. Still others would suggest it is the inevitable downward spiral of humanity. Whatever your belief, one has to acknowledge the fact we do not live in a polite society. I say polite because that what it means to be civilized. It means taking another persons feelings or comfort into consideration when making our own decisions.

I think that since the Baby Boom, after World War II, American society has been slowly getting more and more self centered and selfish. It is this single minded obsession with one’s self that has caused the disappearance of civility. Selfishness is the opposite of being polite.

The greatest problem I foresee with this situation is that there is no fix to the situation. I have found the more polite I am the more people try to take advantage of it. Rude people rely on the silence of those around them. They depend on the fact that no one is going to say anything to them when they cut in line or talk loudly on their cell phones. These days it is actually becoming dangerous to speak up. People are so confrontational, angry and unpredictable; it can literally be life threatening to confront a stranger about a situation.

I am not one of those people who idealize the past. There have always been rude and inconsiderate people. It is that our modern society seems to have built up a tolerance for it. There is a general lack of outrage at most, if not all, lack of social graces and rude behavior. It is only in the most extreme cases that people speak up.

The fact that I am genuinely surprised to encounter kindness is a telling sign. So I am resolved to be as polite as I can and to go out of my way to do a good deed at least once a week. So, next time a stranger holds the elevator for you or lets you go ahead in traffic, it might just be me. Of course, I might also be the guy at the movie theatre yelling at the person on the cell phone.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Missing in Action

I owe you all an apology. I have not been very diligent at keeping this blog updated.
I would like to say that I had been captured by Amazon women and had been forced into sexual servitude for the past few months. That is what I would like to say. The reality is that I got lazy and that I had a ton of other stuff going on.
So...
I have come to a realization. I cannot grow decent facial hair.
I am old enough that I should be able to grow a moustache, goatee or beard if I so desire. However, thanks to some sort of genetic quirk I am unable to grow anything that looks normal. Currently I am sporting a goatee that has been growing for 4 weeks. It isn't good. I am going to remove it in the very near future. It was a valiant effort this time. Plenty of time, attention to detail, a new beard trimming device, however, it is just not in the cards for me.

As such, I will add growing a beard to my list of:
Reasons why it would be good for me to be stranded on a desert island.
1) I would lose weight
2) I could get a nice tan
3) I would have time to work out everyday
4) I would finally have enough time to read that indecipherable piece of shit book, Ulysses, that I have been trying to read for the better part of 4 years. James Joyce, I know you are a fellow Irishmen, but how about a few less characters and some more f@#$ing punctuation.
5) I could quit drinking for a while
6) I could quit smoking (I actually just did this but I am leaving it on the list)
7) I could grow my White guy Afro back
8) I could finally grow a beard

Anyway I hope all of you out there have a strong finish to the Dating season this year.
Remember, if you can't be with the one you love, get on her friends.