Author Archives: Dennis

I don’t understand why it seems to be impossible for certain people to make a decision. I guess they are afraid of something, and as far as I can see that can only be one of two things; the consequences of the decision or regretting the decision later on.

If you make a decision and you have given it enough thought, and you’ve weighed the options, and examined the possible outcome, then there is nothing for you to worry about; you made a decision based on the available information, and there was no way in hell you could’ve made a better decision. The only way you can come to regret a decision is when you didn’t have enough information to come to the best conclusion, and thus best decision, which is hardly your fault since you did all you could. Either that or you didn’t take a good look at the information presented to you in the first place, in which case you got everything you deserved.

The consequences of a decision are never fully apparent when you make the decision, you can only hypothesize as to what the outcome will be, and if you do that with some clarity, some rational thought and some emotional input, then, again, you have nothing to worry about since you made the right decision at the time.

When you are faced with several options, and those options seem to be identical in benefit and costs, then just bloody take a decision; flip a coin, arrange them alphabetically and take the first one, do whatever. But take a goddamn decision. Facts and information will not change the more you look at it, especially if you’ve examined it to the best of your ability.

I’m convinced people worry just to worry, although I have no clue why they’d do that.

Mulling over things. Constantly re-examining the information presented to you in the vain hope that it will somehow be different the fourty-seventh time you examine it, that it will somehow give you new insights this time. It all comes forth from an inborn fear of responsibility. Responsibility for your actions and it’s consequences.

Shall I have tomato soup or mushroom soup for dinner tonight? Does it really matter? No. Good, I’ll take the first thing that comes into view.

Debts. How come Oprah Winfrey feels the need to educate the American population about how evil debts are? Why does she tell everyone that they are evil to begin with? Is it such a shame that you still have 3k riding on your VISA card, or that you have a mortgage higher than Oprah’s cholesterol level? I’ve got debt, and I don’t lose any bit of sleep over it. Most countries have debt, and they don’t lose any sleep over it. All multi-national corporations – supposedly run by very intelligent individuals – are in debt, and don’t lose any sleep over it. Why should we?

Admittedly, I wouldn’t mind paying off my debt, but only so I can go out and create more debt. I am liquid, so the bank, and my credit card company, know that the chance that I’ll pay them back is fairly high. I pay them a nice interest rate in order to be in debt, to have access to their money for a little while, so it’s all good. Of course, you’ll have to be careful not to go overboard and create so much debt that you can’t cough up the monthly payments any longer, but if you don’t, then I don’t see the problem.

My father once told me; “When I die, make sure you don’t accept the inheritance because I’m not leaving you anything but debt. You better believe I’m going to spend all my hard-earned money before I die. And son,…if you find out that you’ve still got money in the bank the moment you’re on your death bed, then you are a moron and you’ve worked too hard and spent too little. You haven’t enjoyed your hard-earned money to the fullest.”

I love my father.

I had a nice, refreshing, long phone-conversation with Eva last night, and suddenly I found myself confronted by a story that some people from the Bulldrek Online Community, people that I’ve met on occassion, had a very negative view of me. Aparently, when this came out, Eva lost her temper and defended me by saying that my online persona should not be taken as an indicator of how I am in real life. And that the brief moments of real-world interaction with me should not be taken as anything more than just a short snap-shot of reality.

When I heard this, I was a little shocked. Some of the people involved are people I considered to be on a friendly level with. I never considered them friends, however. I don’t know them well enough for that. Incidences like this reitterate the fact that these people are not my friends.

It’s like having loose contacts with a person you see on the bus every day, or a co-worker. You talk to them, you discuss things, but you can bet your ass they’ll sell you out if needs be. They’ll talk behind your back, they’ll stab the knife. But there’s one difference; distance. It’s easier to distance yourself from someone you don’t have to look in the eye the next day on the bus.

We live and learn.

I don’t normally put up links in my journal…but this is too funny to pass up.

Today I met a woman on the highway. She was beautiful, young and driving an Alfa Romeo 156 3.0 litre V6. She was probably around 25 or 26 years old, and she had an arrogant streak that I enjoyed. For the last 20 minutes of my journey to work I was speeding pretty heavily, and so was she.

At a certain point I found her matching my speed, probably about 160 kph, and she was driving behind me, smiling. We were zooming in and out of traffic, switching lanes, having fun, and we kept sporadic eye contact. She kept pushing me to go faster and faster. My car maxed out at around 185 kph because I drive on an LPG tank, she kept matching me, trying to get me to go faster.

I had a lot of fun going to work, too bad I lost her when I had to take the exit ramp.