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- Username: OrangeRogey
- In response to: "If you could be a member of any band, what would it be?" An easy one, I would be in the Hues Corporation ("Rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby.."). Not only would I be black I would be able to sing and dance, I fail on all three.
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- Why I need Caller ID
I have a good friend who is going through a bad time because of a messy divorce, difficult access to his kids and a change in circumstance. Sadly through these times his hitherto under control depression has reared its ugly head and exacerbated the issues. Not a surprise I know and I should be a better friend.
John is a friend, his ex-wife I also like but I cant help thinking that if there were awards for being a bitch then she would be a gold medal winner. I wont go into the ins and outs, but the marriage was a mistake to begin with, it failed spectacularly only lasting a little longer that our best guess (just under two years).
The results is John is now majorly f**ked. His career went down the tubes in parallel with this marriage and all the money he had prior to meeting his now ex. Poor, in a menial job and living with his parents at 40 he is not in a good way.
Periodically he calls to catch-up, or tell me what more vileness his ex is guilty of and to re work the old issues, generally this takes at least an hour on the phone. My idea of a good phone call is one that takes less than 5 minutes (10 if I'm feeling chatty).
I like John a lot, a nicer guy would be harder to find its just sometimes I dont want to talk about it all again.
The worst part now is I feel guilty and will call him tonight.
- A Letter to Someone from High School
Over the years, I have thought about you a lot and wondered what you would have been and the paths you would have chosen.
I want to say thank you, for being who you were. Unfailingly cheerful, a champion of the underdog with a devilish sense of humour. A straightforward guy, no pretense, no illusions, open to all. Popular with your peers, although I think that you had no idea about that. And it wouldn't have mattered to you if you did.
Most of all, thank you for being a friend and you were always. One of the things i remember most is the walks home at lunchtime, you had a bike and could have riden on, but you always stopped to walk with me and chat, old friends.
Then there was the drinking beer in the park, the trips we had away - remember the East Cape?
Things change as they do and I remember learning about how well you were doing with your apprenticeship - one of the your engineering pieces remains on display to this day (it was that good). Later of your passion for cycling. Same enthusiasm and same sense of adventure.
Thank you also for your final lesson to me.
Note: Andrew William Clarke was knocked off his bike and killed in 1977, he was my friend and I'm proud of it
Andrew taught me how to grieve for the first time.
- My Favorite Childhood Movie
Childhood movies are special in our memories. Their value comes in keeping them there
I remember seeing this movie, while on holiday with my parents as a small boy. It was summer and I guess it must have been a wet day as we were hauled off to see it.
I loved it. It reinforced why I loved animals and I knew I would always have animals in my life. I loved the nature of friendship and what it means to be a friend
I have never watched it again, I like the memory as it is
- Best Compliment I've Gotten In a While
Just recently I was described as "inspirational", by a blogger who happened to writing about some of the work that I do.
Its a full on compliment, so what do you do? Well I made sure my employers knew (that's gotta help the annual review). But it was a weird thing. I had done some work with this blogger and learned so much more than I had ever passed on. Living in a culture where you ward off the insults with ease, batting away the compliments is a lot harder.
Reconciled myself in the end with "If only he really knew..."
Taking compliments is so much harder than taking crap.
- Ah, Roomates.
Economics is the reason most of share a place, there is also the adventure of sharing with people who are friends acquaintances or who have just answered an advertisement.
During my university years I shared an old house with five others. It was successful because it had to be. Six people one house, one shower and toilet. This was a good time and you couldn't believe that 6 people from relatively similar backgrounds could all be so different. It helped that we could all cook, we were all clean and none of us were too eccentric to be irritating. There was one... but the laws of libel prevent me from taking this one on.
Although we have all gone our separate ways and seldom see each other it is nice when we do. Smiles of shared experiences from a long time ago are usually in sharp contrast to the with the lives they live now. Who knew that we would all turn out ok?
What made it work I reckon was the respect for privacy that we shared, the willingness to be open in our approaches to how we lived and the strangers that we each brought into the house for whatever reason. We may not have liked it, gossiped about it to each other, but we put up with it and at times learned to appreciate a different point of view. Five of us shared for three years - so I guess it worked.
There are some very happy memories there - with six people there was always a party when we wanted and not when we didn't.
So.. to Brad, Ian, Steph, Delia and Netta, thumbs up and thanks for the memories and I hope you view those days as well as I do