just a random thought about what true chutzpah is.
– flag down an UPS driver to ask him where i can find the nearest FedEx office: true chutzpah.
– walk into a reebok boutique and ask the salesperson where the nearest nike store is: true chutzpah.
– saunter into a GM dealership, say that i’m lost & need help finding the nearest honda car lot: true chutzpah.
you get the idea. 😀
now onto the non-related-topic front, i’m gradually feeling more anti-social, pool-wise. i’m not sure how to explain it, but the best way i can put it is that when i go play, pool is taking more center stage lately. confused? lemme ‘splain.
when you look at a PH, it’s pretty safe to assume that the regular customers spend an inordinate amount of time inside the PH. even if they don’t, they’ll schedule regular chunks of time to be at the PH. sure, we get the weekend ballbangers, but they pretty much don’t count, since they’ll pop in for an hour, leave, and not come back for a week/a month. because of the amount of time the regulars spend in the PH, the PH necessarily serves another function besides pool: a social gathering place. with these regulars, the PH is a hangout spot, a info hub to exchange news/gossips, a place to kill an afternoon, to sweat/gamble on matches, to idly chitchat, to eat & drink, you name it.
the problem with me, is that i increasingly don’t want that social aspect of the PH. i want pool.
my logical brain tells me that sure, if you want pool, then ignore social interactions. my common sense brain tells me that’s probably not the way to treat my fellow players. so my decision brain is caught in the conundrum, sorta an infinite loop-back, if you will. now i kind of get where ms. diep was coming from when she wrote the posts called “no thanks, i’m practicing“, part 1 & part 2, and the hundreds of posts by omg where she reiterated over and over on how she wanted to be left alone when she practiced. it’s gotten so that i secretly wish that i won’t have to play the people i know, or that they won’t show up when i’m there. i kind of relish playing strangers or people i barely know, because then i won’t have to do the inanely idle chitchat. i even enjoy the torpedoing when occasionally gambling with better players, b/c the act itself is so clean. we bet, we play, we leave; a most primal, basic exchange of pool. even better: serious practice with a stranger, since i don’t like to gamble. we play, we leave. am i strange in thinking this?
hope i don’t keatingize myself by too much over-thinking.
on the technological front, i’ve finally relented and bought a smart phone. i went with a fairly high-end one, deciding that jumping into the deep end first is the only proper way to start an exploration with the latest technology. uniquely like everyone else, i now wonder how i lived without it. le sigh. le lament. le mélancolie. le choo.
that’s enough of that.