Bars of Old

Word of the day: Lubency, meaning a willingness or pleasure to do something.


In no way am I trying to sell myself on a strong line of virtues or anything, but I'm starting to detest my own lubency to help people out. It's honestly not out of some pseudo-altruist disposition where I'm secretly just searching for glory and adoration in the hearts of other. I enjoy helping people out, and it's fun to me at times since it gives my agenda a bit of a detour from homework that doesn't make me feel like I'm completely wasting my time. If people need help, more often than not, I award it without question. However, tossing around a schedule that involves eighteen hours of work in a computers department garners my reputation as "the computer guy," and people ask me to do off-hand, random favors involving those computers quite a bit. I don't detest this, and it's cool to apply something I do as a necessity, my job, in an environment where I am free and happy to do as I please. If anybody is reading this that was considering asking me for help, still do it! But when instances come about like yesterday, for example, where I was driving along with solid plans in mind when I get a phone call from this lady I work for who was having problems with her iTunes, it's like I disregard the conventionality of time-flow in order to fit in every ounce of help I can squeeze out of myself before it's literally too late for other things. Time-efficiency goes out the door in the sake of aiding another human being, and sometimes, it's met with the same fate as I had yesterday where an entire hour was spent uninstalling some nonphysical program on a slow computer, watching bars load and load - hardly more - knowing fully well that I'd rather be elsewhere but also that helping is a nice thing to do, and ultimately meeting demise when my tact of helping out fails. iTunes was still messing up, and an hour of my life went by without making any real progression at all.


I really don't know where I'm going with this. Altruism? "Time is money?" Complain-blog #2 for the week, that's for sure. Go me and my already drained imagination. Tomorrow? Maybe time travel...