Monday, August 6, 2012

Make it Rain

Some people out there are in touch with their feelings.

And then you have jerks like me.

For full effect, download "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks and play at maximum volume throughout the duration of this post. Thanks for the heads up on that Liz.

Todays post kids, is brought to you by the letter F. It's also brought to you by a group of awkward adults standing around rubbing their hands together and stomping their feet on the ground in order to create the ambiance of a thunderstorm.

Don't ask me why we do this.

Maybe it's the cynical bastard inside of me, but I am not into team-building exercises. I'm anti-team-building. It's just not my thing. Let's cut the crap, look at the hard core facts, and discuss the real-life situations. I don't need to pinky dance, do mental yoga, or have laugh therapy to grow as a human being. It's a waste of time if you ask me.

For some people though it's not. They need those icebreaker bingo games, or the creative hand gestures that trademark what their favorite hobby is. Some people actually do enjoy serenading the old campfire Kum-Bah-Yah. For research purposes, I would like to compare the personality types of people who do enjoy team-building exercises such as those, and look at the number of cats that they own in their single bedroom apartment. I firmly believe there is a strong correlation between the two.

Random towhead across the room: "Honestly, I just don't see the point in snapping my fingers to mimic falling raindrops. It's just weird."

Thank you, you cynical bastard number two in the green shirt. You and I should become Facebook friends we think so alike. I L-word your sentiments.

If you read my blog, you know I have no soul. Especially in situations where I have to grip wrists with others and support an organized trust fall, followed by a smothering of emotions while we bear our souls to one another and wash away in pools of tears and Diet Coke.

This might be a long three days...

What do you think?

1 comment:

  1. might be somebody there who needs you. Next time I see you, maybe you could stop walking past me so we can have a real conversation about real things. Just sayin' I do love you. I promise I won't be like the lady at the viewing. That was hilarious. Maybe you don't have any walls up like most of us do. That's what those team building things are suppose to address. But again, why do we NEED to tell all. Some things are better not aired in public, like dirty laundry. Later, Aunt Charlene