Sunday, November 25, 2007

Rock Hammer

One time, back in another life, I had to attend leadership training. My particular methodology of motivating made people hurty in their feely bad spot, apparently. So, as it turns out, I did learn some valuable lessons. The be nice rule? That comes from there.

The reason I bring this up is that I see people instigate or exacerbate conflicts all the time with ineffective communication. When someone bumps into you and you see fit to tell them in profane manner how you are so incredibly inconvenienced, it is more or less worthless. You have lost your foothold the minute you raise their hostility.

A few months ago, I had to deal with citters. Urban hominids.

A gang or posse or whatever the current term would be of inner city youths was standing where I needed to be. They fucked with every single other white person (the youths represented several races) there on that sidewalk. They left me alone. When I approached the curb, they let me pass. While I would like to think it was because of my bearded grumpy face and Tonka truck build, the more likely answer is that carrying two rock hammers strung up on your backpack earns you some respect. Which makes me wonder how respect is earned. I ever get fucked with, and generally, if I need to ask that someone stop annoying me, they do it. Maybe people find politeness intimidating. Or maybe it's my god given talent for not smiling.

Or maybe it's the rock hammers. Maybe I should change my name to Rock Hammer?

Thoughts?

6 comments:

Chickie said...

You must moonlight as a wrestler too if you go by Rock Hammer. I'd buy a ticket.

Grad School Reject said...

I'm gonna vote yes on "Rock Hammer," even though it sounds like a soap opera name.

Rock Hammer said...

Chickie: If I were tobe a rassler, I would be a libre wrestler. El Martillo de la Roca!

GSR: Yeah, a "soap" star.

m.a. said...

Can I write your theme song?

Rock HAMMER!

(Like the simpsons episode where homer changes his name to Max Power!)

Claven said...

Grand Junction has an inner city? For serious? I only knew the gas station where I bought my emergency rations of booze and porn before entering Utah for the first time. It was near the Wendy's.

Rock Hammer said...

MA: Get to writing, you.

Grand Junction has some bad neighborhoods, but not an inner city, so to speak. This was in downtown Denver. You should see the map they use to advertise Fruita's Fat Tire festival over Moab. It's a topo with a big hard line where the border is in red, on one side they have "booze" and the other "no booze". No other geography is necessary.