New Status Symbol Now Unlocked: Old Enough to Actually Have Friends Again

If you can believe it, yesterday marked the 5 year anniversary of the beginning of the Covid Shutdown of 2020.

Later that year, my wife and I planned our first ever “vacation without the kids”. Based on travel restrictions at the time, we chose as our destination: the great outdoors of Colorado.

Before we left, I made a point to reach out to my friend Josh Johnson, who I had heard moved there. He and I had not seen each other since we graduated high school together in 1999.

The vacation to Colorado was definitely one of my favorites, as it was, but seeing Josh again made it even better.

This past week, Josh happened to be in town from Colorado, so we caught up again; which made 40 years since originally meeting in pre-school at Fort Payne First Methodist Church in 1985.

It was while meeting with him this time that I realized: One of my favorite things to do in life is to hang out with people.

In other words, to be social without any agenda. Just to be human like we were designed.

I do remember telling my mom, “I’m big now. I’m ready to go to school.” I remember her taking my picture at our house before she drove me for my first day of pre-school in January 1985.

But it wasn’t about me going there because I wanted to learn. I was ready to go to school because my 4 year-old brain understood clearly: “I am a social person. I need to be around people.”

And anyone who knows me as an adult in modern-day, knows this: I am a social person. I need to be around people.

In hindsight, I now realize that ever since my job went remote 5 years ago, I have been putting in that much more of an effort to proactively connect with people; outside of my own house.

I’m at the gym every morning before work. I schedule a lunch meeting with at least one friend each Friday. I am part of a Jeep club in my town as well.

Anytime there is a social event going on where I live, I am definitely there.

It is now becoming common knowledge that men, especially, tend to forsake other male friendships once they get married and have kids; in addition to the responsibility of their careers.

Male friendships become the lowest priority, by default. That has certainly been the case for me.

But noticeably, these past 5 years since the Covid Shutdown of 2020 have noticeably improved the quality of my life.

Granted, part of that is because my kids are older now and don’t require as much constant attention. And as mentioned before, I don’t have to commute to and from work anymore.

Perhaps it’s a rite of passage for men in their 40s: That there is suddenly more time and space to focus on having other males as friends again.

For me, it’s pretty much a status symbol I have now unlocked.

 

I Give You Permission to Not Leave a Tip When Prompted at a Self-Service Restaurant

We’ve got to draw the line somewhere. It’s common knowledge that the modern expectations on tipping have gotten way out of hand in post-Covid culture.

So I’m going to call it. I am going to not only let you off the hook, but I am going to empower you to not leave a tip when prompted at a self-service restaurant- and to do so with confidence.

It will not make you a bad person. Instead, it will make you a person with strong boundaries and common sense; both of which are currently uncommon traits in American society right now.

I refuse to live in fear of being virtue signaled or someone telling me to “do better”. I am a good person. I can’t make everybody happy. If I could, then I would certainly be doing something wrong. Instead, I have a backbone.

The fundamental issue with tipflation is that customers are conflating the obvious obligation to tip a server whose hourly wage before tips is less than minimum wage versus a glorified cashier who is being paid at least minimum wage and apparently splits the tips with their coworkers.

Paying the person a tip up front is the equivalent of justifying giving out participation trophies.

The phrase has now become a cringy cliche: “It’s just going to ask you a few questions on the screen…”

I was a nice guy for the first several years of it. But now…

Now I am done buying into the concept of paying the “let me prove I am a good person” tax.

Now I officially and intentionally hit “no tip”. I actually get a thrill out of specifically being one of the people who goes to through the trouble to not tip a cashier at a self-service restaurant.

My son has found a burrito place that he likes to be taken to. It’s the exact same concept as Subway, but with burritos instead. It actually takes the workers less time and effort than if they were making a sub at Subway.

When it’s time to pay, there is not an option to leave no tip. But I figured it out this past week!

You have to choose “custom tip” and then not enter an amount- and then hit “next” or “enter”. Then it takes you to the total amount with no tip and lets you pay.

I proclaim that I am not being sneaky or shady for figuring this out nor for acting on it. It’s quite the opposite: The restaurant has designed it so that customers feel forced to leave a tip to give their workers “a raise”.

And when these businesses promote their job openings and recruit new workers, I assume there is mention of the possibly of sharing tips, on top of the wage.

To be clear, I always tip actual servers at restaurants, as well as my barber, at least 20 percent. And not only “if they provide exceptional service”.

It’s a pretentious concept that I should tip before the service, as if to imply that service will somehow be better if I pay more up front.

I can tell you for a fact: I have never been thanked the many times I have tipped someone before the service, as prompted by the computer screen. However, I have often been thanked when I tipped after the service was provided.

The converse checks out too: I have never been confronted by a cashier, acknowledging I hit “no tip” on the screen. Accordingly, the service I received was never worse because I left no tip up front.

In the summer of 1999, I worked as the cashier at Hardee’s. I made minimum wage. No one ever tipped me, nor should they have.

In the summer of 2005, I worked as a server at a steakhouse called Western Sizzlin’. My hourly wage was a little over $2. I depended on tips to at least be paid minimum wage.

There is clearly a difference. We can stop being too nice now. The Covid Epidemic was half a decade ago.

If people want to think I am a “bad person” and need to “do better” due to not tipping a computer screen…

Let them.

 

“We Had a Good Run” – Song 13 – Enneagram 6 Songwriter – Analyzing Lyrics – Themes of Belonging and Security

Published on April 8th, 2020, this was the first song I wrote because of The Covid Shutdown.

As an Enneagram 6, I am always preparing for what might go wrong. So you can imagine, it was important for me to mentally process never seeing members of my family again.

Specifically, this song was about me sorting out my feelings about my parents; who live about 3 hours away. Keep in mind, this was written at the beginning of The Covid Shutdown; before most people I knew actually starting getting Covid- and way before there was a vaccine available.

It is obviously the greatest understatement to tell your parents, “I don’t want you to die.”

So instead, I wrote this song about my life alongside them; not knowing what was ahead.

As you read the lyrics, notice the end of the song, where I officially switch over to the “Counterphobic 6” mindset:

If this is my final chance to say the things I haven’t yet – I would choose you every time if I could live a thousand lives – You loved me when I was young before I was who I’ve become – When this is all said and done, all I know is we had a good run – We had a good run – We had a good run, I don’t want to see the ending – We had a good run, I don’t want a new beginning – Hold on, hold on, hold on to me – I can’t let go, no – We had a good run – I’ll see you on other side, whatever Heaven ends up like – I’ll find you somewhere in that crowd, whatever we both look like now – And if we can remember back, back to all the years we had – We’ll pick up where things left off, all I know is we had a good run – We had a good run – I must have been built for the Apocalypse – I don’t feel anxious or too worried about this – I’d rather us all go at the exact same time – Than to be left behind and have to say goodbye

So looking back on this song I wrote over 2 years ago, can you see how I am a loyalist and a skeptic? Can you see my longing for security and confirmation of my own existence; which shows my true Enneagram is actually a 6?

Feel free to leave a comment. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

And now you can listen to the song, below, if you wish:

 

“Shotgun” – Song 11 – Enneagram 6 Songwriter – Analyzing Lyrics – Themes of Belonging and Security

My 11th song, “Shotgun”, was the first released during The Covid Lockdown; on March 20th, 2020. Perhaps I started becoming more inspired to write about my relationship with my wife during this time. In fact, I pitched this song to her, as a duet. But she decided she wanted me to do this one alone.

“Shotgun” is a song I wrote to point out the near absurdity in betting the rest of your life on spending it with another person… for better and for worse.

I chose the term “shotgun” in connection of the phrase “shotgun wedding”. Even though my wife and I didn’t have a rushed wedding, in the grand scheme of things, it can still seem that way to some degree:

Know a person for a year or so, and then you take one “shot” on them by choosing to commit your life to them; hoping the other person is as committed as you are, no matter what lies ahead.

As an Enneagram 6, I am wired to crave and to provide stability and security. These lyrics show a glimpse into the way I arguably “overthink” every situation:

“I’ve got my finger on the trigger, but just one bullet in the chamber – For better or for worse, forever – Until death do we part – Staring down the barrel of a shotgun against my shoulder – Praying that I’m solid in my aim – I can’t afford to miss it, either it is or isn’t – Neither of us will ever be the same – Best case scenario, we both grow old until one of us dies and leaves the other all alone – Happily ever after, celebrations and disasters – Sweet and sour, I ain’t going nowhere – Anti-climatic, existential crisis, comic, tragic – Why are we still here? I don’t have all the answers but I’ve made my peace with God – I’m taking you with me into the great beyond – Hallelujah”

So looking back on this song I wrote over 2 years ago, can you see how I am a loyalist and a skeptic? Can you see my longing for security and confirmation of my own existence; which shows my true Enneagram is actually a 6?

Feel free to leave a comment. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

And now you can listen to the song, below, if you wish:

 

Dear Jack: Teaching You to Beat Me at Monopoly

10 years, 1 month.

Dear Jack,

This holiday season, I have officially introduced you to the classic board game of Monopoly. Sure, we’ve always owned a set at our house, but it’s simply served as an easy way for you and your sister to keep each other entertained when Mommy and I need to get work done.

Prime example: When the Covid shutdown happened earlier this year.

But I decided to spend some of my own money on a nice Monopoly set for us to actually play together, by the rules.

It is no surprise to me that I’ve only beat you at Monopoly once so far.

Love,

Daddy