Random Rants

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

OTMS Syndrome

As of today, the Illinois "Mega Millions" lottery is $145,000,000. That's a lot of money, and I can appreciate one's willingness to want to purchase a lottery ticket, in hopes of cashing in on even a small portion of the total. Sure, the statistical chances of winning a state-wide lottery are minimal at best, and the government is sure to rape the winner for a good 30-50%, but I can still, with a little imagination, understand a person's quest, even their seeming necessity, to drop a fair amount of coin into some lottery tickets.

That being said, I've never seen a person, so unwittingly, painstakingly, and detrimentally drop an amount of "coin" into lottery tickets as I did tonight. Perhaps it's the engineer in me, or just my general demeanor of striving to get things done quickly and efficiently, but in one simple and drawn-out act, I was forced to rethink a significant number of notions on which I had come to rely.

The act which I'm about to speak, by an unknown and surprisingly small individual, was really a combination of two things that consistently defy reason. These two things are really only a few symptoms of a much more complicated, widespread, and contagious syndrome, which I will coin as
'OTMS' syndrome; Oblivious To My Surroundings syndrome. Other common names for this syndrome are No Fucking Idea What I'm Doing syndrome, Why Is Everyone Looking At Me syndrome, and the somewhat recursive and misused Holy Shit, I Totally Missed That Red Light... Let Me Call You Back syndrome (misused because it's both a slang name for the syndrome and a symptom of the syndrome.) I will discuss these two symptoms below.

Symptom #1: Mis-preperation of monetary funds
This is the repeatable, yet always unforeseen, ability of a given person to act surprised when a cashier, teller machine, clerk, or any receiving entity, asks for compensation after a given transaction has taken place. In simpler terms, it's the person at the grocery store that acts surprised when the cashier tell him or her the final amount, and reacts by digging for a checkbook, asking for the current date, painfully signing his or her name, following with gem comments such as "who do I write the check to" and "how do I spell that?" It's quite obvious that this is a staggeringly obvious and representative symptom of
OTMS. Note that this symptom isn't limited to check writing. It can quite often be seen in its alternative modes, such as neglecting to "slide card at any time" despite being obviously instructed to do so, or in it's somewhat rarer but more interesting rendition, "I really want to get rid of some change." The latter is a sister-symptom to the much more disturbing symptom I witnessed tonight, which I will explain later, but not before a little more background.

Symptom #2: Surprise and disillusionment at the dismay of others without remorse
Generally a follow-up to the first symptom, this is the momentary ability of a given individual to look both abruptly alerted and enlightened to the fact that they recently were involved, either partially or solely, in an incidence of OTMS. This momentary glimpse into the obvious is followed by a period of non-remorse, although usually very brief. Again, in simpler terms, after symptom #1 has taken place, the person becomes very surprised and taken back by all of the others who are patiently, often pensively ("pensive", meaning "possibly plotting a way to bludgeon said person with a bag of still-waiting-to-be-purchased melting ice"), waiting. After this quick glimpse into the known, the obvious, the sane... he or she usually recovers with a genuine smile, and a complete lack or remorse. The person then leaves the scene of the incident, leaving everyone else in dismay, and an absolute and universal belief that this person suffers from OTMS.

These are only two symptoms of
OTMS, but they give significant background to understanding the events that took place before me tonight. Now, after proper preparation, I offer the shortened transcript:
- Man purchases 20 lottery tickets.
- Man pays for 20 lottery tickets with change.
- Man doesn't add up change to pay for 20 times the cost of one lottery ticket, but rather creates 20 piles of change, each perfectly matched against the price of one lottery ticket, only to fall short on the last pile, argue with the cashier about the shortage, and resort to using some of the readily available cash in his pocket.
- Man turns around and acts surprised to see 8 people waiting in line to pay for gas, soda, melting bags of ice, chance to lash out
, etc.
- Man smiles and walks away, having no idea the torment he caused one particular line member who only wanted a cold gin and tonic on a hot day.
- The amount of torment caused to others is still unknown.

The really depressing thing, the part that I'm struggling with, is that this guy, this textbook
OTMS survivor, is now over 20 times as likely to win the $145,000,000, and I'm left with a watery gin and tonic. My only hope is that someday this guy tries to purchase a firearm with piles of change from a highly stressed an inpatient individual.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Fraggle Linguistics

It's funny how some terms have very different meanings depending on their context. Take for instance the phrase "a hole in the earth." Very recently in my life, this term was used in two very different and confusing ways.

So, we're driving through rural Illinois late Friday night (as one does), going through one small town after another. Now, I'm from a small town, and I know what "rural" is all about, but some of these small Illinois towns are just one step up from podunk/BFE Missouri (which is, of course, still several steps up from anything associated with Indiana.) Setting aside the origins of words such as "podunk," I'll continue with my story.

When driving through one particularly small and "
he got a real pretty mouth, ain't he" kind of town, I made the comment "this place is one big hole in the earth." It was fitting given the situation, but no one really thought anything of it.

Fast forward 10 minutes. We're driving through another small and slightly less scary town. Someone else in the car mutters in an increasingly loud and quick tone, "giant hole iN THE EARTH!!". I was thinking in my head that this person was right on with the comment, although mildly redundant. Right about in the middle of that thought...

WHAAAMMMO!!!

...the car drops into a giant hold in the earth! I'm not exactly sure how I missed it, but apparently there was an entire chunk missing out of the highway. I'm not talking a pot-hole or divet either; I'm talking about a full-out chunk of pavement that stood up and got the fuck out of small-town Illinois! Hell, I half expected to see a Fraggle pop up out of the hole.

The good news is that I managed to keep the car on the road. The bad news is that the car seems to be a bit "uppity" ever since the incident. I can't blame it; I'd be pissed too.

So, I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned here, but I don't know what it is. Maybe it's that I shouldn't go driving in BFE Illinois late at night. Maybe it's that I should better analyze speech patterns while driving. Or, maybe it's that I should concentrate on my driving rather than spending significant amounts of time contemplating the arrival of fictitious creatures that live in deep-deep-dark-dark-deep-dark pits.