Frosted Flakes

"L.A. is full of flaky people. It's one of those bad behaviors that's never punished."

Thus spake a friend of mine in the car, while driving me to an event to which we were both invited.  After dropping me off, he then got back in his car and drove home, owing to his significant other making a surprise visit that weekend.

According to the Urban Dictionary, to flake is "to decide not to go at the last second; to 'ditch' or 'bail out.'" It doesn't necessarily mean a person has better plans that have popped up miraculously at the last second. No, the rationale could very well fit within one of the following mind frames:

• "With the price of gas what it is, when you get it... if you get it."
• "This book on the hatchet cell morphology of the riverine tsetse fly is far too fascinating to put down now."
• "So-and-so, the anti-proton to my proton will be there.  Ergo, it's a no-go with so-and-so."
• "Oh, em, gee!  It's a six-hour marathon of {insert vapid, brain-slurping reality programming here}!"

No matter the obstacle, the manner of self-placation invariably falls along the lines of "It's okay; she'll understand," or "It's okay; there will be lots of people there," or "It's okay; I'll just see him at such-and-such a date." In some cases, this may be true, but there are proper ways of approaching this and many improper ones. Here are the top five flaky excuses that leave me frosted enough to put the "Grrr!" in "Grrreat!"

1. "Oh, I forgot."
   (What part of répondez s'il vous plaît don't you understand?)
2. "I was drunk / hungover / high."
   (Was this in anticipation of my function or part of your daily routine?)
3. "My friend / relative just came into town."
   (And you neither knew this before or thought to bring them along?)
4. "Hello... {Vapid, brain-slurping reality show} was on!"
   (And I suppose you're going to TiVo our time together.)
   
5. Silence...
   (Not going to be the one to break it.)

I may seem bitter about these situations, but having experienced all five excuses for flaking on birthday parties, group projects, dates, and favors, without an apology or, many times, even an acknowledgment of flakery, it starts to grate on a person. Of all the virtues, I hold sincerity among the highest, and my first, idealistic/naïve instinct when someone tells me they will call me at 6:00 or meet with me on a Tuesday is that they sincerely intend to do so and will let me know if anything changes.  When I adjust my schedule to accommodate that 6:00 phone call or Tuesday meeting, then hear nothing until days after, if at all, it damages my relationship with that person.

Life is unpredictable, and trouble pops up where and when it's least expected.  With the aid of social networking sites, most people now have to keep track of dozens, if not hundreds, of acquaintances.  Still, I ask these questions to the greater masses.  Is it beyond the average skill set to reschedule?  Is it just too terrifying to make the call to apologize for or even confess to flaking?  Is this one person so insignificant among your hundreds of acquaintances that it really doesn't matter how they feel about your absence?  Finally, would it really be so insulting to hold someone accountable for flaking?

I am by no means a flakeless wonder.  My memory is so scattered that my history of flakes would require prescription-strength Head & Shoulders.  Nonetheless, when I do cancel at the last second, regardless of the reason, I at least show the other person the courtesy of letting them know that "Yes, I would like to hang out with you in the future," or "Yes, please keep me posted on your future projects."  In summation, "Yes, I do actually care about what you're doing; it's just that at this moment, our time-space continua are not meant to intersect."  Whether or not they believe me, it's a more personal gesture than pretending a vapid, brain-slurping reality program is a valid alternative to spending some all-too-brief time with another human being.

Shlurp.

Which Waves Where?

I take issue with so-called "reality," the conventional driving force behind career choice and emotional development. It's all fine and dandy to consider certain things unattainable or illusory, but in my brief experience on this planet, I hesitate to give a solid definition to "reality."

One of the key rules of writing is to "write what you know," as long as it's not fantasy. There are many points one could argue here (e.g. Harry Potter and Avatar), but what I've come to understand about fantasy is that being unreal makes it more difficult to relate. It has been suggested that I switch my genre of choice to something more relatable, more real. Here's the problem:

• I know three people who have been visited by visible spirits.
• Two of my friends are clairvoyant.
• Two are Muses.
• One is a psychic healer.
• One is convinced he's been abducted by aliens.
• One works at a haunted juvenile correction facility.
• One can light his hand on fire and blow flames across the room without being burnt.
• One is still terrified after watching a demon crawl out of her roommate's body two years ago.
• One labels himself a gypsy vagabond.
• One gets stomachaches before earthquakes.

For now, we'll ignore the "indigo star child who glitches machines and talks to spiders," label, because that, in itself, is a long story. My point is that my reality, or what I experience as True (T), is what the self-titled "normal" would consider preposterous. By conventional logic, it is False (F). T = F?

Case in point: Today, while driving home from Provo, I stopped off to visit the new location of a store where I used to work. I got pulled into a Theta Healing session (which, luckily, ended up being free). Compared to the two times I had my aura read, this one left me utterly baffled. After sending me up my chakras, through the "jelly-like substance that is the Laws... and into the Seventh Plane of Existence," the reader gave me three valid points: I'm not eating as well as I should, I'm inhibiting the expression of my emotions, and due to stress, my brain is low on Omega Waves (ω).

Well, a negative reading invariably puts me in the mood for research, so I hopped on over to Google to research my Omega Waves and found that Omega Waves don't actually exist (ω = F). What we're left with, after substitution, is ω = F = T. In order to restore balance, I have to add more of a nonexistent thing to my logically false worldview in order to make things more real.

ωTF?