Archive for March, 2014

A to Z ChallangeWhen I first made my blog II titled my blog “Don’t Open That Door….” with a sub line “See now you did it.” At the time, I thought it was a great way to convey the horror/mystery genre of writing that I am doing. Then I realized something, It also had to do with exploring my own inner self, too. I’ve been on this journey for about six months seriously and a lifetime, truthfully. The journey to accept my introversion in a world that didn’t celebrate it. From Dale Carnegie to Tony Robbins, the idea of extroversion is great and the only way to be has been around for a very long time. I never fit into it. But I was taught that there was something wrong with me if I didn’t fit in, so I better make myself fit in. Sort of like coming out, in a way, the process has been long and, at times, tortuous.

I am an introvert, but I love change. I thrive on new challenges and if I can’t get new challenges in my life, then I get bored. When I get bored, bad things happen. In the past, boredom caused me to drink and do drugs, almost to excess, but then I was given a challenge that totally consumed my time and I didn’t need those crutches anymore. More challenges came, I overcame them, excelled at them, mastered them as far as I wanted, then got bored…and well, you get the picture.

Some people called it looking for greener grass. I called it keeping me sane. Monotony drives me completely, utterly, and destructively insane.

Then came the chance to write. To explore new territories and challenge my resources and abilities every single time. Every. Single. Time.

After over 40 years of searching for that one thing that would keep me occupied and not bored, and therefore not self destructive. I’d found it and at the same time, I realized something. Being an author, just like every other thing I tried, is a business. It’s a small business.

That’s what I’m going to blog about (mostly) in April. Introverts guide to small business according to Marlie Harris. There might be some other posts sprinkled in, but that’s my main focus. So wish me luck!

On my walk this morning, I was thinking of the things we take for granted. Things such as – the sun will rise this morning, whether we see it or not. Things such as – I will always be there for my family. And finally, things such as – Siri is a woman.

On January 1st, I changed the gender of the voice of Siri on my Apple Iphone 5c to male, just to see what would happen.

Siri does what Siri always does. He gave me directions and looked up information in that non-threatening, upward tilting, half sarcastic voice in a male version. He gave the exact same answers female Siri does. Exact. Same. Answers.

But when I talked to my colleagues about Siri, this is what I would say:

“Siri gave me directions to the business center. I asked her where ‘Cereal’ was and she said she was having difficulty today. Please check back later. She’s so funny!”

Yes, I said she. I called Siri ‘she’ even though I knew ‘she’ was a ‘he’ on my Iphone. I took for granted that Siri is always a she, no matter what voice comes into my ears. This bothered me because the truth is, my Siri is a man and yet I didn’t give the gender role it’s proper status. I took for granted that Siri was a woman. That was wrong. Does Siri care? No, absolutely not. I asked him.

“Siri, do you care that I call you a woman?”
“I’m not sure we have time for this, Marlie.”

Siri has better things to do than worry that I called him a woman. But I cared, because I don’t want to take advantage of a gender role. Any gender role.

I made a promise today to myself. I promised myself not to take things for granted. The sun may not rise for me tomorrow. I may not always be here for my family . And sometimes, Siri is a man. I will appreciate the differences in every one and every thing. I can change Siri’s voice back to female to make myself comfortable, but then I wouldn’t be reminded every time I use him, not to take things for granted.

My Siri is a man.

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