Why do we focus on the bad so much? If you think about it, and are really really really honest with yourself, the majority of our days are spend "in the good!"
We wake up alive (always a good start) get to work alive (regardless of the attempts of other motorists), we don't get fired (regardless of our own attempts), we have fun with friends or surfing the net, we go home again, we eat food that doesn't kill us, we have hot baths, we go to bed in a bed that's soft and fluffy, or close enough. All in all, very good things!
But let us break a nail, or burn our lunch or get yelled at by our fat, pompous boss (who was okay yesterday but today, oooh, today he sucks!), ding the car or find out we've run out of beetroots for supper, and what meal can exist with beetroot, and suddenly, for us THE WHOLE DAY IS RUINED!!
I think somewhere along the line, probably the first day after we're born, we come to expect that good things will happen to us as a matter of course. We deserve them, the bright and sunny and heartwarming. And we expect them so much that we begin to not even notice them or feel grateful for them. They're "supposed to happen" so why bother?
Right up until something bad happens. Then it's war! It's panic stations! It's Ohmigod why should I carry on living?! *Wail wail wail* We forget that we are also just as entitled to the bad stuff as we are the sugar candy moments! It's just that, you know, the bad stuff, is icky and we'd rather it happened to someone else, like that guy over there! *points to you*
Now seriously bad things do happen. War, deaths, famine and Celine Dion, and those can have their own blog. But in general the bad things that happen to us are seldom life threatening and are, at worst, just fantastically annoying.
I think the best way to counter all this is to remember to be grateful for all the good little things we have. The "everyday things". If you do then when the bad and woeful things hit, you at least have a sense of perspective. You know your WHOLE life isn't ruined by something small and petty that just irked you.
So how about today you try focus on, and really NOTICE the positive? Like that annoying song from long ago (that no one but me knows because everyone else listens to the exact same music and never bothers to try different things):-
"You've got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between (He has a dodgy smile and sweaty hands...)"
Now go do it already!!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Wednesday 29 June 2011 - Deprived!!
I reached the bandwidth cap for the internet today. Two days teasingly before the end of the month. I’m still trying to get over the shock.
There’s nothing worse (well there is plenty, but they can wait their turn),then setting the PC on, clicking on your browser, all dewy with hope and expectation, only for that blasted notice to merrily pop up, saying, in essence, “You’ve run out of ‘width, sorry for you, Hahahaha, whatta shmuck!!!”
It’s terribly depressing, it makes you lose faith in humanity. Like when you don’t get to have bananas for breakfast, it’s just wrong on a micro-molecular level! You feel grumpy. No depressed! No frantic!! No… You couldn’t have more mood swings if you mixed all up all your medication again!
And when it disappears then suddenly, yes suddenly, your memory comes firing on with a brilliance that is well near blinding as you remember everything you had to do on the net! The mails you had to write, the status updates you planned, oh they were to be so witty, the work you needed to mail, the cow you needed to shoot in Farmville...
And yet here you sit, without internet, frantically trying to remember what it is you used to do before the net existed, because there was a time like that once right? But every book looks unsavory, every movie seems blah, and go for a walk in the sunshine? Are you freaking mad? That stuff’s bad for you! I read it online… sob… online…
And so in the end you end up dishing out and paying up to get it back up again. And you tell yourself how annoyed you are to be controlled like this, and how unfair it is and… oh look! I got an email telling me I’m the 999 999th person to log on, cor I’m so cool!!
*And everything else in the background fades to neglected black*
There’s nothing worse (well there is plenty, but they can wait their turn),then setting the PC on, clicking on your browser, all dewy with hope and expectation, only for that blasted notice to merrily pop up, saying, in essence, “You’ve run out of ‘width, sorry for you, Hahahaha, whatta shmuck!!!”
It’s terribly depressing, it makes you lose faith in humanity. Like when you don’t get to have bananas for breakfast, it’s just wrong on a micro-molecular level! You feel grumpy. No depressed! No frantic!! No… You couldn’t have more mood swings if you mixed all up all your medication again!
And when it disappears then suddenly, yes suddenly, your memory comes firing on with a brilliance that is well near blinding as you remember everything you had to do on the net! The mails you had to write, the status updates you planned, oh they were to be so witty, the work you needed to mail, the cow you needed to shoot in Farmville...
And yet here you sit, without internet, frantically trying to remember what it is you used to do before the net existed, because there was a time like that once right? But every book looks unsavory, every movie seems blah, and go for a walk in the sunshine? Are you freaking mad? That stuff’s bad for you! I read it online… sob… online…
And so in the end you end up dishing out and paying up to get it back up again. And you tell yourself how annoyed you are to be controlled like this, and how unfair it is and… oh look! I got an email telling me I’m the 999 999th person to log on, cor I’m so cool!!
*And everything else in the background fades to neglected black*
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Monday 27 June 2011 - banana wins
I found this pic which I think sums up my views on Monday perfectly!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Friday 24 June 2011 - Ramblings
I must admit to being quiet peppy as of late! Sure the job thing still pulls me down into it's metaphorical escalator stairs to be chewed up into slithery bits of psychological sashimi, but that's for another day!
(I can't believe I had to use spell check to find out how to spell escalator! Which oh oh oh, I just spelt right, right now!!)
And I hear a cold freeze in coming in which means that my walking for the next week or so is going to be a great lesson in dressing warmly or hearing bits of my anatomy tinkle merrily as they fall if, frozen solid with frostbite!
(Have you ever had frost bite, and if so, doesn't it itch something fierce?!)
Of course there's a weekend coming up as well, that never fails to put a shine on your dime! I foresee a lot of sleeping, followed by more, with more, more and more added for good measure. If there's any time left, I might get in some sleep! Sheesh I'm going to be busy!!
Okay besides not going to work or having to sit in traffic filled with morons (Mornons:- other people who drive like you do), what's your favorite part of the weekend?
If anyone says, "A fine bubbly bath, good conversation, warm slippers and large quantities of fruit I'd love to share!" Well can I come over?!?!
(I'm mostly house-trained, promise!!)
On a side note, as I was dating this I see that the 24th was also a Friday in March! Ohmigod! I know, who knew?!
(I can't believe I had to use spell check to find out how to spell escalator! Which oh oh oh, I just spelt right, right now!!)
And I hear a cold freeze in coming in which means that my walking for the next week or so is going to be a great lesson in dressing warmly or hearing bits of my anatomy tinkle merrily as they fall if, frozen solid with frostbite!
(Have you ever had frost bite, and if so, doesn't it itch something fierce?!)
Of course there's a weekend coming up as well, that never fails to put a shine on your dime! I foresee a lot of sleeping, followed by more, with more, more and more added for good measure. If there's any time left, I might get in some sleep! Sheesh I'm going to be busy!!
Okay besides not going to work or having to sit in traffic filled with morons (Mornons:- other people who drive like you do), what's your favorite part of the weekend?
If anyone says, "A fine bubbly bath, good conversation, warm slippers and large quantities of fruit I'd love to share!" Well can I come over?!?!
(I'm mostly house-trained, promise!!)
On a side note, as I was dating this I see that the 24th was also a Friday in March! Ohmigod! I know, who knew?!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wednesday 22 June 2011 - Go Team go!
So I was thinking while I was walking, I do that a lot, about the whole argument between Twilight fans on which "team" is better, Team Edward the Vamps or Team Jacob the Werewolves?*
*Here I should mention that it was a slow day and I don't usually think such things! Please believe me!!! I'm so ashamed!!!
Yet I'm still going to write this...
It took all of ten secs to decide which team I'd be on if they were ever recruiting and handing out badges and stuff.
Definitely the Werewolves.
Well think about it:-
1. You get to actually still be alive, you know, sleep (good for mental sanity) and age and have puppies and not be so cold to the touch only necrophiliacs find you sexy! Plus you get to eat real food!!! A diet of only blood just can't have all the right nutrients in it! No wonder those kids look so pale.
2. You don't have to be Emo! Sure sometimes you want to whine and complain and such but when you become a vampire it seems part and parcel of the whole package! There's not one in that whole series who isn't SO hard done by and SO conflicted, oh woe art them! Seriously they must be the biggest downers at an undead mixer to date! (Even Zombies, who have a lot more to complain about, mostly about how they're rotting and becoming a lot less, still at least keep it to themselves!)
3. No sparkly skin! No allergy to good healthy sunlight! What bliss! And that's just the Twilight vamps! What if you became the regular sort? Then being a werewolf would ensure:-
No having to avoid a double cheese and garlic pizza!
No worrying about what might accidentally fall into a religious shape and scald you! No having to loiter about a doorway till someone invites you in!
No worries that a well placed splinter will end your life!
4. If you lick yourself you can just pass it off as the werewolf genetics showing through!
5. And best of all, you get to rip up Vampires! A whole pack of your furry family can have a merry reunion with plenty of meat and fresh water (always remember to give your canine companion fresh water kids), and a nice hunt and dismemberment of the odd random vampire or Cullen Clan moper.
It's the sweetest deal! So sure you might track a few fleas into the house or have to identify friends by sniffing their butts, win some, lose some, but I still think it beats the blood sucking whiners flat! (and then rips 'em up for good measure!)
Go Team Jacob!!!
I hope tomorrow I think of less embarrassing things, like crotch itch...
*Here I should mention that it was a slow day and I don't usually think such things! Please believe me!!! I'm so ashamed!!!
Yet I'm still going to write this...
It took all of ten secs to decide which team I'd be on if they were ever recruiting and handing out badges and stuff.
Definitely the Werewolves.
Well think about it:-
1. You get to actually still be alive, you know, sleep (good for mental sanity) and age and have puppies and not be so cold to the touch only necrophiliacs find you sexy! Plus you get to eat real food!!! A diet of only blood just can't have all the right nutrients in it! No wonder those kids look so pale.
2. You don't have to be Emo! Sure sometimes you want to whine and complain and such but when you become a vampire it seems part and parcel of the whole package! There's not one in that whole series who isn't SO hard done by and SO conflicted, oh woe art them! Seriously they must be the biggest downers at an undead mixer to date! (Even Zombies, who have a lot more to complain about, mostly about how they're rotting and becoming a lot less, still at least keep it to themselves!)
3. No sparkly skin! No allergy to good healthy sunlight! What bliss! And that's just the Twilight vamps! What if you became the regular sort? Then being a werewolf would ensure:-
No having to avoid a double cheese and garlic pizza!
No worrying about what might accidentally fall into a religious shape and scald you! No having to loiter about a doorway till someone invites you in!
No worries that a well placed splinter will end your life!
4. If you lick yourself you can just pass it off as the werewolf genetics showing through!
5. And best of all, you get to rip up Vampires! A whole pack of your furry family can have a merry reunion with plenty of meat and fresh water (always remember to give your canine companion fresh water kids), and a nice hunt and dismemberment of the odd random vampire or Cullen Clan moper.
It's the sweetest deal! So sure you might track a few fleas into the house or have to identify friends by sniffing their butts, win some, lose some, but I still think it beats the blood sucking whiners flat! (and then rips 'em up for good measure!)
Go Team Jacob!!!
I hope tomorrow I think of less embarrassing things, like crotch itch...
Monday, June 20, 2011
Monday 20 June 2011 - access
The internet has made it so that, when someone sent me a pic of a guy getting breast implants into his tattoo, I was like, "Meh, seen it before."
Once the freakish and the strange would have us ooohing and aaahing but now, heck you want to see a two headed goat? A hermaphrodite? A man marrying his dog? A kid with 6 toes?
G O O G L E I T!!
Makes you wonder what lengths people willl go to now to be noticed? Ah well, with all this techno at my fingertips, I'm sure I'll know all about it before they've even had time to put it into action!Now excuse me I'm going back to my pics of bearded women...
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Monday 20 June 2011 - Flatten it!
Look ok, it's Monday.
That sentence, besides being the most necessary observation I've ever made, is, alone, enough to put the fear of small gods into you! But, but but! That doesn't mean it's the end of the world! You might seriously wish it was the end of the world but nope, it's not even close! (Though apparently the end of the world has happened a few times already, precognated by old Americans with their trusty, food stained bibles and psychic dog named Spock...)
The best part of a Monday though, once you get into the full swing of things and have stopped whimpering and cringing, is that they don't last! Though they might FEEL like an eternity of cruelty and spikes driven under your soul's light pink fingernails, it does eventually come to a close! And then, at the end of the day you're like, Ah Monday, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be! (Or you're being carted off by paramedics, barely conscious, but let's ignore that possiblity...)
And the glorious thing is that once you've pulled this Monday down off it's high horse and beaten it soundly with a salami, you know there won't be another Monday showing it's face again for 6 WHOLE DAYS!!! HAHAHA!! Victory never tasted so good! (A bit like cinnamon sugar only more satisfying! *Licks lips*)
So puff out your chest, grab a large meat product and go out and face the day with dignity!!!
(Or slide along the edges and hope it doesn't notice you, like I'm doing!)
That sentence, besides being the most necessary observation I've ever made, is, alone, enough to put the fear of small gods into you! But, but but! That doesn't mean it's the end of the world! You might seriously wish it was the end of the world but nope, it's not even close! (Though apparently the end of the world has happened a few times already, precognated by old Americans with their trusty, food stained bibles and psychic dog named Spock...)
The best part of a Monday though, once you get into the full swing of things and have stopped whimpering and cringing, is that they don't last! Though they might FEEL like an eternity of cruelty and spikes driven under your soul's light pink fingernails, it does eventually come to a close! And then, at the end of the day you're like, Ah Monday, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be! (Or you're being carted off by paramedics, barely conscious, but let's ignore that possiblity...)
And the glorious thing is that once you've pulled this Monday down off it's high horse and beaten it soundly with a salami, you know there won't be another Monday showing it's face again for 6 WHOLE DAYS!!! HAHAHA!! Victory never tasted so good! (A bit like cinnamon sugar only more satisfying! *Licks lips*)
So puff out your chest, grab a large meat product and go out and face the day with dignity!!!
(Or slide along the edges and hope it doesn't notice you, like I'm doing!)
Sunday 19 June 2011 - interruptus
Oh dear, I have been lax with my thought of the day recently haven't I? And I suspect the only reason I'm writing this is to buy some more time until tomorrow! Oh Jo, what a low blow! But you know, (Cor, nifty rhyming thing there), you do just sometimes get a little 'Meh' towards certain things. You feel the need to do something, anything that isn't THAT thing! Teach me to macrame or to Rumba but blog, not today, not today!
I'd open my blog and look at it, absorb its blank-i-ty blankness, and then close it with just a small twinge of guilt. (Somewhere between my shoulder blades, just where it's hard to rub!)
Now if I was being paid to do this, then hell yeah, I'd be here bright and chipper and bushy legged, ready and rearing to write! But I'm not, so watch me swan off into the sunset with a big ol' smile plastered to my visage!
But don't worry, this is me, I can't ever keep quiet for long! (And even then, once I work the duct tape off, I'm good to go!) So watch this space!!!
Have a great, carefree day
She who's unpaid work ethic may need a shot to the rear (Not my rear hey, the work ethics one! Just want to clear that bit up...)
I'd open my blog and look at it, absorb its blank-i-ty blankness, and then close it with just a small twinge of guilt. (Somewhere between my shoulder blades, just where it's hard to rub!)
Now if I was being paid to do this, then hell yeah, I'd be here bright and chipper and bushy legged, ready and rearing to write! But I'm not, so watch me swan off into the sunset with a big ol' smile plastered to my visage!
But don't worry, this is me, I can't ever keep quiet for long! (And even then, once I work the duct tape off, I'm good to go!) So watch this space!!!
Have a great, carefree day
She who's unpaid work ethic may need a shot to the rear (Not my rear hey, the work ethics one! Just want to clear that bit up...)
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Wednesday 15 June 2011 - Mathamoronical
Yes okay I don't like maths.
Never have, it's over intricate, denies creativity and always gives you the one answer you didn't want, namely the wrong one!
In IQ tests I just skip the maths section. I have enough brains to make it up in the other areas and I worry that if I ever did the maths part and they thought I was a genius, it could happen, then they'd expect me to do even more!!!
Besides I could never see the pattern when they asked, "1, 23,45,67,89 what is the next number?" I don't know, I don't care! You were doing the pattern you should know it, why do I have to tell you?
As a kid I didn't have to much issues with it. Add, subtract and multiply, it was all good. Then came the horrors of long division! Oh my word, what the hell? Suddenly I began to see calculators in a whole new light! I was able to bluff my way through a lot of division, until they added fractions and decimal points, that was when the good ship JJ Jovvi was blown clear out the water once and for all, KERBOOM!!!
See Algebra, well that wasn't too bad. They tell you to find x and y and you're like, what can I just circle the x and write, "Here it is" and hope for a pass mark? but see they give you 80 different formulas and somehow you're supposed to know which goes with which and when to use what were! I can't even say that sentence 10 times fast! *glare*
And Trigonometry?! What the hell? I don't care Cos of Tan or CoTan-gerine or whatever! Good lordy, if ever there was one branch of mathematical redundancy I didn't need this was it with a hat on!
I used to just cancel everything out and guess the answer to be 1 or 0, which it almost always was. (I still only ended up with marks like 1/10 because apparently random, lucky guess work is not considered a vaild way to do it. Ha! They obviously have never been to a real science lab before...)
Geometry and I got on well for a long time. Trying to find angles and memorizing theories and what not was right up my dark, dark alley! Problem is they can never leave well enough alone! Noooo, then they had to bring in fractions again (What is it with fractions? Why are they so popular that they get all the party invites?!), and then they brought finding the Area into it and some physics just to sour the whole cream pie! I was most disillusioned!!
Really by the time I was in Std 8 (10th grade), I was well and truly sick of it and ended up doing math on Standard grade rather then Higher grade. (I'll admit this wasn't a very bright move but whenever the teacher said, "Standard Grade doesn't have to learn this part" I did feel a warm and snuggly glow in the pit of my racing heart!)
I know women can do math every bit as much as men can, yadda yadda, rah-rah go feminism etc. Just as long as it's other woman who do it, then I'm all good with that!
Ok so I'm not sure what the point of my rant here about the horrors of Math is? Probably just because it felt nice to diss it. Math is useful, (except Trig) it pops up everywhere and helps you know the velocity at which two trains leaving different stations are going. But for now I will rely on my calculator for the more intricate doodly bits!
No kid, you can't use my calculator, go back to school, what are we paying your fees for?!
Never have, it's over intricate, denies creativity and always gives you the one answer you didn't want, namely the wrong one!
In IQ tests I just skip the maths section. I have enough brains to make it up in the other areas and I worry that if I ever did the maths part and they thought I was a genius, it could happen, then they'd expect me to do even more!!!
Besides I could never see the pattern when they asked, "1, 23,45,67,89 what is the next number?" I don't know, I don't care! You were doing the pattern you should know it, why do I have to tell you?
As a kid I didn't have to much issues with it. Add, subtract and multiply, it was all good. Then came the horrors of long division! Oh my word, what the hell? Suddenly I began to see calculators in a whole new light! I was able to bluff my way through a lot of division, until they added fractions and decimal points, that was when the good ship JJ Jovvi was blown clear out the water once and for all, KERBOOM!!!
See Algebra, well that wasn't too bad. They tell you to find x and y and you're like, what can I just circle the x and write, "Here it is" and hope for a pass mark? but see they give you 80 different formulas and somehow you're supposed to know which goes with which and when to use what were! I can't even say that sentence 10 times fast! *glare*
And Trigonometry?! What the hell? I don't care Cos of Tan or CoTan-gerine or whatever! Good lordy, if ever there was one branch of mathematical redundancy I didn't need this was it with a hat on!
I used to just cancel everything out and guess the answer to be 1 or 0, which it almost always was. (I still only ended up with marks like 1/10 because apparently random, lucky guess work is not considered a vaild way to do it. Ha! They obviously have never been to a real science lab before...)
Geometry and I got on well for a long time. Trying to find angles and memorizing theories and what not was right up my dark, dark alley! Problem is they can never leave well enough alone! Noooo, then they had to bring in fractions again (What is it with fractions? Why are they so popular that they get all the party invites?!), and then they brought finding the Area into it and some physics just to sour the whole cream pie! I was most disillusioned!!
Really by the time I was in Std 8 (10th grade), I was well and truly sick of it and ended up doing math on Standard grade rather then Higher grade. (I'll admit this wasn't a very bright move but whenever the teacher said, "Standard Grade doesn't have to learn this part" I did feel a warm and snuggly glow in the pit of my racing heart!)
I know women can do math every bit as much as men can, yadda yadda, rah-rah go feminism etc. Just as long as it's other woman who do it, then I'm all good with that!
Ok so I'm not sure what the point of my rant here about the horrors of Math is? Probably just because it felt nice to diss it. Math is useful, (except Trig) it pops up everywhere and helps you know the velocity at which two trains leaving different stations are going. But for now I will rely on my calculator for the more intricate doodly bits!
No kid, you can't use my calculator, go back to school, what are we paying your fees for?!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Tuesday 14 June 2011 - carpe d'everything!!
So do things now dammit!!! Don't be half-hearted with your life! Don't go around saying how you WILL be a nicer person, how you WILL show someone you love them, how you WILL get more fun out of your life, some day, one day!! When do some day, one day ever come? Why isn't today a good enough day to start?
Planning to do something is good but doing it? Oh my word! It's so much better!! And yes, we cant be perfect and we have our hang ups and our issues but we should at least try make ourselves feel as contented as we can! It's practically our civil duty!! (And the reason I'm having an extra banana for breakfast!)
Try putting your all into just today! Come at it with a positive mindset! Enjoy it the best you can! Sure, bad things won't go away just cause you're positive and there are days you'll be down and depressed but if you try make the best of everything, those days will be a lot less then they are now! Don't give into melancholy and blahness! Don't let one set back ruin your whole day! (So I'm out of bananas, bugger, I'll get more and enjoy them twice as much later! *thumps chest!*)
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Cause see, if you make TODAY the best day you possibly can, then before you know it, you have a whole string of memories behind you of good days and a future that suddenly doesn't look so bleak!!
Please think about that!!!
*Bows humbly*
Planning to do something is good but doing it? Oh my word! It's so much better!! And yes, we cant be perfect and we have our hang ups and our issues but we should at least try make ourselves feel as contented as we can! It's practically our civil duty!! (And the reason I'm having an extra banana for breakfast!)
Try putting your all into just today! Come at it with a positive mindset! Enjoy it the best you can! Sure, bad things won't go away just cause you're positive and there are days you'll be down and depressed but if you try make the best of everything, those days will be a lot less then they are now! Don't give into melancholy and blahness! Don't let one set back ruin your whole day! (So I'm out of bananas, bugger, I'll get more and enjoy them twice as much later! *thumps chest!*)
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Cause see, if you make TODAY the best day you possibly can, then before you know it, you have a whole string of memories behind you of good days and a future that suddenly doesn't look so bleak!!
Please think about that!!!
*Bows humbly*
Tuesday 14 June 2011 - movng on
It's strange how a gap is created when someone you love or care about has died. It's like they were always there and then they weren't and you're almost expected to pave over the hole and continue on with a whistle and a smile.
The thing that gets me most though is wondering what has happened to them. We all think about, and occasionally dwell on, what happens to us after death, but it's a bit more hard hitting when someone we knew has passed on and we have to wrap our minds around the fact that they're gone. For good. Forever and ever, amen. Whether they went to a heaven, a hell, or a limbo party, the fact is that they are, in our world, extinct. There will be no more of that person for the rest of your life. Fact.
And I think losing someone also brings out our selfish side. Oh not in a bad, evil, mine, mine, mine, kind of way! It's that when someone dies one of our first thoughts is, "What am I going to do without them?" We feel OUR loss at their not being around anymore. WE don't get to have them in our lives, cheering it up just that little bit more. It's a bittersweet selfishness that we couldn't hope to control. It shows the impact they made.
So my thinking is today, even if it's just for today, think about everyone in your life, for better or worse, and feel thankful that they are there. Because you never know what can happen between something as simple as one breath and the next. You can never expect the unexpected (Man that's always such lame advice), but you can at least appreciate the things you have right at this moment and the beautiful people you share them with!
The thing that gets me most though is wondering what has happened to them. We all think about, and occasionally dwell on, what happens to us after death, but it's a bit more hard hitting when someone we knew has passed on and we have to wrap our minds around the fact that they're gone. For good. Forever and ever, amen. Whether they went to a heaven, a hell, or a limbo party, the fact is that they are, in our world, extinct. There will be no more of that person for the rest of your life. Fact.
And I think losing someone also brings out our selfish side. Oh not in a bad, evil, mine, mine, mine, kind of way! It's that when someone dies one of our first thoughts is, "What am I going to do without them?" We feel OUR loss at their not being around anymore. WE don't get to have them in our lives, cheering it up just that little bit more. It's a bittersweet selfishness that we couldn't hope to control. It shows the impact they made.
So my thinking is today, even if it's just for today, think about everyone in your life, for better or worse, and feel thankful that they are there. Because you never know what can happen between something as simple as one breath and the next. You can never expect the unexpected (Man that's always such lame advice), but you can at least appreciate the things you have right at this moment and the beautiful people you share them with!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Monday 13 June 2011 - Monday froth
I was thinking about what wise, wise words I could put here. Something deep and meaningful or dazzling and profound, to get Monday off to a good start!
BUT!!!
I have new anime freshly downloaded!!! Eeeek, I know, how cool is that?! And I can use this time muuuuuuuuch more productively watching it and soaking up all the feel good vibes it engenders! My my! Tell me that's not a muuuuuuuuuch better way to spend a Monday then lost in thought?
I know hey, clever me!!
So saying, make the most of your Monday today! It might not be the most loved day of the week but once or twice it can surprise you in that it DOESN'T rip apart your hopes and dreams and laugh at you from behind the bushes!
GO MONDAY!!!!*
*ideally far away....
:P
ENJOY!!!
BUT!!!
I have new anime freshly downloaded!!! Eeeek, I know, how cool is that?! And I can use this time muuuuuuuuch more productively watching it and soaking up all the feel good vibes it engenders! My my! Tell me that's not a muuuuuuuuuch better way to spend a Monday then lost in thought?
I know hey, clever me!!
So saying, make the most of your Monday today! It might not be the most loved day of the week but once or twice it can surprise you in that it DOESN'T rip apart your hopes and dreams and laugh at you from behind the bushes!
GO MONDAY!!!!*
*ideally far away....
:P
ENJOY!!!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Saturday 11 June 2011 - SQUEEZE
A hug is one of the few things you can do where you receive every bit as much as you give. A hug costs nothing but means everything!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Friday 10 June 2011 - SURPRISE!
I think the nicest thing about being human, or close enough that it counts, is Surprises!
(Now obviously I mean nice, friendly surprises not like, "Oh look your head's just been cut off!" sort, those never go down well).
There is nothing better then a really nice, unexpected, yay-type surprise! I'm still trying to decide which one is better though....
1. The completely unexpected surprise - where it just comes up and out of the blue and just dazzles you with no warning at all so you go through all the rigors of joy and rapture in a once off blast of 'WOOHOO LUCKY ME' feelings
or
2. The surprise you sort of know is coming but it's not there yet! A new game, a present, a birthday party, a new harness for your BDSM collection! These can almost be more rewarding in that, although you know already there is a treat coming, you still get to wallow in the oozy good feelings of anticipation! "It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!!!" *Vibrates happily!*
Life is so deadly monotonous without a good surprise once in a while! And the best part is that you get just as many good vibrations being the person who initiates the surprise as the person who receives it! Tell me there's anything more beautiful then watching the face of someone you care about (Or heck even a complete stranger), just absolutely light up because of something unexpected you did for them! I swear it's more addictive then Heroine! (And a lot easier on your blood vessels I'm told...)
So I hope you have a lovely day with at least one, YAY YAY surprise in it, given or received!!!
(Now obviously I mean nice, friendly surprises not like, "Oh look your head's just been cut off!" sort, those never go down well).
There is nothing better then a really nice, unexpected, yay-type surprise! I'm still trying to decide which one is better though....
1. The completely unexpected surprise - where it just comes up and out of the blue and just dazzles you with no warning at all so you go through all the rigors of joy and rapture in a once off blast of 'WOOHOO LUCKY ME' feelings
or
2. The surprise you sort of know is coming but it's not there yet! A new game, a present, a birthday party, a new harness for your BDSM collection! These can almost be more rewarding in that, although you know already there is a treat coming, you still get to wallow in the oozy good feelings of anticipation! "It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!!!" *Vibrates happily!*
Life is so deadly monotonous without a good surprise once in a while! And the best part is that you get just as many good vibrations being the person who initiates the surprise as the person who receives it! Tell me there's anything more beautiful then watching the face of someone you care about (Or heck even a complete stranger), just absolutely light up because of something unexpected you did for them! I swear it's more addictive then Heroine! (And a lot easier on your blood vessels I'm told...)
So I hope you have a lovely day with at least one, YAY YAY surprise in it, given or received!!!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Thursday 09 June 2011 - wet wet wet the weather not the band
I have decided this weather is out to get me!
Yip, just me, no one else.
Just cause.
I mean winter is bad enough with icy winds and frost and metal so cold you stick to it and rip a layer of skin off when you try let go, smooth as orange peel!
But to then add rain to the mix as well, how sadistic is that? I have written to complain, I'm sure I will receive an answer any day now...
Mind I do love how, we get a little rain in winter, and everyone is ooohing and aaahing going on about, "OH MY GOD IT'S CLIMATE CHANGE WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"
(Unless they're religious nuts in which case it's god's vengeance or mother earth's or Ra's or somebody important sounding - Bin Laden's Revenge or some such...)
It's never just the weather being it's usual unpredictable self. How boring THAT would be!
Still, wish it would be unpredictable in a bit more of a fun way! Like the snow we had a few years ago, now that was worth 2am scurrying about and snowman making!
And why does no one complain when winter is unseasonably warm? You never then hear, "THE WEATHER IS LOVELY, OH MY GOD IT'S CLIMATE CHANGE WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"
Well suppose I should go start getting ready to walk in this cold and wet and overcast weather! I could just stay home... HAHAHA, aaaah, that's cute...
Yip, just me, no one else.
Just cause.
I mean winter is bad enough with icy winds and frost and metal so cold you stick to it and rip a layer of skin off when you try let go, smooth as orange peel!
But to then add rain to the mix as well, how sadistic is that? I have written to complain, I'm sure I will receive an answer any day now...
Mind I do love how, we get a little rain in winter, and everyone is ooohing and aaahing going on about, "OH MY GOD IT'S CLIMATE CHANGE WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"
(Unless they're religious nuts in which case it's god's vengeance or mother earth's or Ra's or somebody important sounding - Bin Laden's Revenge or some such...)
It's never just the weather being it's usual unpredictable self. How boring THAT would be!
Still, wish it would be unpredictable in a bit more of a fun way! Like the snow we had a few years ago, now that was worth 2am scurrying about and snowman making!
And why does no one complain when winter is unseasonably warm? You never then hear, "THE WEATHER IS LOVELY, OH MY GOD IT'S CLIMATE CHANGE WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"
Well suppose I should go start getting ready to walk in this cold and wet and overcast weather! I could just stay home... HAHAHA, aaaah, that's cute...
Wednesday 08 June 2011 - vile bile
I don't know how people can stand milk?! To me it's the most vile thing since... since... since primordial ooze! and I bet at least primordial ooze would go well with toast!
I find the smell alone enough to make me suddenly get the urge to part ways with whatever meal came pre-odour ingestion! It's a scent I like to call, "The smell of secretion!" To me it smells like everything that is wrong with the world!!! *Flings arms out dramatically!*
And think about where milk comes from?! The boobs of a cow! It's fluid drained from the glands of an animal meant for that critters offspring! I'd have liked to have met the man (It's always a man when it's something daft), who decided, "Lookie here at this white stuff drippin' out Ma! Lets gosh durn go ahead and drinks it!"
It's yucky yucky yucky! I think you people are all insane! *Runs off crying into the open arms of the first sympathetic looking Vegan she can find!*
I find the smell alone enough to make me suddenly get the urge to part ways with whatever meal came pre-odour ingestion! It's a scent I like to call, "The smell of secretion!" To me it smells like everything that is wrong with the world!!! *Flings arms out dramatically!*
And think about where milk comes from?! The boobs of a cow! It's fluid drained from the glands of an animal meant for that critters offspring! I'd have liked to have met the man (It's always a man when it's something daft), who decided, "Lookie here at this white stuff drippin' out Ma! Lets gosh durn go ahead and drinks it!"
It's yucky yucky yucky! I think you people are all insane! *Runs off crying into the open arms of the first sympathetic looking Vegan she can find!*
Monday, June 6, 2011
Tuesday 07 June 2011 - the now
I know when you ask people, if they could change anything in their pasts, the answer is often, "I would, but my past has made me the person I am today, for better or worse!"
My view to that?
*Pulls a raspberry!*
If I could change things in my past I surely would! Who knows, it could mean that it would have made the person I am today even more awesome? < - - no ego here hey.
and if it didn't, well I'd hardly have known about it now would I?
So saying I also very well and truely believe that until you invent your time machine that will let you go back in time and corner the stock market and sing Back Street Boy songs before they were even born, making you a multi-katrillionaire, well there's really no use crying over that proverbial spilt milk! (Though a squashed banana can raise a few tears...)
Today is all we have to best to make it the best today we can! That way we'll only have the best possible memories and an exciting future to look forward to!
Plus minus.
My view to that?
*Pulls a raspberry!*
If I could change things in my past I surely would! Who knows, it could mean that it would have made the person I am today even more awesome? < - - no ego here hey.
and if it didn't, well I'd hardly have known about it now would I?
So saying I also very well and truely believe that until you invent your time machine that will let you go back in time and corner the stock market and sing Back Street Boy songs before they were even born, making you a multi-katrillionaire, well there's really no use crying over that proverbial spilt milk! (Though a squashed banana can raise a few tears...)
Today is all we have to best to make it the best today we can! That way we'll only have the best possible memories and an exciting future to look forward to!
Plus minus.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Saturday 04 June 2011 - Zzzzz
ARGH!!! Don't you hate it when you really, really, really, really want to go to sleep but your brain is keeping you active in a game of pin the thought on the braincell, so you just lie there, tossing this side; turning this side; blankets on; blankets off; blankets artfully arranged around you in a very pleasing feng-shui way that still brings no blissful trip to Nod!
For me the worst part usually hits around 1am when I have to try find something to do until morning. I usually end up playing some daft computer game; reading a book I've read more often then a zealout or staring at the hamster and enjoying fantasy scenes where he comes out of his cage; sits on a little psychiatrists couch; asks me what I really think of my mother; and prescribes something that fizzes in water and makes everything ooooo-oooo-oooo-kay...
And then you end up like I am now, with these blood shot red eyes and frail grip on sanity. Secure in the knowledge that whatever happens today is gonna HAPPEN in 3-D, in-your-face intensity!
But there is a plus side, it is a Saturday, so there's still one day I can sleep in if I can just, well, sleep!! I will fight for the right to SNORE!!!
(I'd throw my fist up in the air but I'm all tangled in blankets and oh wait, that's my foot....)
For me the worst part usually hits around 1am when I have to try find something to do until morning. I usually end up playing some daft computer game; reading a book I've read more often then a zealout or staring at the hamster and enjoying fantasy scenes where he comes out of his cage; sits on a little psychiatrists couch; asks me what I really think of my mother; and prescribes something that fizzes in water and makes everything ooooo-oooo-oooo-kay...
And then you end up like I am now, with these blood shot red eyes and frail grip on sanity. Secure in the knowledge that whatever happens today is gonna HAPPEN in 3-D, in-your-face intensity!
But there is a plus side, it is a Saturday, so there's still one day I can sleep in if I can just, well, sleep!! I will fight for the right to SNORE!!!
(I'd throw my fist up in the air but I'm all tangled in blankets and oh wait, that's my foot....)
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Friday 03 June 2011 - mind games
Yesterday's bubble bath had me getting ready to go on a quest to get from one side of the vast gaping chasm of bath tub to the other, without touching the water and therefor drowning and dying! Could I get from one "polar" mound of bubbles to the next unscathed?!
My mind created a little character, brown hair, leather jerkin, backpack and a determined gate!! He was woefully under-dressed for the arctic scene in which I placed him, but he was aesthetically pleasing and if movies can do it so can my imagination! Heck, let's make him half Eskimo, that'll keep the nay-sayers happy!
So anyway, little guy started up by my head, leaping from bubble island to bubble island. He made it almost 3/4 of the way to the other side before the horror of a lack of bubbles came between him and the drain! Whatever was he to do?! He couldn't stay on the bubble island he was already on, it was melting! But to leap into the void?!
Eventually he had no choice and taking up his courage, he made a leap for it!!! Ooooh! But too bad he missed and drowned prettily, oh dear! Really it was quite dreadful! I'd have grieved deeply but I had body parts to wash and I feel, he would have wanted it that way!
My mind created a little character, brown hair, leather jerkin, backpack and a determined gate!! He was woefully under-dressed for the arctic scene in which I placed him, but he was aesthetically pleasing and if movies can do it so can my imagination! Heck, let's make him half Eskimo, that'll keep the nay-sayers happy!
So anyway, little guy started up by my head, leaping from bubble island to bubble island. He made it almost 3/4 of the way to the other side before the horror of a lack of bubbles came between him and the drain! Whatever was he to do?! He couldn't stay on the bubble island he was already on, it was melting! But to leap into the void?!
Eventually he had no choice and taking up his courage, he made a leap for it!!! Ooooh! But too bad he missed and drowned prettily, oh dear! Really it was quite dreadful! I'd have grieved deeply but I had body parts to wash and I feel, he would have wanted it that way!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Thursday 2 June 2011 - Paradox
There is something really extra nice about sleeping and cuddling in bed when the nights are icy cold and all you wanna do is bury yourself, mole-like, into vast layers of warm and comforting comforters! You know to set foot outside the bed would be to strip away every layer of peace you've created and so you dig in even deeper, till even your icy cold nose begins to thaw.
I like to pull the blankies all the way over my head and create a snug, vaguely Jo-scented, cavern of warmth. Feet, bedecked in socks, keep the blanket secure and folded over so nothing as sinful as fresh, cold air can get in!
As the minutes go by my little cave gets warmer and warmer. I know it's cold out there and that the world is a big and scary place, but for just a short while I am cozy and happy and very, very, contented with life as I slowly drowse and prepare to go to Dreamland.
And it's right about then that I need to go to the bathroom!
I like to pull the blankies all the way over my head and create a snug, vaguely Jo-scented, cavern of warmth. Feet, bedecked in socks, keep the blanket secure and folded over so nothing as sinful as fresh, cold air can get in!
As the minutes go by my little cave gets warmer and warmer. I know it's cold out there and that the world is a big and scary place, but for just a short while I am cozy and happy and very, very, contented with life as I slowly drowse and prepare to go to Dreamland.
And it's right about then that I need to go to the bathroom!
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