Saturday, June 29, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Ever notice the fine print message on the back of your MasterCard? My bill was about $750 this month and of course I pay them off every time. But wow. Just wow. What if I couldn't?
Credit card companies are greed on meth.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Question: if you lived to be 100, how many of those years would be spent in private conversation with yourself?
a. 5 years
b. 15 years
c. 30 years
d. 70 years
Before I reveal the answer, I think this begs another important question, probably the question I should have asked first: do you talk to yourself?
Don’t fib. It’s yes. In fact scientists tell us this is exactly what separates us from animals: we think about how we think. We also think about how others think. Plus, we know that others think about our thinking. Basically all this internal debating is something animals just can’t do.
Whether it’s dreaming, or daydreaming or repeating lyrics or an interior monologue or writing, it’s all inside one’s head. Apparently, part of this is completely psychological. Humans fear sudden stillness. To freeze means there is danger so we avoid that fear, consciously or not, by initiating a barrage of inside thoughts in the form of conversations. Essentially, we are equipped with our own inner narrator and that can be comforting. (Plus he might like to hum 80s song lyrics too. Just sayin.)
Anyway, so here’s the next question: what exactly do you say to yourself?
That, in fact, is the most important question: is your self-talk helping or hindering? To whom have you permitted rental space inside your head? Someone you like? Or someone who needs an eviction notice?
We really do have the power to evict. We can learn something about this from athletes. They are taught a variety of strategies to change their negative self-talk such as thought-stopping, thought-replacement, focus on the present and turning a negative into a question. It’s not rocket science is it? But it does take practice. For example, the latter strategy would go like this...instead of saying, “I can’t handle this!” say “How can I handle this?”
(I must admit that the voice in my head just now remarked that everything I’ve written thus far is utter drivel so believe me, I know how hard this is for you. And by you I mean me too.)
Last question: what's the big ideal? According to writer Hugh Phillips, the answer to that opening question is a doozie: 70 years. Think about that. It really does matter how you talk to yourself. Is the conversation inside you a healthy one?
Monday, June 24, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
google doodle have a subliminal message happening? Hmmm.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
A few genuine original voices:
1. e.e. cummings
2. Cormac McCarthy
3. William Golding
4. Shirley Jackson
5. T.S. Eliot
6. Margaret Atwood
7. Emily Dickinson
8. Shel Silverstein
9. Chris Van Allsburg
Monday, June 17, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
|How one teen I know |
labels a card for his Dad. Hmmm.
You can honor him one way: by becoming the best person you can be. (You can also give him chocolate chips, hugs, a back-scratcher and an ice-cream cake from Dairy Queen, or you can insert your own idea here, but mostly just become a good person.) Show some respect. A little goes a long way. Believe me.
You can also honor him by thinking about him because if he's a good father he thinks about you. All. The. Time. Even and especially when you wish he wouldn't, when you wish he would just cut you some slack. Because fathers can be annoying. Or demanding. Or disappointing. Or unreasonable at times. We aren't perfect. We're human. But the majority of us are doing the best we can, so shouldn't you too?
So think about your father. Think about the good moments. Those were the moments he was investing in you. (There were many moments behind the scenes you may never even know about.) Sure, maybe he didn't always invest in the ways you wanted, maybe he invested more money than time, maybe he invested more in demands than in diversions. Maybe this, maybe that. Someday you'll know things you don't know now and someday you'll know just how complicated life can be. Try to forgive him for the mistakes he made. Try. If he's a good father, he's forgiven you at least once for every sunset you've shared.
Think gratitude. Collage it in your mind. Or write it down. Or better yet, make art in all the things that you do. Thank him. Kiss him on the cheek. Engage him in a talk. Ask his advice. Invite him to walk by the river. Make him laugh. Come home when he told you to. Do something without being asked. Listen. Make your words match your actions. But above all this: become the best person you can. And then say, "Look at me Dad" because he loves that. Believe me. There's nothing more tasty for his eyes than you. Than you.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
1. Only ladies are allowed?
2. Only ladies and girls are allowed?
3. Only ladies with female babies are allowed?
4. Only ladies with twins are allowed?
5. Only those creepy twins from The Shining are allowed?
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
|Left behind in a public bathroom, it makes me wonder.|
Sometimes I wonder why idling feels so comfortable to me.
Sometimes I'm amazed at how comfortable I am with stepping on the gas when I need to.
Sometimes (and I do not intend this to be analytical not judgmental if at all possible) I am curious what compels adults to get drunk. (Teens I mostly understand: they seem to court drunkenness because they haven't yet figured out their authentic selves are much much more interesting than what they hope to de-emphasize or overemphasize about their developing personalities.)
Sometimes I wonder if adults are just teens with mortgages.
Sometimes I think some people get drunk because they're genuinely happy. It's simply a celebration, a bonding opportunity. Yet, I wonder...are they sad? Or numb? Is it a shell remover? Or a method to gather courage and light a fire with it?
Sometimes I wonder if I disappoint (alienate? disillusion?) my friends and acquaintances because I cannot be anyone's drinking buddy. I cannot get drunk. Sure, I enjoy a drink or two but getting drunk? That just sounds so exhausting.
Sometimes I wonder why drinking feels exhausting to me.
Sometimes I wonder if it's at all possible to get to the bottom of something (or someone or anything or especially myself).
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
What's one of your favourite quotes? And in one sentence, why?