Two souls

Two souls connected in the dark.
Neither one knowing the intensity shared between them.
Two souls depart in the morning light.
Never acknowledging the yearning that was found among them.
Two souls meeting again from a distance.
A quick glance and a hello; feeling the energy between them.
Two souls drifting through life.
Trying to find the happiness shared with each other.
Two souls reconnecting at last.
Finding each other in the dark, and returning to the light of two souls.

After Valentine's Day Thought

I think, as a society, we have become too focused on what the world is doing for us, what the world owes us.  The world owes us nothing.  We are just a fraction of what the world has experienced and will continue to experience.  It is us who owes the world.  For life, for love, for happiness and sadness. Let's return to a life where we work together to benefit all.

Personal Emotions Experiment

 

This past week, I spent every night at the local bar that I usually hang out at over the weekend.  As the social meeting point, I tend to rely on the bar for my social interactions.  But lately, I've been feeling more and more like it's becoming a regular thing, with drinking being the prominence, as opposed to the social aspects.  So I decided to complete a personal experiment on myself, social and emotional in nature.

 

Starting Tuesday last week, I went to the bar, like I usually do, and ordered the drink I usually do along with some food, like I usually do.  I was in a great place emotionally, feeling good enough to actually dress up and make myself look somewhat decent.  I ended up spending a decent penny drinking, throwing back shots, and playing music.  In fact, I woke up a complete shit show the next morning, which just showed how "awesome" my night was before then.  This continued throughout the week... Wednesday, drinks.  Thursday, friend's birthday. Friday, to see some friends I hadn't seen in a while.  Saturday, to help a friend decompress after she studied. Sunday, to meet up with my best friend. Monday, to see some friends and help a friend forget about her exam. Seven nights, seven  card swipes, countless amounts of margaritas, beers, shots, music plays.  And the weirdest emotions I have ever experienced.

 

At first, I thought it was because my sleep was off, but I usually don't fall asleep until after the bar closes, so that couldn't be it.  However, being a psych major, I knew that alcohol messes with emotions, and can result in all types of emotional disturbances.  So by Thursday, I began to get curious.  Could I force myself into a depression only to force myself out of it?  Could I cause my social beliefs to change?

 

Around Saturday evening, I was feeling the depression.  I actually had a flash vision while driving to the bar about my death, which is strange for me, because I am petrified of dying.  Like send myself into a panic attack by just considering it petrified.  However, I was passing over the highway on the off/on ramp, and this huge semi was going under the ramp.  My brain made me think about the semi smashing into me, and that was it.  I shook it off, and drove on to the bar.  By the end of the night, I was confessing this issue to my friend, telling her that I was afraid to stay at home because I didn't want to hurt myself.  Part one complete.

 

This continued through Sunday, when two friends and myself went through every emotion imaginable in a few hours.  We started out laughing and having a good time, to sadness, to anger, and everywhere in between.  However, by the end of the night, I was starting to feel better about things.  They wanted a group hug, because of the connections we made that night, and I responded with my quirky comments, "I need nachos". (I really wanted nachos).

 

But Monday was the tell-tale of the week.  I went into the bar with the intention of meeting a friend for a drink and dinner, and ended up spending about a half an hour by myself.  And at first, I was angry and closed off from others, but after a while, I was able to relax and hang out.  Then a few friends showed up, and we started chatting away and having a couple of drinks.  Then the pity train came out, but this time, I didn't want to take a ride.  I didn't have anything to feel bad about.  It was if I had accepted everything about me and my life in that moment, and said it's OK for me to be this way.  Part two complete.  I had managed to send myself into a depression, only to come out on the other side totally OK.

 

Social beliefs were a little harder, however.  The bar has become synonymous with friendship and social activities.  However, I have the confidence that I don't have to drink ridiculous amounts to hang out with my friends.  I mean, let's face it.  I turned myself into a heavy drinker for a week, and came out someone who won't need to associate social time with drinking. 

 

Will this continue to last?  Who knows.   I have an addictive personality, so it's likely that I will revert back to my old ways, simply because my genetics and social situations tell me to.  But I feel like I have definitely gained some insight into myself this past week.  Maybe more than I ever have. 

 

Who wants to join me for my next social experiment?

 

 

Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life. -- George Bernard Shaw

 

Responsibility

This morning, I couldn't sleep, so I turned on the TV.  After channel surfing for about two minutes, I stopped on local news to see what the weather was going to be.  What I actually saw was completely disturbing.

Tear gas, riots, military-esque fighters, fires, gun shots.  It appeared to be a scene out of the Middle East.  Until I realized that it was here, on American soil.

It seems that we are at war.  Not against some foreign invader, but with those who are sworn to protect and serve.  Our own police force has turned into terrorist militias, forcing the American public to live in fear.  As the details came rolling in, it turns out that some poor kid was executed on the streets of an American town.  By a police officer.  Allegedly for being a black male.  

Even as I write this, the governor of Missouri is deflecting the media, talking about pictures of himself.  There are rumors that the police force is trying to create a media blackout so that the truth cannot come.  The family of the victim have not been talked to by the police as of this morning.  And it appears chaos is ensuing.

But what's even more baffling and appalling to me is what Anonymous is doing. I understand releasing the name of the officer and the recordings of police chatter, but I'm very concerned that they are threatening to release the officer's address.... What about this man's family? They did nothing wrong.  Why put them at risk?  Even online, the threats, trolling, and uncivilized replies is enough to make one afraid for their own personal safety.

I am not an aggressive person.  I consider myself to be very peaceful, but even I am considering purchasing a hand gun.  If the government continues to arm our police like militants, and hidden people continue to put innocents at risk, I fear that I will not be able to protect myself in any other way.  I hate guns.  I think that so many issues are caused by guns, but I'm at the point where I see no other way....

The protestors are very contradictory to their end results.  While they want justice and awareness for the victim of police brutality, their violence and the assumed media reports are overshadowing what they want to achieve.  I feel that everyone is looking to extort this situation, to bring about personal gain. On Instagram, there's a trending hashtag #ifiwasgunneddown in which people are putting two contradictory pictures up of themselves trying to determine which the media would use.... And I just can't help but shake my head.... This is such bullshit.... Yes. We know the media can be biased. But honestly, if you didn't take such idiotic pictures, you'd have nothing to worry about.  My social media is very limited to those outside of my friends circle.  If my photo was needed, the media would get me in big sunglasses, making silly faces, or participating in a color run.  Because that's what I choose to let people see. 

Take some damn responsibility.

Money ≠ Happiness

 

 

I took a huge risk this past week.... I am quitting my full-time, lots of benefits job to move into a part-time, no benefits, higher responsibility job. 

 

At first, I was a little panicked.  How would I pay for everything?  How would I make sure that I had a roof over my head, food in my fridge (and in Apollo's bowl), gas in my car, electricity, internet, blah blah blah.  But then something dawned on me. 

 

So what.... who really cares about money (bahahahaha I do)?  I sat down.  I made a budget.  I figured out that I could survive on my new job's salary, as long as I cut some things out of my life, and started doing different things.  My car is getting paid off this month, which alleviates the $360 a month payment.  Found some natural (and cheaper) alternatives to my medications (minus the thyroid and BC, because, well, BC is free, and the thyroid is finally working) = $15 a month.  Quit paying for that gym membership, because there's equipment at my apartment complex = $23 a month.  Stopped getting my Graze boxes, because I don't need someone to send me yummy snacks = $12 a month.  My next door neighbor offered her internet, free of charge, which saves me about $70 a month.  Electricity in this place is so much better, so I'm saving about $75 a month just living here!  And that's just the basic stuff I looked at.  Going to add in coupons for everyday things, and shopping locally at markets to make sure produce is cheapest.  So far, I've saved $555 a month, just by figuring out the things that I definitely do not need.

 

Simplification is one thing that causes many people anxiety.  We are so wrapped up in the materialism that society forces down our throats on a daily basis.  You need this car.  You need these jeans.  You need this credit card so you can buy all this crap. 

 

 

Yeah, that definitely sums it up.  There are things that we need, like food, shelter, running water, etc.  And there are things that we don't.  I actually have started to hand wash all my laundry, and hang it up outside on my patio, so that I don't have to spend money at the laundry mat, and I'm not wasting water.  It takes some time, but my clothes smell fresher, look brighter, and feel better without all those nasty chemicals in them.  I have found lots of fun things to do, that are completely free, within my area.  It's all a matter of perspective.

 

So if I can't survive on this pay in this new job, I will find another part-time.  But I have found that I am beginning to be much more happy because I am not so focused on my money anymore.  I know what I have, I know what I can spend, and I don't get sad when I can't afford something, because deep down, I probably didn't need it anyways.

 

My challenge to you is to sit down, examine your budget, and decide one thing that you can cut out of your life.  Are you paying for the gym without going to it (I was)?  Do you pay for Netflix, but barely watch it?  Do you pay for a delivery service for a product that you could easily do yourself?  Figure out ways to simplify your life.  It will bring you peace in the end.

 

“Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.” ― Epictetus 

Addiction

Ok Blogger. Since you deleted my first draft.... Let's try this again....

My Internet has been down since before I got home for work.  I was pretty mad too, because I had this plan to come home and veg out, watching tv until I went to bed, while playing on my phone and the computer.

That's my nightly routine. Technology until bedtime,  and then more technology. Come home, turn on tv, check phone, computer, back to phone, bed, tablet, phone.

When did my life start to revolve around technology?  I spend most of my day, doing nothing online. Seriously.  I check Facebook on my phone,  then get on my computer, just to check Facebook. 

 I meditated for the first time in months today.  I probably wouldn't have if my phone had held more of a charge.  But I meditated. And then decided to write this post.  But not before checking Facebook.  When did I become obsessed with social media?

I've been planning a Skype coffee date with my friend D for months. Still hasn't happened. But I can tell you what she did over the weekend, because of Facebook. I talk to more people on Facebook than I do in real life. And let's be honest, it's not official until it's Facebook official.

 So here's my challenge to myself, and to you.  For one day, don't check Facebook.  Not even if you get a notification.  Better yet, deactivate your account for a day. Is it someone's birthday? Pick up the phone and call them. Reconnect with those you don't talk to outside of the internet. Change the way we interact.

"The difference between technology and slavery is that slaves are fully aware that they are not free." -- Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Reality

Why is society more obsessed with these heightened, manufactured situations than they are with actual reality?


I love this show.  It puts a nice spin on everything happening in the world.  But this episode really spoke to me this morning.  While surfing the internet, and goofing on Facebook, I kept seeing news about Halle Berry being ordered to pay child support to her ex-husband to take care of her child.  Why is this news?

Looking through the news feed, I can see a ton of stories that are way more important than Halle Berry's lawsuit, like the five soldiers who were killed by friendly fire, or that the FAA has approved a commercial drone to fly over Alaska looking for natural resources. 

Why are we as a society so obsessed with the lives of the rich and famous?  Why do we watch shows about Honey Boo Boo and a bunch of idiots in Jersey Shore, but don't watch the news?  Friends of mine think that I am weird because I make sure to read the news every day, from different news sources, to make sure I understand what's going on.  Half my friends don't even watch the news. 

With all the technology that allows us to watch, read, and listen to the news, and have news delivered to our phones, I am completely baffled over some of the breaking news articles that come over my phone.  Who cares if JB is getting deported, or if Lindsay told Miley to calm her roll.... I certainly don't.

Do me a favor: Google "World Cup" and look at the news articles.  People are trying to get FIFA to go elsewhere, for fear that it will collapse its economy, much like what happened in South Africa.  Google "veteran affairs" and you can see that delays on medical treatment for vets are causing huge issues.

Education is supposed to show the advancement of a society.  I feel like most of our society are becoming drones, eating whatever is fed to us, through reality television and faux news programs.  People really need to start thinking for themselves, and questioning everything.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life." -- Irvine Welsch (Trainspotting)