No “how are you”?

There is nothing like being in physical pain.
Then Receiving a lack of response .
To put things (or people) into perspective. Because would you really like to hang around someone who doesn’t express care & concern?

Time is on your side

If all this rushing around is the reason we appear “uncaring”, then would not rushing allow us to display, oh I don’t know, some common courtesy?

The question is why do we rush? Or why are we rushing? Why do we dash about rush around and often appear harried for time? Why are schedules overbooked, why is there a need to do overtime almost all the time (even worse- why are we given dirty looks when we leave “on” time? It’s not “early” mind you, it’s simply “on time”)

Is there really a need to be harried and high strung and to push your way through throngs of people; beeping at slow traffic?

I’ve broken it down to a simple thing. Poor time management.
Pure and simple. Ah! I can hear your arguments already, but we, but I, but but but
Example: you know you have a list of 10 things to do in the office, now if you cut out non work related social media; replying to messages on your phones; a chat by the water cooler; a smoke break; a dash to the coffee shop; an overlong lunch. You might be able to.
Alternatively offer a workable deadline (reasonable, and workable).

Yes yes but there’s these people you bump into or you need to make small talk to post whatever it is you’re doing.

Or you can’t get up on time, go ahead, be boring and sleep a little earlier.

Managing your time is within your control (turning off messenger has worked wonders).

Now run along and try the less harassed route and see if you’re a generally “happier” person.

Fly

Man: It’s all getting to be too much for me. I feel I’m out of my depth. I’m scared. I’m scared I’m going to do something stupid.
Dream: And if you do something stupid, what then?

Man: Aren’t you scared of falling?

Dream: It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt.

Man: What are you saying? That I should ought to go back to the show? Not walk out? You’re just a dream. Listen, I’ve made up my mind.

Dream: If you do not climb you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall? Sometimes you wake, and sometimes, yes, you die. But sometimes when you fall, you fly.
-Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, “Fables and Reflections”

Alone

Alone.

I’ve been coming across the word quite a fair bit lately, or maybe paying a little more attention to it. What started it off was a quote from a ‘friend’
“Alone is not a bad way to be, It clears your head & focuses you on the journey. Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others. But be prepared to walk alone in the darkness”

Why be alone though?

1) You get to relax & it’s a nice change of pace

2) You get to be independent & you observe alot more things

3) It allows you to put things in perspective, be it your job, your friends or your loved ones, and set yourself on the appropriate course of action. Think about what you want.

4) You’ll enjoy your time with others more (or you might turn into a social recluse and say please, these people are *killing* me)

5) You do the things YOU want to do (and this is where people have a problem – sleeping your life away, although is what you want to do, is kind of like running away from it all. oh – and yes, figuring out WHAT you do want to do? can be scary)

Aim to be alone, not lonely.
And toss the incorrect equation that alone= lonely

Belief

“If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything”- Sucker Punch

Neil

It was never meant to be anything more than one dinner.

it lasted through years of work trips and meeting with friends and Adventures they thought would forever remain, only in their heads.

A connection through the Rollins band and poetry and an alcoholic trail of self destruction.

They know each other’s pain without ever speaking about it. They hide behind their ever ready smiles.

He’s always liked how he is when he is with her. The person he wants to be. Calm. Happy. But never believing it could be true, always expecting something to snap.

It never has.

They still keep in touch. And miles away are still connected. Somehow.

But that is all it is. A random connection that never, will be.

Jeremy

The smell of patchouli. Set it off.

It has been 15 years. Countless tears. And that cold misty New Jersey night feels like yesterday.

 

Money Money Money

Some say, the best things in life are free. . . and money can’t buy you happiness

Yet many of us (some more than others) are trying desperately to make ends meet, people defaulting payments, can’t sleep thinking about bills and maxed out accounts.

So thank you credit card installment plans; easi- credit; re-financing and the illusion that we must have it all (never mind if you can’t afford it- we have an installment plan *just* for you!)

I decided to (instead of a rant and serious post about money) look for some music. In tribute to?

Money.

Abba sang about how it’s a rich man’s world, what most people dream of, striking it rich and what they would do with it.

Cabaret sings about money making the world go round.

The Flying Lizards say it straight “I want money, that’s what I want”

Donner Summer sings about how us women work Hard for the money

The Beatles sang about how money can’t buy them love

while The Bare Naked Ladies sang about having a million dollars and “buying your love”

Dire Straits sang about money for nothing

Offspring’s why don’t you get a job (sounds like every parent)

in 42nd Street they sang. . . We’re in the money, We’re in the money;  We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get along!  We’re in the money,
The sky is sunny;

It’s not what you have, it’s how you use it that matters.

Love letters

“how do I love thee? Let me count the ways”

A friend of mine has been receiving love letters. As in old fashioned handwritten professions of love, not the food item especially popular during Chinese new year.

Back to the letters, the man, sweet really, (because who writes letters anymore) quotes lines from Shakespere , et cetera et cetera et cetera (and I quote from The King and I)

But I was thinking, probably because I’m jaded and tired, aren’t love letters supposed to be from the hear and from you? Not filled with quotes and sonnets by someone else. Somehow in my head all i could see was “plagiarism!” Reminds me of a literature essay gone bad.

So back to it- “let me count the ways” why don’t you count it? In bad broken rhyme which may not make sense or go in time? It’s all points for effort.

Let yourself go
and be free,
why hide behind quotes
that aren’t from thee?

(CPR suffering from lack of headphones syndrome)

Thursday Morning Coffee

This morning was interesting- there were a few drunk messages from a friend in the UK.
A surprise comment from a friend I haven’t seen in 8 years.
And over my very bad morning coffee before an MCYS meeting I decided so much for my moral high road, I really don’t want to feel like this anymore and calmly typed something along the lines of “I really don’t want to do it this way, and sure I’d liked to have given it a shot but this dating thing really isn’t working for either one of us. So let’s call the whole thing off”

*hit send*

To which I received the response “okay ya I guess it isn’t”

How easy was that? Sure I was all riled up at the lack of emotion. And ya maybe I’m a tiny bit sad it’s come to this. And I wonder if we can still be smoking buddies ever again. But for the most part there’s relief that I’m not waiting for a response of some sort. Or I’m wondering what’s happening. And I’m not thinking of how do I do this anymore.

So kudos to me. Yes I took awhile. But more importantly thank YOU for being there- before, throughout and after :-)

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