We all need to feel validated once in a while, to be made to feel like we actually do matter, that our existence does not go unnoticed, that if we were to go missing tomorrow, somebody would actually realize it. We crack a joke, we look around to see if anyone is laughing. We pass a snide comment, we check if other's have a reaction.
I know I do. Part of the reason I blog is validation, for me to put my thoughts out there, so others can read it. And in their agreeing with what I say, or even having a differing view, any kind of reaction, makes me feel more worthy of their attention.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Boo's
We've all gotten drunk and done stupid things some time or the other. If you haven't, your task for the day is, go out, get drunk, do something stupid.
We know we would like to blame the alcohol for our actions that follow. But we also know, deep in our hearts, that we only do things that we always wanted to do, just didn't have the guts to do when we were sober, whatever the reason behind it might be. We don't hide things anymore, that is why it's so easy to get secrets out of people when they're drunk. The baser instincts come to the surface, and our moral center goes right out the window.
I know my main reason for drinking is to behave in a certain way, and then to be able to blame it on alcohol. To have a free pass for a certain time when I cannot he held accountable or responsible for what I do or say. Of course, then you wake up the next day feeling like crap and remember, "Oh shit! Why did I have to do that now!" As Ernest Hemingway put it, always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
A dying man does not lie. The funny thing is, neither does a drunk one.
We know we would like to blame the alcohol for our actions that follow. But we also know, deep in our hearts, that we only do things that we always wanted to do, just didn't have the guts to do when we were sober, whatever the reason behind it might be. We don't hide things anymore, that is why it's so easy to get secrets out of people when they're drunk. The baser instincts come to the surface, and our moral center goes right out the window.
I know my main reason for drinking is to behave in a certain way, and then to be able to blame it on alcohol. To have a free pass for a certain time when I cannot he held accountable or responsible for what I do or say. Of course, then you wake up the next day feeling like crap and remember, "Oh shit! Why did I have to do that now!" As Ernest Hemingway put it, always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
A dying man does not lie. The funny thing is, neither does a drunk one.
Zimbabwe's forgotten children, struggling to survive
Here I sit in my room, with everything I need within an arm's distance. My biggest worry at the moment is whether I will be able to get over my laziness and finish researching for my ISM before I meet the prof in another 5 hours. And then I chance upon this.
Do you ever feel shallow? When you're drowning yourself in self-pity, do you ever stop to think about how pathetic your problems are? Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you had no food, no place to stay, no parents, or maybe even sick parents and siblings whom you have to take care of and provide for? I know I don't. I wail and whine about how broke I am, but that doesn't stop from planning overseas vacations, or spending $40 on a meal. That 40 dollars which could very well support an entire family for a week in many parts of the world. Do you ever feel shallow?
Whenever any overseas volunteer trips are organised, I always convince myself that they are too expensive, and yet I found the money to go on exchange. And I want to spend a lot more on traveling, do a Europe and Australia and South America trip someday maybe. Why? So I can get more cultured? More learned in the ways of the world? How much will I really learn if I only look at the beauty of the world and ignore its ugliness. For believe me, there is a lot of ugliness out there. A LOT of poverty, misery, hunger, child labour.
If you feel you had a hard childhood, ask yourself, did you have to support your family by digging bones and selling them?
If you feel you had hard teens, ask yourself, did you wish someone close who was dying of AIDS would die faster, so you would be able to live just a little bit better?
Do you ever feel shallow? When you're drowning yourself in self-pity, do you ever stop to think about how pathetic your problems are? Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you had no food, no place to stay, no parents, or maybe even sick parents and siblings whom you have to take care of and provide for? I know I don't. I wail and whine about how broke I am, but that doesn't stop from planning overseas vacations, or spending $40 on a meal. That 40 dollars which could very well support an entire family for a week in many parts of the world. Do you ever feel shallow?
Whenever any overseas volunteer trips are organised, I always convince myself that they are too expensive, and yet I found the money to go on exchange. And I want to spend a lot more on traveling, do a Europe and Australia and South America trip someday maybe. Why? So I can get more cultured? More learned in the ways of the world? How much will I really learn if I only look at the beauty of the world and ignore its ugliness. For believe me, there is a lot of ugliness out there. A LOT of poverty, misery, hunger, child labour.
If you feel you had a hard childhood, ask yourself, did you have to support your family by digging bones and selling them?
If you feel you had hard teens, ask yourself, did you wish someone close who was dying of AIDS would die faster, so you would be able to live just a little bit better?
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
We don't stop loving someone, we simply learn to live without them.
The older you get, the more you realise that certain people should be around you for life, while others should just make an appearance.
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and those who come in and say, "Ah, there you are".
She even had a kind of special position among men: she was an exception, she fitted none of the categories they commonly used when talking about girls; she wasn't a cock-teaser, a cold fish, an easy lay or a sneaky bitch; she was an honorary person. She had grown to share their contempt for most women.
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and those who come in and say, "Ah, there you are".
She even had a kind of special position among men: she was an exception, she fitted none of the categories they commonly used when talking about girls; she wasn't a cock-teaser, a cold fish, an easy lay or a sneaky bitch; she was an honorary person. She had grown to share their contempt for most women.
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