Monday, November 10, 2014

There are many things you lose that you can never get back, but it really hurts when you lose someone else's respect (assuming you once had it.) 

It's always seemed for me that the more I want to be a good person, not just around someone special I admire tons, but in life, overall with everyone, the more mistakes I make. I think I'm a jerk more times than not, even though I believe I sincerely don't want to be...

I've been really thinking about it today and trying to find some good advice (other than having my mouth duct-taped) and these tips from a Psychcology Today article are very helpful:


1. Keep quiet for just a minute! If you don't say anything, no one will know what you're thinking. It's amazing what ugliness can emerge from a human mouth unburdened by the slightest cognitive effort. The rewards of battling your inner censor before spewing ill-conceived notions, rumors, and armchair epithets will prove immensely valuable in relationships with others.

2. When in doubt, focus on yourself. This may seem counterintuitive considering how closely related jerkness is to pathological narcissism. Yet when it comes to obsessional focus on others' flaws and imperfections, instead of looking outward like a certain fault-finding judge on American Idol, you might decide to hold up a mirror to yourself and mentally inventory where you miss the mark.

3. Let passive-aggressiveness gently waft out a bathroom window. Here jerkness is nearly silent-but-deadly with obnoxiously audible sighs accompanying a refusal to budge on any issue. As you sit on the sidelines in sadistic satisfaction of others' frustrations that take root from your pointed action (or inaction), you might ask yourself: "Why must I be such a dick?" And without hesitating, be sure to respond with this specific therapeutic retort: "Because I feel impotent." Recognition of this basic truth can become the first step in giving up infantile obstinacy and acting like a secure adult.

4. Grow a pair (of perspectives). In other words, take a telescopic view of your situation. When errant soccer balls fly through your yard, is the cost in blood pressure and heart attack risk really worth the righteous anger? They're kids for goodness sake! Maybe now might be high time to extract yourself from a default position as "selfish grump" and expand your view of the situation. Perhaps you might then recognize your good fortune that the nuisance next door represents developmentally appropriate play rather than blasts of gunfire from drive-by shootings. Kids need to play outside. They are the future. Let them be.

5. Be real. No one likes a faker. Especially a bad faker. If your jerkness far outweighs a natural inclination for acting sweetly, you won't fool anybody with that sham smile. Admit you're a jerk already and move on to point number six.

6. Ask for help. Yes, this point is pathetically clichéd, but that's what happens to useful concepts over time! While essential that the jerk in question come to greater levels of understanding of himself by himself, there's nothing like a few frank words from a trusted friend to pierce self-deception like a fork into the vinyl flesh of an inflatable doll. Ask your level-headed buddy how he or she would _________ [handle it, take care of it, respond to it, phrase it, ... ] and then try out the most realistic suggestions on for size.

7. Conjure your role models. By this I mean to summon the image, mentally, of those whose words or actions you may be unintentionally adopting as your own. Perhaps after a quick examination you find you sound just like your "ditto head" cousin who parrots any hateful pabulum he hears on the radio. Like so called "day residue" appearing in dreams, you may find that personal experiences-stretching from an unwashed childhood to yesterday's heinous staff meeting--leave behind lees as from a cup of loose tea. Today, instead of brewing bitterness, you might choose instead to pro-actively wash your kettle-in other words, center yourself and refresh your mind with the possibility of a new day and a fresh, open attitude.

8. Figure out what makes you feel good. It doesn't take a Joseph Campbell, a clinical psychologist, or a screening of the film Shortbus to realize that you hold the key to your own bliss. Frustration, disappointment and dissatisfaction are but morsels of food specifically formulated to cultivate jerkness. Turn this on its head by paying closer attention to what ideas, activities, and successes-including minor ones--engender good feelings in yourself. When you walk around with a glow, the jerk inside will wither and die like a blood-starved vampire at midday.

9. Have a little humility. Even when you score in some way-at work, at school, at home, at the club-others will appreciate your enthusiasm more when it is paired with some measure of class. Even winners can be jerks and especially so when they use a particular success to blanket over other shortcomings. What you just accomplished may be great (e.g. winning a local spelling bee for adults) but begins to lose its charm over others when you sling what amounts to the hurtful letters of schadenfreude in all directions.

10. Share something! Finally, I would entreat you to give something to someone (something other than genital warts or a splitting headache). You can quickly reverse an acute bout of jerkdom by earnestly giving a treat, a thoughtful word, or a moment of your time to someone you know would be receptive to such a gift from you. Heartfelt action when practiced regularly has a way of crowding out opportunities for jerk-behavior. And should the time come that a stray comment comes out of your mouth-something only a real jerk would utter-you may be more easily forgiven for a momentary lapse of good sense because of how anomalous such behavior has become.

Another thing I wish I did more is speak up when someone else is being maligned. In the past, fear that  As much as I think I need to shut my mouth, there are definitely times when a person should not remain silent. This, from Inc. magazine, is good whether it's related to gossip or other serious issues:
  
Silence is deemed approval. You may think that staying silent keeps you from being involved in any conflict, but quite the opposite. Silence is as much an active form of communication as talking. Anytime you are involved in a situation, people are aware of all the input and lack of it. If you disapprove and don't say anything it will not make you seem easy going. If the problem persists and you did nothing people may consider it as enabling and think the issue is as much your fault as the person who actually caused the problem. You may destroy trust and create resentment. People rarely thank you for withholding information down the line.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

What a great, inspiring song, one that's really useful at this moment in my life...nice beats, nice message:) :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2eFF-AIvo8


"Point of View" by DB Boulevard

The lyrics go like this:


I don't have a cent
Will I pay my rent?
And even my car doesn't work
Me and my man?
He's the one to die for...
We have split up
Can't you see life's easy
If you consider things
From another point of view
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah
In another way
From another point of view
Ye ye ye eheh
Oh oh yeah
In another way from
Another point of view
I see life and light
All the colors of the world
So beautiful
Won't you come with me?
I see birds and trees
All the flowers of the world so beautiful
Won't you come with me

Songwriters
MATHEOS, JIM
Published by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

DB Boulevard is a pop and dance music group formed in Italy. Members include vocalist Moony (Monica Bragato), along with producers Diego Broggio, Alfred Azzetto and Roxy (Rossano Palù).--information via You Tube page


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Song on the mind today...


One of the prettiest and saddest of the Bee Gees' songs, "Wish You Were Here" was written by the Brothers Gibb for their late brother Andy. I remember being so upset when Andy died in 1988, having loved his music when I was a child, playing my "I Just Want To Be Your Everything" 45 over and over on my little red record player...and then, later, the entire Shadow Dancing album.

Rumors at the time were that Andy had never gotten over his break-up with actress Victoria Principal and that he died of a broken heart (which fueled his drug addiction.) I always thought he seemed like such a gentle soul, too gentle for this world. Like another favorite singer of mine, Karen Carpenter, he died way too young. 

Tuesday, November 4, 2014


Honest to goodness...if you had told me last week this was the book I'd skip tv for to read, I'd probably have laughed. It's not that I don't find the topic interesting (Victorian times fascinate me, actually) but this biography is over 600 pages and focuses more on Victoria herself than on the mores of her time.
 
It's thanks to the Wall Street Journal "Review" section that I discovered this. Their book section is often just as good as the New York Times, if not sometimes better.
 
 Just a snippet from the review, then you can read more (if you like) through the link that follows.
 
Mr. Wilson takes on the long journey of the queen’s life with an assured, affectionate portrait written in accessible prose. His Victoria is a vivid personality, kindly, combative and impetuous by turns, deeply conscious of the dignity of her office and, for all her faults, “loveable.” He is particularly good on the queen’s childhood and German background, though the wealth of information on her extended European family may weary all but the most avid monarchists, for most of her relatives had little claim to fame apart from their titles. More absorbing is Mr. Wilson’s recording of Victoria’s relations with her ministers, from Lord Melbourne to Lord Salisbury, who advised, cajoled and sheltered a monarch who was not content to sit back and nod in compliance with the government’s wishes.
 
There are times when non-fiction suits better than fiction, where fact feels more safe and reliable and fiction is just as fluffy as a good dream from which you're rudely awakened and just to have return to reality, anyway.
 
You can read more of the review here:
 
 
 It's true the book is hefty, but the style is nice and the print is actually large enough to see without needing to request a Large Print copy.




Sunday, November 2, 2014


Sometimes I turn my dreams into short stories. This was a dream I wrote about as soon as I woke one morning back when I used to have good dreams...or at least hopeful ones. I don't personally believe in reincarnation, but I do like the thought of eternal love and a small and silly romantic part of me likes to think there are mystical reasons for why we sometimes feel we've met someone before even though it's our first time to meet them. I've been keeping a dream journal for over seven years now and it not only helps me with dream recall, it helps me try and work through the bad and recurring ones.



Happily Ever After May Take Some Time
A short story


 

Once upon a time two princesses fell in love, during a time when things of this nature were not just frowned upon, but punishable by death.

Caught in the woods one day, holding hands and exchanging vows of the sort no one but the two of them could ever truly understand or value, the girls listened in fear as their fathers each made a vow of his own: they would be forever separated and kept in towers divided by kingdoms until both recanted and agreed to marry princes of their parents’ choosing.

The slightly older of the two girls, deeply protective and torn up with guilt, could not bear to see her beloved taken away only to be banished until a worst punishment was pronounced. She cried out that it was all her doing, that she had forced the younger one to play along with her, that it was all one-sided and pure evil on her part.

No one, even those who most hated and believed them to be sinners of the most unnatural kind, could deny that the two shared a real love usually reserved for that between men and women. Still, no amount of protesting would change the king’s mind.

That night, in the tower, the older girl begged for someone to help.

Soon, a fairy godmother, not her very own but one used by all in both kingdoms, appeared.



The older princess asked for her beloved to be spared, adding that she would take on both of their punishments if only the younger girl could be saved.

Agreeing reluctantly, the fairy godmother warned that the older girl would indeed suffer, suffer very much indeed, that that was the price of their true love.

Tears streaming down her face, the older girl nodded eagerly, saying, “Anything, anything, that will keep her from facing the worst.”

The fairy godmother’s face took on an expression of peace and compassion. “Very well, then. Your beloved, in order not to suffer, must have her memory completely wiped of you and your time together, of your love together. She will not fall in love with the prince she is to marry, but neither will she suffer from comparing him to the love of her life. She will be neither happy nor sad, just accepting.”

The older girl had hoped for more for the princess she loved so very much, but acceptance (she supposed) was better than unhappiness. She nodded, less eagerly this time, but just as determined.

“And what must I do on my part?” She asked quietly.

“You, unfortunately, my child, will remember everything, how much you love her, how much she loved you, how your treasured times in each other’s company meant the world to both of you. You will marry a prince and be miserable, but you will at least know you spared the suffering and death of your most beloved.”

The older princess continued to silently cry, then, when she could speak again, thanked the fairy godmother, who smiled maternally and turned to go.

Halfway across the room, she suddenly swiveled and faced the older girl once more. “There is one more part to your end of the deal, my child.”

“Yes?” The single word came out strangled and already worn and weary, as if a million years without her true love had already gone by.

“You two will meet again someday, in a far away place and time that is more accepting of your love. Unfortunately, you will have some sense of memory and love for her, a vague recollection of her wonderful soul, but, of course, you will not recognize her future human incarnation. She, however, will not remember one single second of your time nor of you and your unreturned feelings for her will torment you unless you can prove yourself once again worthy of her love.”

The older princess brushed the backs of her hands against her eyes, looking like a little child. “I do not understand.”

For the first time since she’d arrived, the fairy godmother grew peeved. “What is not to understand?”

“Well,” the older princess hesitated, as if worrying she might appear ungrateful after all her rescuer had promised. “It hardly seems fair to have to start over again after we will have already gone through so much in this lifetime.”

Now, the fairy godmother just plain snorted, amazed at both the naivete and gall of the girl. She was not so mad or unkind, though, that she couldn’t sense where the princess was coming from. “Do you love her?”

“Very much so, fairy godmother.”

“Well, then, my child, you know what they say…all is fair in love and war. You will get your day again and if all goes well and love perserves, your true love perseveres, then you will finally get the happiness you two richly deserve. But remember: nothing good comes easily.”

The older princess bowed and thanked the fairy godmother for all her help and long after she had gone thought and thought and wondered about it all. Her heart and her head hurt so much, but sleep was not an option, even if she could have found slumber.

So she thought some more and remembered the early days of their friendship and how hard, how very hard, they had tried to fight their growing romantic feelings…to no avail. And she realized that as long as her princess was okay, as long there was even the slimmest, tiniest, remotest, possibility of someday being together again, she would go through anything…tower imprisonment, parental disproval, even marriage (lasting God knows how many years) to a man she did not love.

Because, somehow, somewhere, somewhen, she knew their day would come.