Category: Just because

Open

Open your eyes young one, you’ll see the truth.

Open your eyes, old one, you’ll see the truth.

Open your eyes, you’ll discover much.

Open your eyes, just open your eyes.

The Keep Pile

It’s easy to become attached to items; yet, when people watch television shows that highlight hoarders, they are amused by an individual’s resistance to getting rid of items.

My parents have an outdoor swing and I’ve spent many hours on it. I’ve watched the comings and goings in their neighborhood. I’ve had countless conversations in the swing. I’ve even had some life-changing moments in that same swing.

To some people it’s just a wooden swing; however, in my eyes it’s a place where many memories were made and important events occurred.

Thinking about that swing, makes me think about other items that have held significant value to me through the years.

There’s Mr. Eric the Bear that I’ve had since I was a toddler. According to my mother, the bear was gifted to me by my uncle when I was recovering from having my tonsils removed. Mr. Eric – I wonder where I came up with such name? He was an eggshell colored teddy bear with a brown bow tie. After decades had passed I donated him to a nearby women’s shelter.

Then there was my handheld electronic UNO game and my VTech computer. These were both gifts from my parents during the early stages of my gadget loving days! The UNO game is no longer working; but it’s still in my writer’s desk. Unfortunately during those days when I actively enjoyed this game…I also enjoyed nail polish! Yeah, there’s evidence of my nail polish enjoyment on the game, all these years later. I donated the still working VTech computer at the same time I donated Mr. Eric the Bear.

There’s many other items that held value to me – like my first Haiku poem in elementary or my Girl Scouts sweater for being the local top cookie seller – so when I watch people have a hard time parting with things, I remind myself that I’ve placed several items in the keep pile.

My grandfather

My paternal grandfather died in 2010 while I was in pursuit of my first post-baccalaureate degree. He had throat cancer, but ultimately died in his sleep during work travels.

He was a roofer by trade and he was a hard worker. Even during the years he struggled with alcohol addiction, he worked faithfully. Today, experts would suggest that he was a functioning alcoholic – but I am not sure the title fits.

Of course, he worked tirelessly and he maintained his household; but there’s more to functioning than being able to work.

He was born in a completely different time than I was and his family’s composition was one that I can never fully understand.

In my early and middle childhood days I was afraid of my grandfather. He was definitely harmless, but he was loud. He would come into my grandmother’s house loudly making his presence known.

You see my mother was a quiet woman who rarely raised her voice so the most noise in our house was us children playing or occasionally the television or radio. I was unsure of how to what it meant when someone was loud.

In my wee mind people were only loud if there was danger near. So when my grandfather would speak loudly I thought something was wrong and I would cry.

For quite awhile he thought that I was simply crying because he was in the building! My grandmother and mother explained that I was just frightened by his loudness.

He was always crazy about me. I was his first grandchild by his favorite child. Seriously, everyone would agree that my dad was my grandfather’s favorite child.

Fast forward to my teenage years, my grandfather and I grew very close. I was no longer afraid of him and I realized he was only loud when he was announcing his entrance into my grandma’s house.

He and my grandmother were separated but still married. He still financially supported my grandmother; however, for some reason unbeknownst to me they were separated throughout my entire life.

Once I was a teenager I would go to my grandfather’s house and sit with him. I loved those times, some times we would talk but most of the time we would just sit in silence.

My grandfather is no longer around but even to this day I love just sitting in silence.

When I moved for college I talked to my grandfather at least once a week. Neither of us were really good phone conversationalist but with the distance between us we learned how to converse on the phone.

He would tell me about his travels for work and about the men he worked with. I would tell him what I was doing in school and how I thought college was stupid.

He would generally end the conversation by encouraging me to stay in school. He told me my schooling would pay off eventually.

You see he didn’t have much formal education and neither did the majority of his siblings. Education was something some of them aspired to but it seemed out of reach.

My grandfather did get to see me graduate high school and college. He was very proud of me. My pictures were all over his house and he talked about me to any who would listen.

He wasn’t a perfect man, no one is. And he had some issues, everyone does. But he taught me a lot about work ethic and character.

I’m glad I was able to let him know that I love him while he was still living. I’m ultra glad that I got to know him as a person and not just as my loud grandfather who doesn’t live with my grandma but seems to pay all the bills!

I think he would be proud of me today. As I prepare to use my education to educate others. He would likely remind me of how he would tell me that schooling is good for me and it will pay off.

Emotional Reaction

I hate you – at least that’s how I feel in this moment.

Hate is too strong of a word. One might say, but in the moment hate is the best descriptor I possess.

When I say I love you, no one tells me that love is too strong of a word.

Hate. Love. These words are often thought to be opposites. Some even suggest that there’s a thin line between them or perhaps they are on a spectrum…easily blurred.

If I tell you I hate you right now, will you even hear the words “right now”? Or will you only hear “I hate you”?

Does it even matter if you hear the entire statement?

Does the context matter? If I said it while I was upset or in the heat of the moment, does that change how you receive my statement?

I hate you right now, but I’m not sure what that really means.

I’m not feeling very lovingly toward you so does that translate to hate?

I won’t hate you during the next moment; but in this moment I do. Does that change how you receive my statement?

I hate you right now; but, perhaps I’ll love you later.

Does that matter since I hate you right now?

Living with ME

ME…I’m not referring to myalgic encephalomyelitis which is also known as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

I cannot begin to fathom what it’s like to live with that disease; however, I know all about life with myself.

Perhaps it’s just me, but I get on my nerves. Seriously, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t irk my nerves at least once.

If you’ve read any of my prior post, you know that I have an unquestionable love for myself although I struggle to describe who I am. So this diatribe about getting on my nerves is not a cry for help or some of the other things that you read about in online communities.

No, it’s simply a fact that I get on my own nerves. To put it another way, my behaviors and attitudes annoy me at least once a day.

Case in point – it annoys me that I even have the nerve to write this blog post. It’s even more annoying that I actually believe at least one other person will read it and another person will relate to it!

I told you, life with me is annoying.

On one of those shows that people watch because “that’s what intelligent people do”…you know the shows I am referring to? The ones that enlighten and educate you…keep that visualization in mind! Now laugh, while I make my point (see life with me is annoying!)

Ok so this particularly enlightening show suggested that in general, people prefer individuals who will just come out and say that they are great. So I bring this up because something else that annoys me is that I often tell people how I’m great!

Seriously, I say and/or write that I’m great in the same fashion that someone says, Today is {insert day of the week here}…trust me, it’s one of my most annoying habits! It should go without saying but I honestly believe that it’s a privilege for anyone to know me. Don’t take this personal, but it wouldn’t be far from the truth if you thought that I am one of those people who believes that you are blessed to read my posts!

I’m not narcissistic; however, my confidence about my talent and gifts (especially in spheres that matter very little in the grand scheme of things) is quite stable. Plus, it’s humorous to see how uncomfortable loving myself makes others.

We are often told to love ourselves and to think highly of ourselves, but when I express just how highly I think of myself – I am side-eyed!

Life with me is interesting to say the least.

I’m a great person and most people would describe me as a kind, intelligent, charitable introvert who is a bit weird. Very few would know just how much my quirks get on my nerves!

This post is really just comic relief! Its important that we laugh at our quirks some times.

I’m embracing every part of myself and Iā€™m loving it!

Interesting phenomena

What’s the fascination with comparing EVERYTHING to Porn and Sex?

I fail to understand why this is the case.

Think about it, it’s quite common (at least in the United States) to hear the following:

Food Porn

Better than sex makeup, cake and cocktails

Inspiration Porn

Word Porn

Why is it that in order to describe something that is stimulating, gratifying; porn or sex has to be attached to the title?

I’m not even going to get into the research surrounding porn or the various opinions concerning the industry because that’s not the point…

But I am simply asking what’s the deal with attaching the words porn and sex to so many unrelated things!

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My Peace is Threatened

If I could simply be frustrated with the job search, I’d be much more comforted. Even job searches come to an end!

I cannot pinpoint what’s off in my world because nothing is truly wrong; however, so much has changed.

I spent the majority of my life thus far in pursuit of a dream; once I realized that dream…the dream qualities were missing!

How is it that I’m immensely proud of my personal and professional accomplishments; yet, I feel like there’s another story underlying everything which contains the key to what’s right and wrong in my life right now?

I’ve always been that person who ignored my feelings in the name of sanity. I learned early on that the exploration of feelings and emotions spell danger.

I know this is a far out there idea for many of you, but I’ll take this time to remind you that feelings and emotions rarely make sense on paper!

I’m an adult and there are steps I have to take to feel that way internally. I’ve financially supported myself for years so that’s no issue…granted employment would make this part of life much easier!!!

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