The mess is finally cleaned up!
Friday, May 29, 2015
Wisdom
"When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you got two new people. Maybe that means — hell, it's complicated."
-J. Steinbeck
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
21 Reasons I’m Tired Of Hearing About Introverts
Oh, God....this is too spot-on!
By: Chelsea Fagan
1. We get it, you are a big part of society.
2. You enjoy making web comics and articles and cheeky image macros about the actual, textbook definition of introversion. (You’re not all shy! You draw your energy from being alone, like a battery recharging!)
3. Often the discourse on “introversion” tiptoes around “we’re not like other people, we sip tea and read quietly in the corner and speak about relationships in elaborate metaphor.”
4. Don’t deny it, you guys absolutely do that shit.
5. It makes it sound like people who are “extroverted” are these soulless, scrap metal-chewing machines who will cease to exist unless we are doing body shots at a party and inviting people to come over so that we don’t have to hear the sound of our own thoughts.
6. It’s like we’re sharks — if we don’t stop moving, we’ll die.
7. But I digress.
8. Extroverts are not like that. Extroverts, like most normal human beings, are just looking to form human connections and draw energy from the world around them. We happen to do this through social communication, but a lot of us are more than capable of being alone for extended periods of time.
9. Yes, some of us even read John Green books by our windowsill whilst sipping English Breakfast tea and thinking about the things we’re going to reblog to our Tumblrs later that afternoon.
10. Introversion has become a “thing” on the internet, an identity that people go out of their way to take pride in and make condescending Power Point presentations about, because we all need to be told why it’s hard for you to make conversation at parties.
11. Plot twist: It’s hard for everyone to make small talk at parties. Small talk blows, and having to pretend to care about your friend’s friend’s brother’s new apartment is enough to drain anyone’s Social Activity Batteries.
12. There are difficult things about being an extrovert, like people assuming you’re constantly hitting on them, or that you can’t stand to be by yourself, or that you’re vapid.
13. But it’s not oppressive.
14. And neither is being an introvert, but often we use the struggles introverts face as a good excuse for them to be outright unkind to, or inconsiderate of, other people. (And don’t you deny that shit, either, you know you guys are constantly talking about why you shouldn’t have to be expected to call people back or show up to things.)
15. And frankly, if it’s an aspect of your personality that you hold onto that firmly, I highly recommend investing in actual personality traits, such as “sense of humor” or “good listener,” or even just “makes a pretty good frittata.”
16. We have all heard and read and seen so much about introversion over the past year or so that I think we’ve all become finally numb to it, and have expanded our definition of it so much that anyone who is not at this very moment performing a cabaret show is considered introverted.
17. In truth, most of us fall somewhere in the middle of that spectrum, and have days where we err to one side or the other. I’m as extroverted as you can get, but I have entire weeks where I just want to stay at home and watch Netflix and cry while thinking about the raindrops (they are the clouds’ babies!!!).
18. But this doesn’t fit so nicely into a comic about personality types.
19. The point is that we should all be happy being multi-faceted, and exploring the possibilities of our social lives. We should spend time taking care of ourselves, and taking care of the people we love (or the people we haven’t even met yet).
20. And even if you are a #RideOrDieIntrovert, calm down. We get it. You aren’t good at introducing yourself to new groups of people, and you really like being under blankets.
21. So did my dog, though, and if she could talk, she would say that you’re being pretentious assholes.
By: Chelsea Fagan
1. We get it, you are a big part of society.
2. You enjoy making web comics and articles and cheeky image macros about the actual, textbook definition of introversion. (You’re not all shy! You draw your energy from being alone, like a battery recharging!)
3. Often the discourse on “introversion” tiptoes around “we’re not like other people, we sip tea and read quietly in the corner and speak about relationships in elaborate metaphor.”
4. Don’t deny it, you guys absolutely do that shit.
5. It makes it sound like people who are “extroverted” are these soulless, scrap metal-chewing machines who will cease to exist unless we are doing body shots at a party and inviting people to come over so that we don’t have to hear the sound of our own thoughts.
6. It’s like we’re sharks — if we don’t stop moving, we’ll die.
7. But I digress.
8. Extroverts are not like that. Extroverts, like most normal human beings, are just looking to form human connections and draw energy from the world around them. We happen to do this through social communication, but a lot of us are more than capable of being alone for extended periods of time.
9. Yes, some of us even read John Green books by our windowsill whilst sipping English Breakfast tea and thinking about the things we’re going to reblog to our Tumblrs later that afternoon.
10. Introversion has become a “thing” on the internet, an identity that people go out of their way to take pride in and make condescending Power Point presentations about, because we all need to be told why it’s hard for you to make conversation at parties.
11. Plot twist: It’s hard for everyone to make small talk at parties. Small talk blows, and having to pretend to care about your friend’s friend’s brother’s new apartment is enough to drain anyone’s Social Activity Batteries.
12. There are difficult things about being an extrovert, like people assuming you’re constantly hitting on them, or that you can’t stand to be by yourself, or that you’re vapid.
13. But it’s not oppressive.
14. And neither is being an introvert, but often we use the struggles introverts face as a good excuse for them to be outright unkind to, or inconsiderate of, other people. (And don’t you deny that shit, either, you know you guys are constantly talking about why you shouldn’t have to be expected to call people back or show up to things.)
15. And frankly, if it’s an aspect of your personality that you hold onto that firmly, I highly recommend investing in actual personality traits, such as “sense of humor” or “good listener,” or even just “makes a pretty good frittata.”
16. We have all heard and read and seen so much about introversion over the past year or so that I think we’ve all become finally numb to it, and have expanded our definition of it so much that anyone who is not at this very moment performing a cabaret show is considered introverted.
17. In truth, most of us fall somewhere in the middle of that spectrum, and have days where we err to one side or the other. I’m as extroverted as you can get, but I have entire weeks where I just want to stay at home and watch Netflix and cry while thinking about the raindrops (they are the clouds’ babies!!!).
18. But this doesn’t fit so nicely into a comic about personality types.
19. The point is that we should all be happy being multi-faceted, and exploring the possibilities of our social lives. We should spend time taking care of ourselves, and taking care of the people we love (or the people we haven’t even met yet).
20. And even if you are a #RideOrDieIntrovert, calm down. We get it. You aren’t good at introducing yourself to new groups of people, and you really like being under blankets.
21. So did my dog, though, and if she could talk, she would say that you’re being pretentious assholes.
Friday, May 22, 2015
...more Steinbeck
"How I would love to take a holiday just with you. It’s been forever.”
“We’re short on unattached elderly female relatives. Put your mind to it. If only we could can them or salt or pickle them for a little while. Mary, madonna, put your mind to it. I ache to be alone with you in a strange place. We could walk the dunes and swim naked at night and I would tousle you in a fern bed.”
“Darling, I know, darling. I know it’s been hard on you . Don’t think I don’t know.”
“Well, hold me close. Let’s think of some way.”
Awakening to Mary
"I turned my head to Mary, sleeping and smiling on my right. That is her place so that, when it is good and right and ready, she can shelter her head on my right arm, leaving my left hand free for caressing.
A few days before, I snicked my forefinger with the curved banana knife at the store, and a callusy scab toughened the ball of my fingertip. And so I stroked the lovely line from ear to shoulder with my second finger but gently enough not to startle and firmly enough not to tickle. She sighed as she always does, a deep, gathered breath and a low release of luxury. Some people resent awakening, but not Mary. She comes to a day with expectancy that it will be good. And, knowing this, I try to offer some small gift to justify her conviction. And I try to hold back gifts for occasions, such as the one I now produced from my mind’s purse."
A few days before, I snicked my forefinger with the curved banana knife at the store, and a callusy scab toughened the ball of my fingertip. And so I stroked the lovely line from ear to shoulder with my second finger but gently enough not to startle and firmly enough not to tickle. She sighed as she always does, a deep, gathered breath and a low release of luxury. Some people resent awakening, but not Mary. She comes to a day with expectancy that it will be good. And, knowing this, I try to offer some small gift to justify her conviction. And I try to hold back gifts for occasions, such as the one I now produced from my mind’s purse."
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Found on a writing forum. So well-written!!
I am not simple or easy to understand. I cannot give you straight answers to your questions about me because I do not know the answers. I am complex, philosophical, dualistic in my thinking. I do not like to be labeled, boxed up, frozen in time. I need movement, freedom to explore, to be curious and to change my mind. Countless times.
My mind and my heart are two separate entities. Like brother and sister—they tease each other, fight each other, confide in one another and look out for one another. Most of the time, they confuse the hell out of each other. My mind is strong, logical, able to see every situation from every perspective.
My heart is weak, irrational, blind-sided often. But it is my heart that I trust the most. Even when it leads me down paths of heart-ache and destruction. I value the path of my heart. For my heart is connected to my soul. And my soul must travel a winding path of ups and downs.
Yes, I can be easy-going, playful, fun to be around. I find happiness in the warmth of the sun, the energy of the moon, and the interaction between the two. I love the feeling of being with people I love and trust. I love being outdoors, in nature, in the wild. I love waking up with you in my bed, with your arms wrapped around me, your fingers interlocked with mine. This is why you think you’re interested.
I love, deeply. With all my heart. You see, there are places in my heart that are taken up by past lovers and places. There are spaces in my heart that are filled with the notion of future lovers and future places. There are parts of my heart that are filled with my growing love for myself. My love for the moon. My love for emotions and uncertainty. There is very little room in my heart for you.
And yet here you are. You intrigue me. I find myself wanting to get to know you better, wanting to find new places in my heart for you. As others have, maybe you will find a temporary place in my heart. Like a vacation, to the sunny beaches of Hawaii. Where the air is moist, and the waves crash along the beach.
You will find joy and happiness here, and then you will leave. Not because you want to, but because my heart no longer wants your physical body there. It will only want the lingering and bittersweet memory of you. Enough for me to hold on to you forever, but not enough for you to stay. This is what has happened many times before.
But maybe, my heart will not want you to leave. Maybe my heart has a place for you to call home. A place where we can learn and grow, together. Fall in love with places, together. Watch the moon, together.
So, I send you this as a warning, and as an invitation, to get to know me better. For you to know that I feel a connection to those who have come before you, and to those who will hypothetically come after. Because my heart has a huge capacity to love and my mind has the tendency to dream. But this is who I am, today, in this moment. For how long, I do not know. So for now, I say goodnight to you, goodnight to my sleepless mind, goodnight to my weary heart, and most of all, goodnight to the moon.
I am not simple or easy to understand. I cannot give you straight answers to your questions about me because I do not know the answers. I am complex, philosophical, dualistic in my thinking. I do not like to be labeled, boxed up, frozen in time. I need movement, freedom to explore, to be curious and to change my mind. Countless times.
My mind and my heart are two separate entities. Like brother and sister—they tease each other, fight each other, confide in one another and look out for one another. Most of the time, they confuse the hell out of each other. My mind is strong, logical, able to see every situation from every perspective.
My heart is weak, irrational, blind-sided often. But it is my heart that I trust the most. Even when it leads me down paths of heart-ache and destruction. I value the path of my heart. For my heart is connected to my soul. And my soul must travel a winding path of ups and downs.
Yes, I can be easy-going, playful, fun to be around. I find happiness in the warmth of the sun, the energy of the moon, and the interaction between the two. I love the feeling of being with people I love and trust. I love being outdoors, in nature, in the wild. I love waking up with you in my bed, with your arms wrapped around me, your fingers interlocked with mine. This is why you think you’re interested.
I love, deeply. With all my heart. You see, there are places in my heart that are taken up by past lovers and places. There are spaces in my heart that are filled with the notion of future lovers and future places. There are parts of my heart that are filled with my growing love for myself. My love for the moon. My love for emotions and uncertainty. There is very little room in my heart for you.
And yet here you are. You intrigue me. I find myself wanting to get to know you better, wanting to find new places in my heart for you. As others have, maybe you will find a temporary place in my heart. Like a vacation, to the sunny beaches of Hawaii. Where the air is moist, and the waves crash along the beach.
You will find joy and happiness here, and then you will leave. Not because you want to, but because my heart no longer wants your physical body there. It will only want the lingering and bittersweet memory of you. Enough for me to hold on to you forever, but not enough for you to stay. This is what has happened many times before.
But maybe, my heart will not want you to leave. Maybe my heart has a place for you to call home. A place where we can learn and grow, together. Fall in love with places, together. Watch the moon, together.
So, I send you this as a warning, and as an invitation, to get to know me better. For you to know that I feel a connection to those who have come before you, and to those who will hypothetically come after. Because my heart has a huge capacity to love and my mind has the tendency to dream. But this is who I am, today, in this moment. For how long, I do not know. So for now, I say goodnight to you, goodnight to my sleepless mind, goodnight to my weary heart, and most of all, goodnight to the moon.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
She was laughing her lovely trill, something that raises goose lumps of pleasure on my soul.
“Hurry home, darling,” she said. “Hurry home.”
And how’s that for a man to have! When I hung up, I stood by the phone all weak and leaky and happy if there is such a condition. I tried to think how it had been before Mary, and I couldn't remember, or how it would be without her, and I could not imagine it except that it would be a condition bordered in black. I guess everyone at some time or other writes his epitaph.
“Hurry home, darling,” she said. “Hurry home.”
And how’s that for a man to have! When I hung up, I stood by the phone all weak and leaky and happy if there is such a condition. I tried to think how it had been before Mary, and I couldn't remember, or how it would be without her, and I could not imagine it except that it would be a condition bordered in black. I guess everyone at some time or other writes his epitaph.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
“Margie had known many men, most of them guilty, wounded in their vanity, or despairing, so that she had developed a contempt for her quarry as a professional hunter of vermin does. It was easy to move such men through their fears and their vanities. They ached so to be fooled that she no longer felt triumph--only a kind of disgusted pity.”
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
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