Archive | November, 2011

Things i dont get…

24 Nov

 

 

 

I’m attending a congress somewhere                                                                                                                                                                           in Mpumalanga between Nelspruit and Witrivier…                                                                                                                                                       My frustration levels are                                                                                                                skyrocketing higher and higher by the second…                                                                                                                                                                           The room is stuffy…so stuffy you can almost see it…                                                                                                                                                                                       classify it…and name it…it’s like a fluffy stuffy monster….                                                                                                                                                           The people speaching and giving mini lectures are making as much sense to me, as the concept “no alcohol and drugs“…made sense to Lindsay Lohan…                                                                                                                                                                        The gal sitting next to me is so socially inappropriate…it’s unreal!                                                                                                                                                   Seriously, every now and then a loud snort leaves her general mouth-throat region…   couple that with the fact that she took a bath in her perfume bottle this morning…                 Add the fact that she has no general understanding for the general concept…personal space – she is basically sitting on my lap – and you might get a glimpse into the terrifying situation i am finding myself in…                                                                                                                                                                             But being a positive …oooo there’s another snort…nice one…                                                                                                                                                                                            Being a positive person…i am forcefully going to utilise my surroundings…and magically make something constructive and positive appear…

{I seriously…DO NOT GET why you feel the urge to sit on my lap…your own chair provides you with ample “but” space…                                                                                                                                                           i am aware that i am awesome, but I’m sure you will be able to experience my mind shattering awesomeness…A FEW INCHES AWAY…on your own chair…in your own space…                                                                                                                                                                i just don’t get this…                                                                                                                                                                             Is it possible to get a restraining order against someone who severely invades your personal space…it’s it like a criminal offence???}

Ahhh…there it is…                                                                                                                                                                                                      Can you here it….that high pitched …angelic…movie music….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

I know what to do with my time…i know how to constructively use my time…in a positive way…                                                                                                                                                        Positive for me…it will provide much needed distraction from the situation at hand…                                                                                                                                                                           Positive for the lady on my lap…she looks like a mother…and no child deserves to grow up without a mother, because she was murdered at a work conference….                                                                                                                                                                  And positive for you…the reader…it might bring a tad droplet of distraction and comic relief your way…                                                      

The Focus of my blog…will now shift to…                                                                                                                                                                                   Things…I PERSONALLY…don’t get…                                                                                                                                                                   It’ll be shorter…less series…and tongue in cheek…                                                                                                                                                                                                       But these are important issues that need to be addressed people…

There are certain things people do…that i just DONT GET

Let’s get started…

Things i don’t get…

Personal space vaders…                                                                                                                                                                         Why would you feel the need to sit on my lap…i don’t get it…                                                                                                                                                        Why would you feel the urge to make yourself comfortable on my shoulder…?                                                                                                                                                                            When there are yards and yards of free open space…WHY would you feel the urge to steel the tiny bit of space i am currently occupying….?                                                                                                                                                                           I DONT GET IT…

Perfumers…                                                                                                                                                                    3 squirts cheap brand…one and a half good brand…all you need to smell nice and dandy…                                                                                                                                                                          Person…No amount of perfume will camouflage bad odour…fact.                                                                                                                                                                      Odour is way too sneaky…                                                                                                                                                                        Bathing in your perfume/spray/aftershave…will only give your already bad odour…extra stealth….                                                                                                                                                    You will not attract possible suitors; you will repel…EVERONE around you…                                                                                                                                                                                  You will become a national health risk…and the only phone call you’ll receive, will be from Al Qaida…requesting your use…as a bio-chemical weapon….                                                                                                                                                                                People drenched in perfume…                                                                                                                                                                                   I DONT GET YOU…

MALL WALKERS…                                                                                                                                                               You know those people…who walk…really really slowly in the mall…i mean for heaven ‘sake…your 96 year old great grandma, looks like an Olympic sprinter compared to these people…                                                                                                                                                                       I call them Mall Walkers…and i don’t get them…                                                                                                                                                                I always seem to get stuck behind them…and let me tell you…THEY ARE MALICIOUS in their strolls…                                                                                                                                                    They keep you behind them…it’s like a sick game they play…                                                                                                                                                                     You swink left…they swink left…you swink right…they go right…you make a DOUBLE UP move…swinking left then right…they do the same…                                                                                                                                                                              Its terminal for your shopping spree…landing yourself behind them will drain you of all joy and shop-citemnet…                                                                                                                                                     I swear, i think credit burros hire these people as a means of subduing spenders and splashers…                                                                                                                                                                                   Whatever the reason may be…                                                                                                                                                                                          It’s unnatural…There should be a special lane for these people….                                                                                                                                                                           Mall Walkers…I DONT GET YOU

Celphone…SPEAKERS…                                                                                                                                              Thank you again to my neighbour on my lap…for inspiring this bullet…and yes…i am referring to SPEAKERS…                                                                                                                                                                            People who think that if they answer their phones in a meeting…adjust the volume to high…whisper scream into the headphone…and then listening to the “heightened” volume reply…and think its acceptable and will not bother or hamper the productivity of the meeting…                                                                                                                                                                        I mean, i would be able to hear any form of conversation…the lady is sitting on my lap …                                                                                                                                                                  But seriously…the lady in the far east corner of the hall can hear you debate the choice of dinner vegetables you are having with your husband…                                                                                                                                                                                        How do you rationalise it as professional…ethical…etiquette…                                                                                                                                             I DONT GET THIS…

Late strollers…                                                                                                                                                                       Those lazy easy going individuals…who rock into meetings…2 or 3 hours after the meeting started…                                                                                                                                                                  They just leisurely walk in…Walk out…get a cup of joe…take their seat…smiling…not apologising…not showing any sign of embarrassment, but rather showcasing a sense of entitlement…                                                                                                                                                         I don’t get how you can be aware of a prior engagement…and just…take your sweet time getting ready and getting there…                                                                                                                                                                                 If you see that time is running faster than a straight freight train…and that you are running the risk of being 5 minutes late…how do you not feel compelled to call ahead  and make an apology for the possible 5 minutes you’re running late…                                                                                                                                                       But 2 hours…2 hours…                                                                                                                                                                            I DONT GET it…

Sharing Sarah’s…                                                                                                                                                                          We all know these people…we all see the neon warning signs above their heads…and yet we alllllll somehow still end up engaging with them…                                                                                                                                                                                    It takes you about 5 minutes into a conversation…to know everything there is to know about them…from them medical history…blood type…psychological profile…family dynamics. The works…                                                                                                                                                       5 minutes for a complete stranger to COMPLETLY opened their can …AND SPILL EVERY SINGLE BEAN THERE IS TO SPILL…                                                                                                                                                                                    Now maybe…it’s just me…and maybe I’m not a shary shary type of person…but that…IS NOT NATURAL…                                                                                                                                                                          The funniest part of these oaks are their complete and utter inability to pick up on certain social signs that tell you…no scream at you…to stop because, this person is annoyed and NOT LISTENING ANYMORE…                                                                                                                                                                                   Seriously…when someone takes up their cellphone…starts typing away…they’re not listening anymore…                                                                                                                         When someone turns the volume of the tv up…they’re not listening…                                                                                                                                                  When someone’s focus shifts from your face…to the giant pigeon outside…                        THEY ARE NOT LISTENING…                                                                                                                                                                           Over sharing sarhas…I DONT GET YOU…

Well that was fun…and utterly therapeutic…i have survived a whole afternoon…of lectures…on…well…                                                                                                                                                                                 I have survived the whole afternoon….

This blog might not be insightful…                                                                                                                                                                                       It may seem incoherent…                                                                                                                                                                                       It may be criticised as nonsense…                                                                                                                                                                                                 But blogging…yet again has served its purpose…personally for me…it has picked me up…and hijacked me into an alternate state of mind…                                                                                                                                                                                                        I hope in some small way…it has provided you with a tiny escape…from a busy..or frustrating day…or night…

My next blog…that is already in progress…will be hard hitting and insightful…and full of the good stuff…

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Forcefully content and at peace…

8 Nov

So…I’m sitting on my own little balcony…laptop on lap…glass
of brilliant merlot in hand…in this stunning little town…maybe you’ve heard of it…Clarens…
The mountain in front of me…stares me down every time I lift my head to
take a sip of my liquid therapist…I look towards the heavens…and the moon beams down at me in all its splendour…Come
to think of it…being summer and all…the only thing that’s needed to…wait…there it is…a light breeze whispers through my hair….
I take a deep breath…filling my lungs with the magnitude of
my surroundings…and I almost choke on the stirring…of an almost long lost
feeling…what’s it called again…ahhhh…yes…content…a feeling of peace
brushes through my veins…all turbulent waters within …momentarily…exorcized…

feeling content and at peace...

I’m 25 years old…23 for the gullible amongst us…lucky enough to have a good stable job…steady income…nice flat…likeable strong and daring personality… I
come from a steady family background, with relatively supportive and accepting
parents…filled with love and all the fluffiness that goes with it…                                                                                                                                                                             I’ve enjoyed much success in my short life…and hard work coupled with the taking of
major chances…always seems to pan out for me…

If you take all the aspects -I just recalled – into consideration…the feeling of content…and peace…should be a regular passenger on the speed train Sunelia…and yet…it’s a feeling that only pops in on rare occasions…

This cannot be…how this can be…this does not make sense…                       

You see…when you take your background into consideration…your current living conditions…factoring in your personality…you get a clear picture of the state your mind should be occupying on a regular basis…                                                                                                                                                                   Technically…I should be filled with content…happiness…and peace…well…most of the time…. And yet…if I apply simple mathematical subtractions and additions to the state of mind I was in the past 30 days…I find that I spent atleast a quarter extremely
irritated…another quarter angry and frustrated…another quarter depressed…and
only one quarter… filled with a relative feeling of happiness and content…                                                                                                                                                          This means that three of the 4 quarters of the past 30 days of my life…was
spent…well…not happy…not satisfied…not at peace…                                                                                                                                                                   …3 of the 4 quarters of the last 30 days of my life…was wasted…

That’s a shocking revelation… (and at this point I choose not to see the
glass as half empty…I choose to see the glass full…thus I top up my Merlot)

I’ve always considered myself a Carpe Diem type off girl…                                                                                                                                                                     Living life to the full…not wasting a second….
Not missing one shot….This has always been my focus…and I’ve
always been relatively successful in the maintenance of that mind-set…                                                                                                                                                       But living your life to the full…not wasting a second….taking in all chances…is
relatively useless…if you’re in a wasted mind set…
It’s not worth much if you cannot enjoy it…                                                                                                                                                                              It’s not worth much if you’re angry…
It’s not worth much
if you’re depressed…
It’s not worth much if you’re frustrated…

In this technological…socially interfaced society we live
in…we tend to focus a lot on everyone around us…through Facebook…we monitor the
success, the failures…the love lost…love gained…weight gained of all our friends…and “friends”…
We shift our internal focus…to our external surroundings…and without even
realizing it…we alter our state of mind and wellbeing…neglecting our own
internal ora…shovelling all feelings of content and peace into a little dark
corner…                                                                                                                                                                       Take 5 seconds…if you will…and monitor the transactions of
your own personal feelings of peace and content over the past 30 days…
How many times in the last 30 days…have YOU allowed an individual/s…to
negatively alter your state of mind…hampering your internal sensation of peace
and content…
                                                                                                                                                                                                            How many times the past 30 days…did you allow your happy mood to be purposefully trampled on by someone’s foul mood…
How many times this past 30 days…did you lose your sense of happiness…to the
monster that is self-pity; of someone in dire need of attention…                                                                                                                                            How many times this past 30 days…did you lose the coolness of your vibe…because you
allowed people around you to manipulate you into a feeling of submission…and
low self-worth…                                                                                                                                                                                 How many times do we allow our one personal
“green greed demon”…to steal our feeling of peace and content…?

How many times this last 30 days…did you look at your hard earned payslip…and think…this is not enough…I need more…
How many times this last 30 days did you climb on a scale…thinking…this is too much…I need to weigh less….
How many times this last 30 days….did you look at someone else…and think…I am not
enough…I need to be more like that…
I have truthfully answered the above named questions…done
the calculations…and well…you are already familiar with my “quarter pounder happiness equation…”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 As I take in my personal revelations…I remember a forgotten
memory…a forgotten lesson learned…                                                                                             Somewhere along the way I had forgotten a golden rule…taught to me by my grandfather.                                                                                                                                                             He thoroughly believed in the cliché assumption… that, true happiness starts with
YOU…                                                                                                                                                                                                               He always said that happiness was not always a spontaneous feeling…but that it sometimes was a forceful decision you had to make every single morning…
How enlighting that memory serves to be…
Its high time I started taking control of my internal state of wellbeing…                                                                                                                                                          It’s one thing to be on a purposeful journey…chasing your dreams…but its high time I started thoroughly enjoying the journey I was on…making the change from speed train to leisure cruise….                                                                                                                                                                    Even if it needs to be done forcefully…
Clarens and my bottle of Merlot have again opened my eyes to the
realization that happiness…content…peace…is not always felt and experienced…as
I had tonight…
It’s not always …a wow…moment…
It sometimes IS a forceful decision you have to make as you get out of bed….                                                                                                                                                                  It sometimes IS a forceful decision you have to make when you ignore the fowl
depressing mood of a fellow human being….
It sometimes IS a forceful decision you make when you look at yourself…where you
are…how far you’ve come…and how far you can go… and think…I AM ENOUGH
It IS, a forceful decision you NEED to make…when you mathematically find
the culmination of unhappy, depressing and angry seconds…superseding the happy
ones…
I don’t JUST want a full life…
I don’t JUST want just a successful
life….                                                                                                                                                                         I NEED a life filled with content…and peace…content and peace like I experienced earlier tonight…
I’m guessing…I’m going to have to make a lot of forceful
decisions over the next few weeks…
But it’s a challenge I’m willing to take up…im hoping that forcefully…at times…making the decision to cut away negativity…and forcefully embracing
internal happiness, contentment and peace…will become a spontaneous habit…                                                                                                                                                                                                      I’m going to forcefully
flip a mind switch…and in 30 days…I will publish a follow up blog…with a
truthful recollection of the my little mind switch experiment…                                                                                                                                                                If my results are positive…if my results prove probable…maybe I can inspire readers of this blog…to forcefully…and purposefully steel back their feeling of content and
peace…

So…here’s to experiencing a little bit of Clarens peace…everyday…
We’ll see in 30 days whether Clarens forcefully changed my internal state of wellness…