Monday, June 6, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
That Guy
You know him. He's that guy. He's the guy who's eternally got his teeth showing, lips streeeetched from ear to ear. You see him driving in his car...you see him on the street, in the grocery store, at a restaurant. He just doesn't quit. Whatever his secret it....I really don't even want it.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
2-0 Eve
There's something funny about birthdays to me. I love em and all...I enjoy the rich, decadent, sinful, dark, dessert I make myself; I sure don't mind scrapping a bunch of wrapping paper into a pile to reveal my new possessions. I really don't mind phone calls and checks to put in the bank from grandparents who used to buy me socks and Christmas sweaters.
No, there isn't anything inherently WRONG with birthday celebrations of past years, the past two decades, though the first 5 I don't recall at all....maybe even the first 7. No, birthdays are quite special and should be celebrated, but these last few years have brought this...
sadness.
I really can't explain it in any other way than to say: another year has gone by, and not a whole lot has changed; I feel a hole, a gap, something missing, something strangely familiar and illusive and aggravatingly potent.
I feel like I'm missing out on something I should know and have and hold and that other people have and hold and know. The realization that I sound deranged is quite apparent, I know.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
No, there isn't anything inherently WRONG with birthday celebrations of past years, the past two decades, though the first 5 I don't recall at all....maybe even the first 7. No, birthdays are quite special and should be celebrated, but these last few years have brought this...
sadness.
I really can't explain it in any other way than to say: another year has gone by, and not a whole lot has changed; I feel a hole, a gap, something missing, something strangely familiar and illusive and aggravatingly potent.
I feel like I'm missing out on something I should know and have and hold and that other people have and hold and know. The realization that I sound deranged is quite apparent, I know.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Even after working in the *spa* for only 4 or so days, I've realized there certainly is a place for relaxation and 'me time' in one's life. I understand that some see luxurious treatments that cost extraneous wads of cash as selfish and unnecessary. And there is no way I'm going to say that pedicures, honey glow body treatments and stone massages are necessary; however, there is something to say for letting yourself be carefree for a while. There isn't a certain way to achieve this, and some people aren't even capable of it. But some are, most are, and all should at least try to reach a state of realization and at the same time nothingness in their life at some point. I know that sounds pretty loopy and zen and like weirdo-beardo hippie dippie crap. But it's not, it isn't, and it is a pretty nice thing to achieve.
Reaching this point isn't some big to-do. You don't do seances or chants or anything, cause that's all crap. But finding a way to look at life from different perspectives I think is a much-neglected and a life enhancing practice. That could mean just relaxing by yourself on an empty beach somewhere in the middle of a crisp fall evening, letting the wind tease your hair and allowing your mind to concentrate on ---nothing---. For me it can mean perching on my roof at midnight and looking at the stars through un-contact-lensed eyes, letting the blurred stars take me to a melancholy simple mindset. Other times it happens when I'm driving, and the music and wind numb my ears and my mind to every negative (or positive, sometimes it goes in reverse) occurrence in my life and for a minute I'm taken almost out of body to a place where time isn't a factor, and I just AM.
Whatever makes you carefree, whatever lets you forget the bad for a while, whatever makes you happy to be alive---you should be doing that more often. I think I'll go sit on my roof for a while.
Reaching this point isn't some big to-do. You don't do seances or chants or anything, cause that's all crap. But finding a way to look at life from different perspectives I think is a much-neglected and a life enhancing practice. That could mean just relaxing by yourself on an empty beach somewhere in the middle of a crisp fall evening, letting the wind tease your hair and allowing your mind to concentrate on ---nothing---. For me it can mean perching on my roof at midnight and looking at the stars through un-contact-lensed eyes, letting the blurred stars take me to a melancholy simple mindset. Other times it happens when I'm driving, and the music and wind numb my ears and my mind to every negative (or positive, sometimes it goes in reverse) occurrence in my life and for a minute I'm taken almost out of body to a place where time isn't a factor, and I just AM.
Whatever makes you carefree, whatever lets you forget the bad for a while, whatever makes you happy to be alive---you should be doing that more often. I think I'll go sit on my roof for a while.
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