So much to do, so little time! It’s one of those months! It will pass! We are past halfway point already.
I have a big event on this weekend. For reasons I will write about in another post, I am daunted by it. I will be attending with Jack. It will be very public. I have picked out my dress. It is something I picked up in a charity shop a couple of years ago. Somebody else paid a higher price for it than I did and decided they weren’t going to wear it for some reason. Or at least, that’s what I presume, for I found it in a charity shop with the labels still on it.
It is nice to be wearing one of my favourite dresses when I am out with Jack. I hope it all goes well. It might be a good thing that I am so busy at the moment. It is probably preventing me from getting myself all worked up.
Busy I may be, but not too busy to work on my SHARE-YOUR-WORLD post…little-by-little. To see the original questions provided by Melanie, the creator of sparksfromacombustiblemind, take a look at her original post below:
What’s something your brain tries to make you do, which you have to will yourself NOT to do? (could be a bad habit, a physical response to something…your interpretation is as good as mine! )
“Talking back” or “answering back” with some sharp witted remark. Especially the temptation to answer back to someone who has just been absurd.
I have to be careful at times. I have been trained to speak and conduct myself with grace, tact, diplomacy and discretion. But at times, I hear someone speaking abominably, and all I want to do is verbally put them in their place. My brain picks up on the absurdity of their statements, and instinctively wants to poke holes in their conclusions and to ridicule their attitude. I have to fight that impulse.
I have had to bite my lip so many times! For I have learnt that once you humiliate someone. it is hard to win over their heart. So even with people who make themselves idiots by their speech, it is wiser to find something about them or their opinions to commend and seek common ground. Then to express an alternative viewpoint with appealing words. Softening someone’s heart before you deliver clear irrefutable logic and reason.
I can’t tell you how many times, I have wanted to just let loose and tell someone they were a complete idiot. But what would that have accomplished? No, it has been something I have taken great pains over, to sensitively address the fault in some twisted warped mentality without raising a barrier to them taking any correction to their thinking at all.
When someone finds out what you do, or where you are from, what question do they always ask you?
I will be doing some meeting and greeting at the event I am going to with Jack. People may well ask me those questions.
If someone asks me what I do, they receive a very long answer. Sometimes the look of bafflement on their face is priceless. Their questions can be varied. I guess, mostly their questions fall along the lines of “How?” “How is that possible?” How can you afford to live? (Especially “how can I afford to live where I do?”)
Where I am from is easier. Where am I from? Originally, the north of England, near Liverpool. But moved down south thirteen years ago and have been in London for almost ten years. Questions vary. Some people express surprise that I hail from Liverpool. “But you don’t sound like a scouser.” Others ask, “Oh, so do you like football?”
What’s something terrifying that we’ve all come to accept as a fact of life?
Weapons and armies. I find it terrifying that governments have developed arsenals that could cause unimaginable harm on humans and animals.
TERRIFYING! While I have been alive, there have been no “world wars”, but violent conflict has never stopped. Everyone hates to think about the awfulness of war. Yet, look at the astronomical expenditure on the military. Some say that it is not enough funding for the military, they say more money needs to be spent on defences. That word “defences” makes it all sound so acceptable. “Defenses” means weapons that destroy.
I guess they are explained and “justified”, as it is hoped that they will be used for “legal”, “just” or some might dare say “righteous” reasons, to “defend” and “protect”. Governments have been allowed the authority to “bear the sword”, to render justice. But the military capabilities of many nations is quite terrifying.
But besides the physical training of men and women to carry out warfare, there is something else I find disturbing. Violent video games and movies. People are training their own brains for violence. So many people argue that these are only games, only entertainment, and that people who enjoy them would never do those things in real life. Really!
Are you telling me, that if our world becomes more turbulent, if people become desperate and despairing, as they lose their jobs and homes and cannot feed themselves, if they become angry with others who seem to be hoarding wealth and enjoying luxury – that they won’t carry out the scenes they have been watching over and over hundreds, perhaps thousands, or even tens of thousands of times?
This world is setting itself up for it’s own end.
Should governments make laws to protect people from harming themselves? Could that even work? (yes this one is deep, maybe too deep).
What are we talking about here? Are we suggesting banning smoking, overeating, abuse of alcohol, and a sedentary lifestyle? Are we thinking about banning extreme sports, thrill seeking, reckless behavior and taking risks with sexual practices that spread disease? Or is this more focused on those who are experiencing chronic emotional pain or prolonged stress, who seek to either relief their stress through some form of deliberate self-injury or to actually cease their own life?
I guess this can be a very deep question. If we were perfect in mind and body, I don’t think we would want to do any of the above. We would be full of life. We would wake up eager to get out of bed and enjoy a day full of rewarding work, meaningful relationships and all the wonderful marvels of creation.
But we as a human race are not well. We do foolish things. We lose balance. We give into impulses and weaknesses. Some of them are on a small scale. We can often do something to undo the damage. All of us have perhaps harmed our bodies or our consciences to some extent. Many of us realize we ought to make an effort to change our thinking or habits.
However, many have tasted the overwhelming feelings of despair and deep pain that can cause a person to want to deliberately harm themselves. Some decisions cannot be undone now. Should a person who is minded to cause themselves permanent harm, be protected from themselves? I respect very much health support services that want to prevent someone from permanently harming themselves.
Of course all practices that show a disregard for the incredibly precious gift of life, from smoking, to speeding while driving, to inflicting injuries on ourselves, are obviously unhealthy. Of course they should be discouraged. A law makes it clear that something is wrong. Everything I mentioned above is wrong. Smoking is wrong. Surely everyone knows that, including smokers. To choose to put poison into their own body is baffling. But the law allows people to do that. I am not quite sure why that is.
Laws are one thing. But how do you enforce laws? I would be horrified at the thought of someone who is battling despair and completely broken being treated brashly and without compassion. I would have thought that most people who reach that kind of crises point when they want to harm themselves, need kindness and the kind of support that can help them start to thrive again.
Some police or law enforcers may be compassionate and empathetic, but I have also witnessed some shocking behaviour from police when it came to how they dealt with individuals who were clearly at crisis point. I dread to think what might happen if those of the law enforcement agencies who do not seem to understand despair, feel obliged to “lay down the law” and drive a hard line. It’s frightening.
It breaks my heart to think of how many people are crushed, and battling despair. I know of a beautiful youngster who just ended her life, and I know of the devastation that her loved ones and friends are experiencing. It’s incredibly painful for all involved. I am sure she felt overwhelmed by pain. Now, those who adored her are crushed with pain. But, nobody knew how much pain she carried.
I dread to think that someone who is carrying unbearable pain around with them being treated harshly by law enforcers. I would not like to think of any law enforcers crushing them any further by mishandling a situation or focusing more on “the letter of the law than the spirit of the law”.
Please share your gratitude for this past week in the form of a photo, a quote or a thought.
This week I would like to express gratitude for my legs, my wonderful legs!
My legs have always been great. They never seem to tire out. I have used them for swimming throughout my childhood years. They helped win many a race, many a trophy for our school and the county swimming club. At high school, it was hockey, netball, rounders, cross-country and athletics (middle distance was my preference).
Since school, it has mainly been hiking they have been used for, besides work of course. Also basketball and running. They are great legs.
But this month, I have had six twelve hour shifts so far, and I have six more before the month is over. Twelve hours on my feet. Well, I do have chance to sit down for fifteen minutes during my lunch break. It amazes me that my legs don’t get tired. One night, I had to go shopping after work because I had no food at home (I keep forgetting to buy groceries) and my legs finally felt some achy tiredness. I think I pushed them too far that day. Well it was also my third twelve hour shift in a row. But other than that night, my legs have been tremendous!
I am so grateful to have such powerful legs! And besides that, they are pretty gorgeous. Don’t ask me, ask Jack, or Goldfinch. I am sure they will tell you.
Anyway… I will keep on running, until my legs let me down. I must remember to go grocery shopping. My legs will be strutting the dance floor at the weekend, when Jack and I are just south of the Euston Road. Mayfair, here we come!
6 thoughts on “Eventful Events”
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I like Ted Baker dresses. 🙂
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Thanks Mel for Sharing Your World!! Your gratitude answer was bittersweet to me. Once I had great legs too and I loved to walk long distances with my various dogs on leash. Exploring the small world I inhabited. Now that they are gone (still physically here, but worn shells of their former glory), I realize I never appreciated them as you wrote in your beautiful response. You are rare and special Mel and I hope you continue to blossom as you continue your journey. Your male companions are very lucky to know you. Have a great weekend!
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Aaaaw Melanie – I am sure your legs are glorious! I regret the love handles I have acquire. No matter what I do, I can’t get rid of them. Neither Goldfinch nor Jack have complained. But I think they make my back look like a sack of potatoes!
I really hope you have a wonderful time. Will you be donning the fake mustache for the event.
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I had an amazing time. It was a late night! I have been kind of shattered today I will admit.
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