Candlelight

January 12, 2019

 

Don’t you just love candles? I have always appreciated anyone who lights candles for the hell of it.

I don’t have a fireplace in my current home, but whenever I light a bunch of candles, I feel cozy and safe. There’s something about the warmth and hypnotic nature of firelight that envelops me in the embrace I so often need.

When I’m stressed out, I come home, light a few, and pour a glass of red.  Nothing better 🕯🕯🕯

Cheers!

 

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Short and Sweet

January 6, 2019

Tonight’s grateful thought:

Thanks to the universe for CHOCOLATE. In all its forms.

That’s all. 😊 đŸ«


Your Privilege is Showing

April 29, 2017

There’s a constant stream on social media of privileged assholes who are forever bitching about rights initiatives, and when I say ‘bitching’, I mean they are whining that current initiatives are cramping their style.

International Women’s Day, Black History Month (and/or #blacklivesmatter), Pride events, and anything else that falls under a marginalized group’s event category, are all amazing and important to millions.

Truth be told, these should be important to you even if you don’t personally fall into the category of a marginalized demographic. Because we’re all human, and we’re supposed to look out for one another. It baffles me that more people don’t feel this way.

BUT if you are someone who questions why there isn’t an International Men’s Day (there is one though), or a White History Month (are you fucking serious?), or Straight Pride (honestly, sit the fuck down, you dumb bitch), then I’m here to tell you that you have issues.

Please spend some time researching the terms you seem to have a problem with. Try to understand that, sometimes, it’s not all about you. Better yet, be a more well-rounded person and engage with people who aren’t your exact mirror image, so that you can relate when issues outside of your bubble come up. Be friends or acquaintances with people who are different from you so that you don’t go into the world as a completely ignorant asshole.

Lastly, think of others the way you’d like to be thought of. I’ll bet  your empathy levels will go through the roof.

😘

 

 


How Do I Wean Myself Off Pessimism?

April 27, 2017

I’m sure a therapist would have a field day with me.

I have this weird inclination to expect the worst, especially if I’m struggling, but even if I’m not. Any self-respecting optimist will lecture you about thinking positive in order to attract positive things. Mind you, if any of these optimists knew anything about physics, they’d know that a negative charge attracts a positive charge, so…there’s that.

I have a superstition I never even realized I had. 99% of the time, I train myself to hope for the best, but expect the worst.

I’ve been anxious all week because of work things, including a conference I knew I’d be attending. I was convinced it would be a horrendous experience for various reasons that I won’t get into – and half-way through the convention, I am realizing this is one of the best experiences I’ve ever had at this particular conference. Instead of taking this as evidence that I should let myself expect better, I think, deep down, I’m convinced that my stress contributed to the goodness. I know that’s ludicrous, of course. But still…

Does anyone else suffer from this bizarre affliction?


Social Media Bullies

April 26, 2017

I promise I’ll get back into this blog very soon. I’ve been focused on some other writing projects and things went a little sideways  in my life, but that’s no excuse.

I just needed to post this one thought. Ever notice abusive or bullying comments on Instagram? I mean, I mainly see them on public figures’ pages. But you know the ones. Written by assholes just for sport, attacking the person who posted the picture, usually with an insult geared at the way the person looks. It’s fascinating to me that every single time I click on these douchebags’ (commenters’) profiles, it turns out to be a private profile. Every. Fucking. Time.

So this basically means these trash bags spend their time posting unnecessarily disgusting comments to the accounts of fellow human beings – but can’t risk having to take what they dish out, so they make sure that people who go to their page (in the vain hope of getting insight into what these assholes are about) can’t see who they are, can’t comment on their photos, can’t victimize them the way they victimize others. Basically they are protecting themselves from trashy humans like themselves.

I cannot properly and sufficiently express my disgust. But I admit that, every time I see a trashy comment, and click on the commenter, I chuckle when their private profile proves me right. It’s a rarity to find a public profile for someone who abuses people online for sport.

I honestly can’t stand the human race sometimes.

What do we need to do to weed out the sociopaths from the human race?

No…I’m legitimately asking.

 


Existential Crisis Part Trois

March 16, 2017

No one is more shocked by my current optimism than I.

A couple of days ago, I was aimless and anxious.

Today, I still have zero clue what fucking direction I am going to steer my life in. But I feel pretty amazing.

Honestly, putting into the universe the idea that I was struggling to figure out my life has been great. I’ve already come up with activities I can do to improve my state of mind (E.G. Hike to the waterfront. Run stairs. Spend time next to sun-exposed window with eyes closed. Etc.) Plus I have so many notes going for my writing projects. I just love that small adjustments lead to big results, eventually. Hard not to feel optimistic. 💕


Existential Crisis Continued

March 15, 2017

After yesterday’s post, I seem to have spiralled down into an abyss of both self-doubt and dreamy optimism. Yes, that abyss is basically an oxymoron.

I really do feel lost right now, but at the same time, I feel like so many options are available, if only I can harness my motivation and drive.