Saturday, February 9, 2008

Edict OT General # 3:The power of forgiveness and determination

Wow remember when you were a kid and somebody wronged you? And just before you could exact your perfect revenge the villain was caught and forced to give you their sad excuse for a “Sorry”. As a child (or maybe even still now) you didn’t hide your feelings. Sorry doesn’t cut it asshole! You wanted the sweet sweet taste of revenge and nothing else would do…for about fifteen minutes after which you eventually found yourself so bored by the whole evil maniac monologue in your head that you either forgot* about the whole thing naturally or tell yourself to leave off it until you do forget.

And that was what was great about childhood: you could enter the now and ‘forget’ the pain of before. Of course now you’re an adult and that simply doesn’t fly anymore. You can try like hell, be absolutely determined to forget your hurts and affronts, but its there at the back of your restless mind and coming to the forefront.

What the hell do you do when that forgetting shit doesn’t work? That’s something each person should examine for themselves. Sometimes, psychotherapybabble aside, you do have a great reason for not forgiving. It might not be a great reason in the grand scheme of things but in the small stage of life that you occupy it may mean everything. You do have the right to protect yourself from those who don’t mean you well and will repeat those same devastating acts.

But just because you scream “I hate you all” at the top of your lungs doesn’t mean you don’t hate yourself a little for it. After all, who doesn’t want to swoop down and rescue another from themselves? That would transform you from the victim to the hero.

But here’s my personal stand from that: Scream. Scream all you want and it doesn’t matter who you think you’re screaming at, in the end it’s always you. Haha doesn’t just suck how weak we are? Or is it strong? Sometimes I have to imagine society as people stuck in bubbles that may pop at any second from being pressed together so tightly but still the real people inside never touch.

The conundrum is this, should we all be responsible for saving ourselves- doomed to fail- or save each other- doomed again to fail? That is the wrong question. We are forgetting that relationships between real live people can be reflected in the intertextualities of characters in literature. The greatest artists show us the everyday, the mundane, and thus the truth. They make us revel in it. But I digress [majorly<- huh, I never knew that was slang. People, majorly is not a word! Okay seriously, stop.], we have to be determined to solve how to forgive those who have harmed us without letting them back into our lives.

You see, grudges are powerful things that just stick on your heart like a clogged artery. HEART ATTACK BABY! [sorry I have to allow myself 1 minute of otakuness a day. People, that was it. F33r 1t.]

But wait, didn’t I post earlier how people shouldn’t apologise if they don’t mean it?

Crap, I just realized…I’m struggling with the same quandary!

Right so what do you do? You get determined. You get so fucking determined you scare the people aware enough to see it in you. They don’t know what to say, they need to be awed. You have got to believe that you are worth establishing forgiveness. That won’t be easy, soldier. There will be tears and reflection and pain but when you cross so many of your own bridges, it might be easier to feel some compassion to the bridges that others have burnt behind them.

It takes a lot of fear to fuel a burning bridge. Who couldn’t understand that kind of fear? Who couldn’t reflect on a time where you’ve thrown your own fear on a bridge from your heart to another’s? And who amongst us, with all that, would dare not to remember the pain it brought us? That is why forgiveness won’t be easy. It isn’t easy because it takes time. Unfortunately the collusion of your destiny doesn’t come with a timetable.

* When I say “forget” I actually mean “put it to the back of your inner closet until it all builds up as a pubescent when you just happen to think about it and suddenly you’re really angry about a multitude of offences all at once…” Yeah.

Playlist [ parts from my two itunes playlists “relaxo” and “adieu mr knight”] : “hallelujah” Rufus Wainwright, “dead meat” Sean Lennon, “broken” Seether ft Amy Lee, “black hole sun” Soundgarden, “its been awhile” Staind, “you’re so last summer” Taking Back Sunday, “stranger in my house” Tamia, “count yourself in” Ten Second Epic, “apologize” One Republic, “deep river” Utada Hikaru, “first love” Utada Hikaru, “amai wana” Utada Hikaru, “when it all falls apart” The Veronicas, “color me once” Violent Femmes, “hoppipolla” Sigur Rus, “swiderweb” Coldplay, “fortune faded” Red Hot Chili Peppers, “the simple story” Feist ft Jane Birkin, “paper planes” M.I.A.

Friday, February 8, 2008

L @ T: Seriously?

No wonder people don't think we can do anything...seriously, how long did it take to practice this? Go do something with your life! I know everyday you do something you regret, like filling up a quota, but I think they filled up a couple weeks worth!

http://www.slide.com/r/pHT0BYh4wz99-q1CsaadQlcZblSdXkKK

M M & I: Old Lady News prt 2

Kay these are rants from miles and days and inches ago...serious. But January sort of imploded all over me which is just as gross as it sounds. So I'm just going to quickly recap that lovely week in January, put up an edict, put up a link, update some info and be gone baby gone. Off to watch NCIS, brain shall return.

Day 4-

Actually inbetween the lazing alot of good got done. Plans were being made left and right. Weelll the shapes of plans were being made. And today I gave a very basic rundown of my magazine pitch to a friend ( http://girlsdontusuallydothis.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html ) for the first time. Which is cool and weird at the same time. It's cool but no one knows how much courage it took for me to talk about the magazine idea to a friend. I had no idea what reaction to expect. Didn't have the balls to tell her the whole thing but the first step is out there, vibrating in the world. Now it's up to me to kind of follow it through.

It's weird because I have friends from high school who don't really know me because even though I've changed so much in the last five years I hide these parts of myself from them so our friendship can continue. Essentially they are still friends with the "high school" me ( I feel Kate Nash's "Foundations" would really explain the feeling I go through. Occassionally the cracks in these relationships cannot be smoothed over...)
Nearly everytime we reconnect its weird in my head. An emotional goal for this year can be to see whether they can accept me as I am ( a sexuality accepting, fashion/art whore/hobo, lit freak, sarcastically optimistic, OCD/ADD/Dyslexic whole human being) and vice versa. If they can't then there are some facades one cannot and should not aim to keep.

Without acceptance there is no love. Without love there is a vortex...a black hole where love should be.

Over the course of just living, each and every one of us, saints and all, will harm, hurt, damage, and break those around us. Why invite the inevitable into our lives? Why not encounter it as the bigger picture intended?

My mantra for 2008:

IF YOU CAN'T ACCEPT ME AS I AM THEN THIS IS ME ANYWAY- WORKING TO MAKE THE REALITY OF ME BE. I AM SORRY YOU CAN'T BE APART OF THAT PROCESS (...cuz it would have been so killer!!! Why do you think I was inviting you, the chips you'd bring? Well you would have been partly right).

I guess that's what I'm going to have to say and be at. Ha, who wouldn't want to be on they're journey to "there"???

Playlist: "7 days" Craig David ft. Mos Def / "a night like this" The Cure, "spaze out" Lupe Fiasco, "push" Madonna, "billy" James Blunt, "hunter" Dido, "black hole sun" Soundgarden

Saturday, January 5, 2008

its a new year so a new organizational code

This is a quick one. Basically this blog has been so directionless and so i'm adding some order to my world. Sometimes i want to discuss geekery. sometimes i want to give a small personal essay on literature, the news or the way that is life. I'm giving each section a heading (Hopefully i get everything...):

IMOW (In My Own World). That could have anything to do with general stuff about me and culture or geekery etc.

MM&I (Me Myself & I). Basically me ranting on my own on various stressors

L@ T! (Look At That!). A small blurb or link at something I want to point out

Edict OT General # (Edict Of The General #). These are the essays criticizing our/my way of living that is not to our/my benefit and we/I damn well know it. We/I poke at our/my scars until they heal!!!

And i probably have more but I just gave the blog a quick reno but there is more to come all over january. Why do i keep writing as if there is a platitude of people reading??? this is probably the worst anyone will ever see my grammar outside of msn.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Back to the Future!!! Prt 1

Well in the time I was away I made some general scrabbles about this and that so I'll just transcribe it from my notebook as quick recap:

Day 1- ...Aaaaand I know I'm home when I get straight innit. You know, the family pull and tugs of gossip, love, chastising, and hating. But it's okay. I've been training hard core for 21 years to deal with this foolishness. I get treated real nice (I love love love being spoiled. Yes, yes- LOVE ME!!! FFFFEEEEDDD MMMMEEE!!!!)

Plans to make money already falling through...I'm too lazy to be true.

Playlist: Kanye West "Roses"

Day 2 & 3- Sleep, chat with friends, and watch "A shot at love with Tila Tequila" with open mouthed fascination and repulsion combined. Lazed. Slowly getting into the roll of things. Very slowly and lazily. Highlight of day was watching Grandma putter...

Playlist: still Kanye West "Roses"

Day 4- Actually really nice day spent with stepmom and sister on various adventures. Almost each of us got to go to our favourite places. I took them to a craft show first. My stepmom got some jam. I had no idea she liked jam that much. It's wierd but have you ever known someone a long time and all of a sudden you realize there is a huge part of their life you know nothing about? Maybe I'm scrutinizing the jam too much but I'm pretty sure I only know the surface of a lot of people.
My sister got to go to Beadworks (after they overshot the store's location by two blocks *shakes head* and I'm suppoused to be the directionally challenged one!) and she got lots of beads and various bead supplies. She's really into this whole jewellery making business. And I got to go to Bookcity. Later on my sister and I went to Chapters and good times and adventures were had by all.

Wierdly I was getting flirted with left and right by fool after fool. It started with some guy named Gabriel (like the angel) who turned a simple handshake into a royal hand kiss and they just kept coming out of the wood work from there. But I have to admit the guy was such a helpful smarm...He's totally going to show up in one of my books.

Playlist ( a random composition but not that bad. ELLLAAA!!!) : Ella Fitzgerald "Imagination", Bullet for my Valentine "The Poison", Utada Hikaru "ASAP", Ella Fitzgerald "Gulf Coast Blues", Vanessa Carlton "This Time"




Sunday, December 2, 2007

Mission: Job Hunt

Not much to post today. This week has been boring beyond belief. Found a great place to get my tattoo, did some projects (nearly there!!!), hung out with some friends. Discussed boobs and farts. So not much material there. Well…nothing I’d care to go into serious depth about right now.

I’m really broke so I’m on the hunt for jobs. I have a few things lined up and ready to go for next week. My family thinks I’m crazy. I never care about money. But I overspent last month so that needs to be corrected and rebalanced. In fact I’ll keep a daily diary on all the weird people I meet and report back. If I ever return from the craziness of the city part time cash job grab.

Mostly its focus groups ( I don’t have a child, smoke, or own a cat but for the purpose of obtaining funds I’m willing to lie… besides smoking is terrible so I’m bringing down the cigarette and tobacco industry from within their marketing department. They’ll never suspect me. Yes, one grain of a brick at a time people. As for the cat and child…I guess they could be negatives too. For example “The Exorcist”. That mother must have been very stressed by her child. And cats…cats look cuddly, sweet, and funny but that’s just what they want you to think.).

Actually there will probably be more posts next week because of my job diary and I’ll be visiting the “wilder” side of my family (I swear, despite appearances to the contrary, we actually love each other to death!!!) so I will probably have a daily rant.


Soundtrack (Even though some of my favourite artists are on here this is a pretty boring shuffle mix!!): Erase and rewind- The Cardigans, Deep River- Utada Hikaru, One Night Stand- The Pipettees, Get Right Remix- Jennifer Lopez, Can't Explain- Jill Scott, Given up- Linkin Park, Six different ways- The Cure, Lonely Lonely (Frisbee'd Mix)-Feist, No Solution- Sum 41, Concerto for 2 Violins in G Major, RV 516, II. Andante (molto)- Simon Standage, Elizabeth Wilcock & The English Concert (c. Trevor Pinnock), Tourniquet- Evanescence ...there's more but its just bad. Let's stop, say we did and don't.

Friday, November 23, 2007

The Public and The Apology



Hey Ladies and gents (If there is anyone out there),

I’m still working hard on my degree. It’s been a little crazy around here. I’ve finished my novelette, working on my business plan ( …more on that some other time.), handed in my portfolio, and done some presentations.

Which leads me to my next topic: the public and the apology. A lot of people are running around, chickens without their you-know-whats, because of public speaking. Unless you have no friends, no family, and are a selective mute you’ve done public speaking plenty of times without a problem. Why do we feel this way? For me, I get the heart against the ribs, against the throat, my heart thumping away at the tiny space between my brain and my skull nervous. I just knock all my preparation out of the water. Why is this fear so popular?

Allow me to put forth a probably un-unique theory. It’s our collective unconscious. Naturally most of us fear strangers with their blank, unfamiliar expressions and bodies. Their strange quirks, voices, beliefs, and expectations.
Everyday I observe people, myself included, tailor their behaviour to meet the image others expect of us. This isn’t a bad thing. We expect people to say “Excuse me.” when they fart a particularly noxious one or kneel when they pray in a Catholic church.
We look forward to these moves like we expect chessplayers to follow the rules of the game pieces; it allows us to smoothly dance the steps of life as best we can when we’re all crowded together like sardines in a can.
When we tap into our collective unconscious to review how we should behave in front of large groups of people- of classmates, rioters, whatever- there’s always the warning: beware of strangers! It throws you off. You become wary for the one person who does the unexpected. Your reflexes become honed, the adrenaline pumps, because you may have to throw a spear into a crowd to save your life or answer a question you haven’t thought much about for a passing grade. How do we overcome this? Alright, I’ll be the first to admit it, nice as saying “Piss it all!” would be, I haven’t a clue. Give me suggestions.

Something else came up this week. I say sorry all the damn time. It means nothing explicitly to me. The word is nothing to me anymore. I just exchange it for “Excuse me.”. And something is wrong with that. Some words should have a sacredness about their number of daily use, non? So I challenged myself to go a week without saying it. You would not believe how many times I bit my tongue and the week isn’t even over! Just today I said it about three times by accident and only once did I actually mean it ( Sorry Patient Elderly Gentleman with Lady Friend in Chapters that I cut you off in the packed aisle. The young are quick little fuckers.). If I continue this way I’ll start to lose respect for the tangible, heartfelt words “I’m sorry.” ( On account of “I apologize” may sound smarmy to some ears. Like mine.).

Worse, the ones I really need to apologize to won’t care when I do.

I’m off to kill more time before time kills me.

Soundtrack (Songs off my itunes Playlist titled “Hitodama”): Everything I Am by Kanye West/ DJ Premier, Mad World by Gary Jules ( I don’t think Mad World should be included on account of I didn’t even notice it but here it is.), I See God In You by India. Arie, Rehab by Amy Winehouse, Spiderweb by Coldplay, (Also note I skipped Pink’s “You Make Me Sick” because I did.), Hallelujah by Rufus Wainright, Satin Chic by Goldfrapp, When The Sun Goes Down by Artic Monkeys, Hearts In Celestial Union by Gandalf, The Funeral By Band of Horses