Okay. So, this is going against every professional/subprofessional/not-even-remotly-a-set- of-standards that I may or may not have.Every journalistic theory, website posting, parental unit friend, mentor, teacher anything even REMOTLY to the idea of posting on line is explicit. Don't post personal stuff. Like, ever. You could get identity stolen, and peole will ruin your life. To that I say, with a bleak sense of doom- My Facebook is the first thing that comes up on Google. If those two haven't already bared my soul, a little read blog post is not going to do anything. 'Course, in my mind, theres some psycho already planning to steal my Identity with this blog. Okay, oh well.
So here's the thing. I'm gonna call this a Revelession. Its a revelation and a confession. Confession first.
Bless me father for I have sinned...not quite. For the past few weeks I have been struggling with the idea that I am mediocre. By my reckoning, I just don't stand out from the crowd. And before people self diagnose me with depression or anything, its the sad truth. " The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." Doesn't mean I won't stop trying to be good, but ( as in life) there is always going to be better people than me, always the superstars. I am kinda okay with that. Not hugely, but someone will always be able to do better than me. This ties into my next revelation. I recently read a book my teacher gave me called "No Impact Man" It's by a man called Colin Beavan. It documents this one man's quest to leave no trace on the enviroment. Literally, no impact. No carbon footprint, no environmental poluttion whatsoever, anything. Its facsinating, but a bit preachy at times. Here's a couple of ideas I got from this book.
I love this quote.
" Our institutions don't reflect our human kindness. We allow our corporations to focus only on profits. We allow political institutions to focus mostly on reelection. We must insist that our insitituitons reflect the full truth ot the humanity they are supposed to serve. We must, in our roles within those institutions, act the samw way we would act when we find an old person having trouble crossing the street."
Also, he describes the idea of the treadmill of consumerism, which is, in a nutshell- WE go to a job to be able to buy new things. Commercials continually tell us we can't be complete or whole without buying the products they are promoting. So, we continually work to be able to afford these products. When we get the money, more products come out and we need them. The cycle continues.
I also like his idea of working together to be better overall. Additionally, the idea that the manufacturers build in redundancies for their product is particularly intriguing. What if our products could last a lifetime, instead of a new one every 10-20 years?
Mainly I think he presents a set of good ideas, and is a little overblown on the rhetoric. Unfortunatly, I am happy with my lifestyle. I want to improve others lives, sure, but I think at my core I am a selfish American youth. I have no idea what is outside of the borders, and I have no idea what to expect. I have no idea what defines me and how I stand out as a unique individual. So yeah.
I don't doubt that I will look back on this post and cringe. And I don't doubt that at least two people will talk to me about it. (coughMaureencoughDad) Well, it's out there now.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Curse You, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder! And Poor Decision Choices! And The F Key!
So hello to all you non- readers out there. I am writing this on the spur of the moment but will NOT be posting it to Facebook until a day or so later, because I dont' want to lose Facebook Priveleges. ( Its been threatened...) Couple of things for the non- readers out there.
I have a new favorite website. It's called Oddee. It is all the strange, wonderful, and bizzare things trolled from the internet. Bear in mind, however, it is the interwebs. Strange things may appear, and several are 18 + and NSFW. But for all that, it is an awesome sight. Its like the high school graduate to younger kids. Before he goes off to college, he is a treasure trove of wonderous tales and information. He might be a bit sketchy, but in the end he's all good.
Additionally, this thought came to me through the haze of hyperactivity.
Can people get addicted to prescription drugs?
Its not what you think, not like Oxycodin or Perecot. Not painkillers. I guess a better, more accurate question is - In situations where the prescription pill is not necessary for the sustainment of life, outside of addictions or such things, is is possible for people to get hooked on the physical drug and the benefits of this? For example, my ADHD is regulated by a pill. When I don't have the pill, I have to conciounciously remind myself to calm down, slow down and don't say something stupid. That happened recently for a long period of time, 4 days. I found myself not only avoiding the behavior I was loathe to do , but associating it with the pill.
" I wouldn't have to do this if I had taken my Medicine." " The pill would prevent me from doing this." " When is my medication going to be refilled" etc etc. You get the picture. But I just as easily could've stopped taking the pill and control it through sheer willpower alone. I felt like a taunt piano wire, ready to snap. Even now, I'm not doing homework like I should be finishing up. Did I become addicted to the pill itself? It was an ingrained part of my life. Did taking that away throw me off more than the abscence of the effects of the pill? I don't know. This subject has probably been debated by smarter people than me for quite some time. Just ramblings.
As for the title- poor decision to write this post, and my F key on my computer is being sticky/nonfunctional at times. Really irks me off when I pass in papers with missing F's. And I hate ADHD right now.
I have a new favorite website. It's called Oddee. It is all the strange, wonderful, and bizzare things trolled from the internet. Bear in mind, however, it is the interwebs. Strange things may appear, and several are 18 + and NSFW. But for all that, it is an awesome sight. Its like the high school graduate to younger kids. Before he goes off to college, he is a treasure trove of wonderous tales and information. He might be a bit sketchy, but in the end he's all good.
Additionally, this thought came to me through the haze of hyperactivity.
Can people get addicted to prescription drugs?
Its not what you think, not like Oxycodin or Perecot. Not painkillers. I guess a better, more accurate question is - In situations where the prescription pill is not necessary for the sustainment of life, outside of addictions or such things, is is possible for people to get hooked on the physical drug and the benefits of this? For example, my ADHD is regulated by a pill. When I don't have the pill, I have to conciounciously remind myself to calm down, slow down and don't say something stupid. That happened recently for a long period of time, 4 days. I found myself not only avoiding the behavior I was loathe to do , but associating it with the pill.
" I wouldn't have to do this if I had taken my Medicine." " The pill would prevent me from doing this." " When is my medication going to be refilled" etc etc. You get the picture. But I just as easily could've stopped taking the pill and control it through sheer willpower alone. I felt like a taunt piano wire, ready to snap. Even now, I'm not doing homework like I should be finishing up. Did I become addicted to the pill itself? It was an ingrained part of my life. Did taking that away throw me off more than the abscence of the effects of the pill? I don't know. This subject has probably been debated by smarter people than me for quite some time. Just ramblings.
As for the title- poor decision to write this post, and my F key on my computer is being sticky/nonfunctional at times. Really irks me off when I pass in papers with missing F's. And I hate ADHD right now.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
St. Patrick's Day, or "I'm Tired of these Snakes on a plain."
Hello all you non-existant readers out there. As I sit here with a furball jockeying for positioning with my keyboard ( and now he's pulling his patented over-the-hands bid so I can't type without upsetting him) and silently seething at various not important facets of my life, I realized a couple of things.
1. I haven't written here in nearly three weeks. And so many ideas bouncing aroung my head!
2. This is procrastiation of the highest form.
3. Why is beer green today?
4. How do they make the beer green?
5. Does it taste any different?
As you can see, I think my Irish roots are showing in those last few questions. OW!. Sorry, furball is digging his claws in the back of my hand. Makes it hard to concentrate. I dunno what else I was going to say, except this was a generally all alround good day and I have no major complaints. I can't wait to see all the stupid shenanigans that people did today. Kinda wish I could take part, but again, I'm the responsible one. In closing, I leave you with these words of wisdom.
O-O. Actually, I can't think of anything poignant and funny to say right now. Drink safely, I guess. ( but why would a 17 year old need to say that?!?)
1. I haven't written here in nearly three weeks. And so many ideas bouncing aroung my head!
2. This is procrastiation of the highest form.
3. Why is beer green today?
4. How do they make the beer green?
5. Does it taste any different?
As you can see, I think my Irish roots are showing in those last few questions. OW!. Sorry, furball is digging his claws in the back of my hand. Makes it hard to concentrate. I dunno what else I was going to say, except this was a generally all alround good day and I have no major complaints. I can't wait to see all the stupid shenanigans that people did today. Kinda wish I could take part, but again, I'm the responsible one. In closing, I leave you with these words of wisdom.
O-O. Actually, I can't think of anything poignant and funny to say right now. Drink safely, I guess. ( but why would a 17 year old need to say that?!?)
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