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|Wednesday, December 7th, 2016|
Today I am going to defrost the fridge. The water line has not been working; it makes the noise it usually does when I trigger the water to administer, but nothing comes out, which makes me think it is frozen up. There has been a build up of frost in parts of the freezer as well.
Despite having fallen off from meditating with any regularity (only about 1-2 times a week now), my present-in-the-moment sense is still strong. That is something I will continue to keep in mind; if I notice it waning, I will get more serious about meditating again.
I want more time in the day:
15 minutes for meditating,
30 minutes for journaling,
30 minutes for reading,
1 hour for exercise,
1 hour for writing (song or other),
9 hours for sleep.
Each of us has a right to fit these into our daily life. That's half a day for ourselves, the other half for others. Where does the other half go? I'm thinking I need to start notating my day and see what's going on.
I continue to be a wage slave. I have yet to go through the budget in the past year, but I don't see how we manage with me quitting my job, not without serious sacrifices. We're not saving money now, and that's with me bringing in $1600 a month. The big thing is Beth would have to cut back on eating out, like almost 100%, make everything at home and take it in; this wouldn't be a problem since I would have the time not working. There would have to be other cutbacks as well. Again, I don't know if it's possible even with all that, not without moving into a smaller house, but I'm not ready for that sacrifice yet. We should receive a stipend with the adoption, but I don't want to rely on any of that because I want that to be free to spend it on the adopted children.
I need to order the camping gear today so that it will be here in time to included as Christmas presents. That is my goal today, along with defrosting and cleaning out the fridge.
|Tuesday, December 6th, 2016|
|revealing too much without revealing enough.
So yesterday I could tell I was suffering from sleep deprivation, and told myself I was going to get to bed early; instead it wasn't until after midnight. I ended up watching a movie called The Box after it being mentioned on the What On Earth Is Happening, which recommended it as an allegorical story about compliance and natural laws, and how our decisions come back around to us no matter how disconnected they might seem. I felt like they revealed too much about the main antagonist without revealing enough. They revealed so much that I thought it would go a lot further than it did; instead, I left feeling confused. Maybe I should read the short story it was based off. All-in-all an OK movie.
Then I ended up watching parts of a playthrough of The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past. This is easily one of my favorite games of all time, and I know the game in-and-out, so I guess the only reason I was watching was for nostalgia. I found myself shaking my head because many of the things the player was saying, even though he was my age and claimed to have played it as much as me as a kid, were inaccurate.
There's a Christmas song I've been wanting to finish writing in order to perform on Christmas Eve as part of the special prelude music at our church, but I'm having trouble finding the focus to finish it. It's from the point of view of Joseph speaking to Mary on the night Jesus is born, with focusing on being content and seeing the extraordinary in meager circumstances, which could ultimately be allegorical for the state of "Christmas" today, or perhaps what "Christmas" today seems to forget.
I need to get off to work. We have a rare training/meeting at 10:00am, so I'm going to go in to the office today. I plan to get some exercise afterwards (maybe have lunch first), and get Charlie going downstairs since I neglected that yesterday. And get to bed early!
|Saturday, December 3rd, 2016|
Journaling is a study. To study oneself, to see your own words outside of your head, give them permanence in time so that in the future you can look back and see how you may have changed, or may not have changed.
I found myself today questioning what meaning or purpose is there in my life, in life in general really. It's been a while since I asked this, but in every attempt of mine lately to break out and trasmute myself, I see only failure. The ills of the world are a symptom of the human psyche; even if we somehow get on top of them, the pattern will repeat itself.
The Kybalion teaches Polarity as a Principle of Natural Law, and that to change your own polarity you must focus on the extreme opposite that extreme you wish to suppress; so I know I should keep my attention on what I wish to become, what I wish to become of the world, and not the infinite hopelessness and aloneness that burden me today.
|Thursday, December 1st, 2016|
|discourse with the uninitiated.
The way I see it, we are disrupting a person's worldview, and a worldview is not easily shaken. Some understand the nature of truth, either consciously or subconsciously, and so understand the importance of a fluid worldview and the acquisition of knowledge and experience for the purpose of reshaping our worldview so that it is more in harmony with truth. Others don't seem to understand this, to understand that it is the only way to affect real change.
|Saturday, August 27th, 2016|
I haven't felt the need to journal the past couple months. Not sure why. Perhaps I was sounding like a broken record and was tired of hearing it. My efforts at working on myself have intensified, but I guess journaling hasn't been part of the process. I've been making a concerted effort to read every day. I guess the truth is I've been in passive/receiving mode, and not action/output mode.
I finally completed The Unbearable Wholeness Of Being, which was only 200 pages but pretty dense. I'm currently working on Marcus Arelius's Meditations, although I'm starting think it's more of a book you come back to and not necessarily you read through all at once, but I would at least like to get through it once. Next I plan to retry The Third Policeman. I've tried it a couple of times in the past but only gotten through like a third, but that was years ago.
Some things I've come to understand of late: The self-loathing, self-deprecating side of me is just another manifestation of my narcissism, my ego; it's something I'm beginning to accept about myself, to learn how to work with instead of fighting it. The devil aka Satan is just a personification of our own ego, the self-serving, self-protecting part of us, which leads us to hurt others for our own (apparent) needs. It is a necessary part of our growth but becomes a vestige in maturity, where we realize that our body is part of a larger body and must serve the larger body until it too becomes a vestige. This is what Jesus' 40 days in the desert following his baptism was about; the temptations he experienced came from within. The same error we see with looking for the devil outside ourselves is the same we make with God. Belief in God (or the logos or whatever name you want to give it) is no longer necessary once you understand its existence.
I've downloaded an app called Headspace and begun working 10 minutes of meditation into my day. I tried the 10-day free trial (I missed a couple of days so it took about 12 days to complete) and after almost 2 week break bucked up yesterday and got the subscription to continue for at least another month. I do feel like it's been a significant help in grounding me in the moment, quieting my mind so that I can fully (or as fully as possible) experience the world happening around me. What I've found most profound is toward the end of the exercise, after I've focused on physical sensations, and counting my breaths, when I'm just supposed to let me my mind run free, my mind goes completely silent, even if I couldn't get it to shut up earlier in the exercise. It goes to show the power we have in where our energy current goes -- we can either feed it into the machinery of the thinking mind, or elsewhere -- and that our thoughts are really not us (or our soul) but just an output of the machinery of our physical vessel.
I've found myself looking up at the clouds shifting on the blue sky with intense admiration, with a renewed child-like wonder. How much we think we know of the world and how little we really know of it. We are told in schools and books and by authorities what the clouds are, and so we leave it at that, that we have it all figured out, but it's all guess work, while some guesses tend to have more practicability than others. Once you fully grasp that all we perceive are nothing more than ego-centered interpretations and not true representations of what actually is ... well, let's just say I'm finding it easier to wonder at the world again.
|Sunday, June 26th, 2016|
I don't know. Favorite words. Where am I going? Seems hopeless. Can't get out of the rut. Can't figure out when to move my body. I know what to do, just hard to find the when. Need a routine. Can't get to bed early enough to get up early enough. Too much to do. Best to get the light cardio in first thing. Get the body moving. Can I make a difference? Is it my purpose? Am I surrounding myself with the wrong people? Do I need people that believe in me? It's a lonely station. Where do we go? Religion is bullshit.
|Monday, May 9th, 2016|
|where glory hides.
It gets easier to waste time with age. We get adept at passing time, as so much of mature age is spent waiting in lines, anticipating the next event, so much so perhaps that we forget to savor the moment. The present gets lost in the pressure between the memorial accumulation of the past and the broadening vision of the future. There is so much wonder left in the world that gets lost behind the stale facade of our perception. Only in our unknowing can we reclaim the present moment in all its glory.
Glory is a great word. Whatever it is, may we attain it.
|Sunday, May 8th, 2016|
Veganism has brought with it the greatest humility I have ever experienced. It's like I'm stuck with a secret that I don't want kept secret. I can't get anyone to see what I see. I lack the skills to work alchemy on others and awaken their consciousness.
I suppose I will just have to continue being an example, getting younger and maintaining youth, with minimal sickness, while everyone else's health erodes, with the expectation that that is just normal with age -- our bodies are not designed to break down over time, but instead get more seasoned, until one day our heart, in our sleep, runs out of beats -- while the earth continues to warm, shrivel, blacken.
Culture teaches that it's OK to exploit and kill some beings and not others. Culture is evil. Veganism is but an extension of the responsibility we have to take care of our greater family, which is all life.
|Saturday, April 30th, 2016|
What I wish I had known when I first went vegan.
Truth is always simple. Every animal on this planet has a narrow diet, comprising of one or two types of food, the composition of which is best suited for that animals' needs.
|Friday, March 25th, 2016|
|ocean of devotion.
I discovered a band in the past month called The Cloud of Unknowing. I love this band, and they haven't even recorded an album yet. It's two girls I think in their mid 20s and a bass celloist (although he is just there to round it out; the girls write the songs and sing), bluegrass, "freakfolk" I think I saw them describe themselves as. One plays the guitar and has an ethereal quality to her singing and personality as well as a traditional physical attractiveness, while the other brings more weight, singing the lower harmony, usually playing the banjo though sometimes the fiddle, and has a peculiar structure to her face that is not necessarily repulsive but certainly curious. They speak a strange tongue, one that makes sense to me lately, about waking people up to God's love and whatnot, and their lyrics tend to be abstract while occasionally echoing traditional lyrics that their music style harkens. They're like a pair of modern day gypsies, and would probably strike the old Salem boys as witches; heck, they even have a song called "Magick Brew".
In a video posted last summer that was ultimately the ethereal one asking for help to get her car fixed, she talks about experiences she's been having recently and says be creative, that creativity is an ocean of devotion. It's time I get serious about music.
|Tuesday, March 22nd, 2016|
|playing catch up.
When I start something, I have to finish it. I can't have a bunch of unfinished projects going on at once; it gets to be overwhelming and I'm not sure what to work on next, and for how long. So I'm working in figuring out this raised garden bed thing. I don't why it's taking me so long, but it is. I think I'm, like with most things, overcomplicating it. Anyway, I finally have a plan; well, except for the actual plants in going to put in it.
I still need to figure out fertilizer for the yard. And then a flower garden, or gardens, as I think Beth wants a spring bed and a fall bed. I don't know, but I'm getting tired on focusing on garden stuff. I'm sure it will be good for the kids to finally have a garden and growing some of our own food, but I'm ready to move on to matters I feel are more pressing. At this point I feel like I'm just playing catch up, learning skills I should have learned years ago, taking care of unfinished business before moving on to the next phase of my life.
|Saturday, March 19th, 2016|
|in the asphalt jungle.
I really hate traveling these days, especially when all you end up seeing is an asphalt jungle full of telephone poles. So much of what could be beauty is scarred by the lifeless terrain we impart.
I'm here in the car waiting for Boone to wake up from another impromptu nap. As usual, so much is racing through my mind that I have trouble focusing on topic to journal about.
I want to get serious about making more videos. I feel like I have a better handle about what I want the channel to be about. I had to let it go, in essence take time off, for a week, to figure it out, but I know to make it work I need to learn some basic Youtubing skills, specifically thumbnails and the end cards linking back to a previous video, and recording better audio-quality music. I also want to work on branding, setting up Instagram and Facebook, and getting active on Twitter. I have some t-shirt ideas to add to the vegan apparel world.
Speaking of which, I need to start replacing my shirt wardrobe with vegan shirts. Most of what I where now are shirts from the aquariums we've visited, and aquariums are bullshit. The only places worth visiting animals in captivity are sanctuaries, where animals wouldn't be able to survive in the wild, assuming those animals are eating plant-based. I'm ready to get in better shape and position myself as a good example of the lifestyle.
|Tuesday, March 15th, 2016|
Fucking beat. Time change really screwed me up, and I've been busting my ass on getting my to-do list done, for the most part. Sunday was the usual church, followed by a hockey game. Going to a sporting event really wipes me out. It's stimulation overload. It may have made more sense when I was eating animal products and all numbed with fat in the blood, but my ears hear so well now that I'm like, turn it down.
Yesterday I can't even remember. I felt like I got some stuff done. Oh, I did figure out a plan for the lawn, and measured to determine the approximate square footage of the lawn, and ordered some push up bars (to get more a range of motion with the push-ups) and some portable dip bars (which can be used for other activities, too). Today was lawn catch-up: I bought and applied preemergent herbicide and 400 lb. of lime for the first time in my 11 years of home ownership.
I think lawns are a waste of money and resources, and I would rather let it go and have the miss take over as it was already starting to. But I compromise with the wife and the HOA. It's at least a concession that I can now this lawn with a reel mower. Today's expenses were $60. I've ordered a soil testing kit from NC dept. of agriculture; they do not charge for soil testing, but I will have to pay the postage. Afterward will be time to fertilize; I'm not going to worry about seeds. Fertilizer I'm guessing will run another $40. I'm also considering spreading some compost, which would be $40. Depending on findings and how lawn responds, I may go another application of fertilizer in July and possibly lime, but I'd prefer to avoid the herbicide again until next year.
Next on deck is a establishing a vegetable garden and a flower garden. Flower garden I haven't looked into yet, but I have a good idea about the vegetable garden, and it looks like it will run around $200 to get it going.
All right, need to get to sleep. Sleep deprivation has been real lately.
|Friday, March 11th, 2016|
So back in January I started a YouTube channel that I had been toying with the idea of starting last summer. Actually I kind of did start it then, but I had it as an associated channel to my personal email, and the iPhone app wasn't allowing me to select which channel to upload videos, so then I deleted the associated channel and started using the one linked directly to my personal email, but by changing the name of the channel it also changed the name appearing on my personal emails I was sending. So I shut it down because I didn't like the videos I was posting anyway, which was just me talking about vegan things. It didn't make sense to post videos that I myself wouldn't want to watch.
So I put it off for months while I mulled it over, and tried to make sense of my part-time schedule, and adoption classes, and football addiction, and decided I was just going to restart the channel with music videos that included original songs. It has been going fairly well (I enjoy watching my own videos and have a few subscribers), but I'm struggling with finding the time to put into learning how to up the video editing game, namely planning shoots for the songs I've written that I feel need a treatment, and pulling video from other channels fir treatments that would require it, and recording better-mixed versions of the songs, and how to accurately lip sync to it (up until now I've just been live-performing the songs as the background audio track, or as the base video file when I want to include video of the performance, but it's limiting).
I'm not sure where to go from here. I suck in front of the camera, but maybe I'll improve with practice? Maybe if I edit it with jump cuts and music it will work better? I need to build a following if the channel is going to grow. I feel like maybe I should make videos about famous rock artists and if they are vegan or should be, or even just covers of their songs with me in a vegan t-shirt, and maybe that will attract some of their fans and convert some.
Or maybe I'm wasting my time with it and should look for action elsewhere. I just feel like everyone has something to share, a skill they've developed or talent, and songwriting (and to a degree performing) is all I really have. I guess I'm an OK writer, but I don't know what I would do with it. And rock music has been a catalyst for change in history, be it civil rights or gay rights, not to say I'm capable of providing that, but sometimes all it takes is one song to catch fire.
|Tuesday, March 8th, 2016|
|bloats and purges.
I've really been enjoying journaling the past few days. I feel like it's something of a meditation for me. I feel more centered and like I'm getting somewhere, just don't know where that somewhere is. If nothing else, I feel like it purges my mind of thoughts that have been lingering for a long time, so that I can finally move past them. (As an example I was glancing over some of my old entries last night and saw The Premonition Game entry; I remember I dwelled on that shit for years, but last night realized I had completely forgotten about it.) I suppose this is another means by which I am shedding the controls in my life.
Last Wednesday I got sick for the first time since fall of 2014, but like last time I'm not entirely convinced this was a sickness or my body taking care of some unfinished business, or in this case perhaps bad food combining. I woke up in the middle of the night with a bloated stomach, and when I would give off a small burp I could smell the contents of my stomach much like after one vomits. But I never got nauseous and was able to fall back asleep. The rest of he day I had intermittent diarrhea and water-fasted until 9pm to give my body a chance to de-bloat and flush out whatever was causing the problem. I was good to go the next day, but then yesterday (Monday) I had some more diarrhea, not quite as much, and without the bloating. Today I feel fine.
I do wonder if it was my body responding to unusual food choices: The Tuesday morning before the first bout I had a substantial amount of simple oatmeal (although I eat the same oats all the time in my waffle recipe, so it's not like the foods themselves were unusual). And then Sunday night I made sushi for the first time and ate a lot of it. I do find that since going whole-food plant-based my stomach is more sensitive -- or perhaps to put it another way, no longer has the tolerances built up for certain foods I no longer eat with frequency. For example, I can't eat a significant amount of tofu without problems. But Grace had similar stomach problems -- hers involved vomiting, but that could have been her reflux being stimulated, and then Beth had similar issues a day after my first bout, so the evidence is strong that I caught something.
Over the past month I've noticed that my appetite has diminished somewhat. I can go hours in the morning before eating, and there have been a few days now where I have only eaten two meals. I'd like to think this is my body coming more efficient with my current diet and not really needing as much, as everything I eat provides a bounty of nutrition. Of course my inconsistent exercising is probably slowing things down, too.
|Saturday, March 5th, 2016|
Hey, I'm back. Again. I always come back to you.
While I tend to think that I'm addicted to my phone, it's really just become a replacement to my computer, especially since the keyboard has died on my chromebook, and the MacBook I like to reserve for video editing or song recording -- and Beth is using it most of the time these days for photo editing, since she is starting her side business. Anyway, I've finally downloaded the LJ app, so maybe my addiction will lead to more journaling.
There's so much on my mind these days, I don't know where to start.
So maybe my addiction is more computer related. I think all of us are prone to addiction; in the natural world anything we would get addicted to would have been a good thing. Find a delicious fruit tree grove in season, that's nourishment and nutrition, so you binge until the fruit runs out. It's easy to kick an addiction when the source runs out.
I've never had a propensity for addictions to food or substances. The only drugs I've ever tried are cigarettes, alcohol, and marijuana. I was always too cheap to smoke marijuana with any frequency (I think I only spent money on it once, the rest was bumming from friends) or drink alcohol -- besides, I never liked how alcohol made me feel the next day, and knowing my family history with alcohol abuse and domestic violence, I have always been careful with myself.
Cigarettes I smoked rather frequently during my sophomore year in college and one or both of the surrounding summers. The most I remember smoking in a day was 5. It was pretty much a social thing. I never smoked alone, much like I never drank alone. I suppose maintaining drugs as a means of socializing helped me in not getting addicted to them (that and being stingy with money). In my awakening of sorts during my final two years of college, I decided I needed to look for more fulfilling ways to spend my time, and so I started to drift away from these things, and the friends I was in regular contact then didn't smoke, so I stopped buying them. I knew smoking them was stupid based on all we were taught in school. Public school brainwashes us significantly, but I can say at least this was beneficial.
And so it was easy for me to eliminate meat, dairy, eggs, and oils from my diet, once I got past the intense learning curve, despite my having consumed them daily, multiple times a day, for nearly 35 years. I'm exploring this because I'm trying to grasp why it was easy for me while others seem hopelessly addicted to these things.
There may be more to it. To acknowledge the truth about these substances (and that's what they are, as real human food is rich in fiber and carbohydrates and doesn't promote disease) is also to acknowledge the terrifying truth about society and the systems of control in place. Veganism is something of a gateway truth in that respect.
My addictions lie in limitless information and entertainment, on the Internet. I could spend hours watching YouTube videos or scrolling through my Facebook feed. With the Panthers loss in the Super Bowl, in which I was supremely confident that they would win, I cold-turkey ended that addiction of reading or watching anything sports-related online. Beginning in December I began to recognize that what I was doing was an addiction as all the energy I was investing was not being returned in personal development. With the Super Bowl loss I was fully awakened that it was all pointless. I'm not really sure what I'll do next season, but at this point I see myself reserving any engagement in it for purely social occasions.
I want new addictions. I want my addictions to be the things I need to do to develop and ultimately liberate myself, and in turn others (or at least learn if that's even possible): Exercise, writing, recording, making YouTube videos. I want to get back to a place where our addictions -- what we consume, how we celebrate, how we invest ourselves -- are for betterment, and not self-destruction.
|Saturday, November 7th, 2015|
|a few links.
It's already been more than a month since my last entry. Time zaps by too quickly these days.
I've been doubting the benefits of journaling lately. I feel like all I am doing is recording a few links in the infinite chain of my thoughts. The thoughts passing through right now are no more pertinent than the ones that passed earlier today, or will pass as I lie in bed trying to doze off. But here they are.
These are strange times for me. I'm wondering if creating a vision book might do me good. I could rant more about veganism, or the rampant ignorance that is the absence of veganism, but I want to create a social media presence where such ranting might actually be of benefit to someone. In recent days I feel like I've come somewhat to peace with it, let it go, whatever, probably as a defense mechanism, because it's paralyzing.
It's been close to two weeks since I last exercised. I need to get serious about it; I need to be a good example of this lifestyle. My body is holding on to a decent amount of belly fat still; since I was in my mid-30s when I cut out the poisons, it is probably going to make my body two-to-three years to recalibrate itself. I want a six-pack; I don't care how flat it is, I just want to see the definition of my abs for the first time.
So, from what I can tell, men shaving their chest and back is the norm? None of the men in my family did this (that I remember). For a while I thought it was just something underwear models and professional swimmers did. I guess women can stop complaining about shaving their legs, because imagine shaving your back! Cultural conditioning makes us look like genetic retards. Women shouldn't have to shave, and neither should men. It's all about what we're used to seeing. Once upon a time, people started wearing leaves over the dongs, likely due in part to our innate rapist tendencies, and now nakedness is taboo. But we have to shave the hair off our bodies that we're already hiding? Groovy.
|Sunday, September 27th, 2015|
|the things i have to look forward to.
In looking at my recent series of posting, I must appear a headcase. I'm trying to get my head around this whole narcissism thing, because it seems to fit. Do I not care what others feel? I stopped caring what other people thought of me a long time ago, or at least have tried to. It seems to me a self-defense thing; to be your own man (or woman), you can't let others compel you down certain paths; you can only care what you think of yourself. Does the way you live your life fit within your values? What are your values?
When I hear certain stories (for example, the "It's not your fault" scene from Good Will Hunting always jerks tears), my emotions are stirred; that has to be empathy. But throughout the general course of the day, my focus is on getting tasks done. Consoling is just a means of getting past an obstruction.
Lately I've had to extend not caring what others think to everyone, including those closest to me, because they don't agree with veganism, although they accept it, and support it only so much to quell my issues with carnistic behavior, but no more. I care about personal health -- my health, my children's health, the health of those I love -- and well being. I care about the environment, and our relationship with it, and the other creatures on this planet that have as a right to be here and live out their lives as nature intended as we do, and how destroying these things only serves to destroy ourselves as we depend on them for our survival. I care that injustice is righted. This has left me in a very lonely place.
Beth's grandmother suffered from severe rheumatoid arthritis and type 2 diabetes and ultimately died of congestive heart failure. These are all diseases of diet. Her grandfather on the same side died of a heart attack. If they followed a plant-based diet they would not only still be alive today but still living life, getting out, having adventures. An argument I heard when I first went vegan was, well, my parents/grand-parents ate the same way and lived well into their 90s. But what was their quality of life leading up to their death? While it may turn out that I only live a few months longer than you, what will my quality of life be compared to you those last 5, 10, 20, even 30 years. My quality of life is better today. My quality of life is better today that my quality of life was two years ago -- so much more energy, mental clarity, smashing in the food without fear of gaining weight. People are suffering and don't even realize it. 100% of autopsies in 10-year-olds found them to have early stages of heart disease -- fatty streaks in the arteries. 100%! The vast majority of men in their 20s have been shown to already have large build ups of plaque in their arteries. This is where all chronic disease starts.
Over the next ten years, Beth's dad, if he doesn't start cutting out the animal products, will experience a severe health issue -- either a heart attack like his dad or some chronic disease like his mom had. Dementia or some other disease will start setting in to her mom. Beth will get cancer in the next 20-30 years. Many of the people I'm growing to love at church will die of heart disease or cancer. These are the things I have to look forward to. All I see around me is disease, all of which can be prevented, and no one is willing to listen.
|Saturday, September 26th, 2015|
I know what I need to do. But can I get consistent, disciplined? I think I'm inching my way there.
I suffer from narcissism. It's hard to understand that someone who is usually down on himself would be a narcissist. Personally I believe a lot of depression is really misdiagnosed narcissism. How much did my parents fuck me up that I don't know about?
Yeah, I'm definitely a narcissist. Here I am thinking about myself when Beth's grandmother passed away last night. Best grandmother I ever had.
Taken from Wikipedia: "... the strategy is to help them identify how to utilize their unique talents and to help others for reasons other than their own personal gain. This is not so much to change their self-perception of their "entitlement" feeling but more to help them empathize with others." I have trouble feeling empathy? That may be accurate.
Yes, this explains a lot. I'm a strange beast.
|Friday, September 25th, 2015|
I have a little time, feel like I should write something, but am at a loss.
The week's been a waste. I haven't gotten anything done, and haven't done much learning with Boone besides a little bit on Monday. Beth and I had our first foster-certification class this past Saturday, first of five consecutive Saturday classes. Then Beth had a photoshoot Sunday after church, and then there was the Panthers game. I don't get as much done during NFL season, especially if the Panthers are relevant, because I find myself too easily distracted by all the talk.
I'm somewhat of a paradox with that. The NFL is a corrupt, in-the-grand-scheme-of-things-irrelevant thing, one that I don't wish to financially support in any way, but I find a guilty pleasure in the drama and fan smacktalk. Even when the Panthers are abysmal, it's fun to listen to fans vent and voice our shared frustrations with eloquent precision. Several years ago I was into college football, though didn't really have a team (sort of rooted for the Gamecocks), but it's difficult for me to (sports-)hate players when they are not being well compensated for that hate. I am glad there is a playoff now, and maybe when, if ever, they expand it to eight teams and allow some of the small conferences a chance to win a championship -- i.e., end the elitism -- I'll get back into it, but I can't see myself ever getting into it as much as the NFL, because the (sports-)hate is the major part of the enjoyment.
And that's what happens. I get distracted. If I took that time to get little bits here, little bits there done, I might get somewhere in life. I gave up on this week somewhere halfway through. Tomorrow will be a fresh start. Everyday's a new chance to start over. Get to bed on time tonight. On nights I work I should just cut it off at 9:30 and get ready for bed.
I wonder if I'm allowing this journal to become a distraction. I need to get thoughts out; I think journaling is important to self-exploration. But there are other manners at self-exploration that I may be neglecting. And am I just using this another excuse not to get shit done?