Sunday, April 29, 2007

Unlearning

It's late/ early so I won't write much, but I was thinking about how so many problems people deal with come from misinformation they learned during development. People that have low self esteem LEARNED those ideas. People that have poor work ethic LEARNED that behavior. People who have violent tempers LEARNED this expression of emotion... Wouldn't it be fabulous if therapist could actually help us UN-learn those things. I, myself, am aware of a lot of ideas and behaviors I learned growing up that are now hindrances. And I'd happily learn over those thoughts if I could just re-write on my brain, like you can do with floppy disks- you know, simply erase the old patterns and save the new ones in my memory so that that was what I recalled next time I was looking for ... But, unfortunately, it's far FAR more difficult to UN-learn things, especially as an adult, after we've built up such strong neural connections. But what if... Just what if we could USE intense learning style theory to RETEACH those things that we didn't get right the first time??? I wonder if somehow it would make the process easier or more effective if it were presented in a way that our minds could process the information- tailored specifically to our minds needs. I wonder... That would be neat!
Oh, one other thing, If we didn't set out to make others happy, but just went about our lives, accepting that they would feel what they felt and all we should do is our best... I wonder if that would cause relationships to be less stressful. I know that in my past relationships, so many of them failed because they wanted to make me better or happy, and that's really impossible. My brain's chemistry has far more say over what I feel and when, and when nothing they did could change my brain chemistry there was frustration and arguments, but what if they had just recognized that they could only do their best and then let the rest be as it would be??? Would that have at least made it all less angry or agonizing.
I was asked if there was any sign of my condition (BiPolar Disorder) when I was little, and the funny thing is that I guess I don't really know for sure. I know that those around me always said what a happy child I was, and how aptly I was named... but then I have memories of wanting to hide away from the rest of the world too. It was like a swing, I suppose, that starts out slowly rocking back and forth and then gradually moves into a tall parabola. It's really hard to know for sure though because I have no empirical evidence. I have always had this habit of journaling erratically. Sometimes, days in a row, and sometimes I wouldn't write for months at a time, and then it would usually be when I was in a strong swing. I have very few entries where I in an objective mind frame. My "associate" thinks if I journaled every day it would help me get a better idea of what my experience is. I know he's right, but it's so hard to UN-learn the pattern I've set... I'll try though, it's just gonna take a little time, I'm sure.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Skender VLog

Voila... My first attempt at recording, and editing my own movie... if anyone sees it feel free to leave comments... but remember to be constructive!


Skender and attempting to set up to make my movie...

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Bound to Happen

Well, once more I feel like I am the worst human being on the face of the earth. Death or self-harm seems like the only thing that could possibly give me penance. But all I did was be human... feelings are just like life... unpredictable and transient. And yet spurned by the state of being mortal, I feel the rage of another. Love, like a creature in constant metamorphosis, never stays the same. It grows, it changes, it waxes and wains like an emotional tide, but do we have control over the waves that shake the heart? Being bathed in churning water certainly feels like I'm a passive player, but I'm held accountable for the movement of the tides as though I were Diana herself.
Wanting so badly to hold friendship dear, rather than let it slip away, I spoke, and because I didn't 'speak sooner', I fend myself from this wrath and indignation. Would it really have mattered? Wouldn't there be some other reason for loathing vexation? I'm damned. Perhaps if I were better, smarter, prettier, I would have known what to do...

Waxing Philosophical

Life
What is it? How does one define the concept of life? Is it autonomy? Is it a sense of self preservation? What is life? And does the definition matter? Systems... a system doesn't need it's parts to be defined to function so long as those undefined parts do whatever task it is they are set to do.
Rise and fall, beginning and end, nonsense in a timeless expanse. Eternal flowing has no start or finish only the constant motion of change. But what drives the movement? What keeps the everlasting rhythm in time? What metronome give a beat to the universal waltz? And is the pace ever constant? Are we the pace makers?

Life...
The word holds so much power. Such significance in a single syllable. Humanity, kindness, joy, pain, experiences, brief, temporary, blessing and curse... all subjective based upon a single factor... the ego. Is the ego what life is? What is life? Why is it important. It IS important, at least, to me, but why?! Is it simply because I have been bludgeoned with messages that tell me so for the entirety of my existence? I was going to try and imagine if I were raised in a culture that life wasn't treated as important, but I couldn't fathom such a thing. If life were not valued on some primal level, what would be the drive to eat, drink, move? Would creatures bother to lift up their heads after birth if there was no value to life? Simply unfathomable. And I have thought at times that life had no value, but only fleeting times, otherwise I'd not be here writing this.

Life...
Continuous though undefined. That's the way things work. No need for definitions, things, all things go on. It is only a feeble attempt to simplify the complex nature of all things. The human mind cannot comprehend the world without trying to categorize, simplify. So many things... 'things', such a vague word, a word that by it's essence categorizes all into one group... but isn't that the whole point of language? It attempts to simplify life, experience, so as to find a way to connect with other entities and communicate thoughts and ideas that we really have no clue as to whether we actually successfully convey those thoughts.

I suppose I need sleep. Too much time thinking...

Friday, April 20, 2007

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I always get this way! When ever I have something super important that I need to get done, my mind turns to scrambled eggs. Senior project due Monday at 4pm... percentage done??? ???!!! I feel like I'm going in circles in my head about where to begin, when I'm sure if I just started somewhere it would work itself out fine. Well, I have the weekend, right? So I needn't worry, right? That's what got me where I am... Time has a way of fooling with my mind. What seems close at hand takes an eternity to come, and what seems the distant future is at my door before I've even breathed.
Friend of mine is taking an oral interpretations class. What I wouldn't give to be doing his assignments instead of facing mine. Drama, I miss all of that. I miss memorizing lines and then giving them life.
Alright, a nap and then on to my monstrous task.
adieu

Sunday, April 15, 2007

First Video Post

Learning to upload movie files.




Chris shows me how to make and post videos.

A new blog space

A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step,
(so don't trip)