Too Young to Blog?

This evening I posted something on the Community Pool – one of my more recent posts entitled ‘Karma’s a B*tch, Right?‘ I love the opportunity to meet new people and I was really pleased that I had the time to read through the other links that appeared.

One of the first comments I received was from a girl who chastised me for swearing. It was obvious that she was very young, I’d guess about 11 or 12 years old, and in an effort to be polite and humour her I explained why I had used the offensive word in that particular context and the connotation that it had. Continue reading

A True Inspiration

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I have avoided writing anything about Nelson Mandela up until this point as I feel that I won’t be able to do his legacy any justice. I have been lucky to have lived a privileged life without fear of hatred or predjudice and can’t possibly comprehend the atrocities that he and his people have witnessed and have tried to avoid jumping on the proverbial bandwagon.

However, as I sit here watching his funeral, I was moved by the outpouring of love for what was an extraordinary man, who lived an extraordinary life.

It isn’t often that we are able to witness the impact that one individual can have on the world. I remember his release from prison and his election as President and in my lifetime I remember endless reports of the happiness and hope that he brought to people all over the world. Mandela was adored by everyone who met him and was treated with the same reverence that would normally be reserved for the highest religious leaders. He had a single message – that everyone, regardless of race, should be treated as equals – and his ability to love and forgive and his wish for a better world should be a message that remains with us all.

Rest In Peace Mandela.

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Celebrity Death Jokes

What will it take to get a Beatles reunion? Two bullets.

On Friday, an old acquaintance that I used to work with lost his older brother, who had been fighting a rather aggressive brain tumour for the last 15 years. I heard the news via Facebook, when my friend posted an old picture of his family, along with a beautiful message that made me cry. He was clearly a fighter. I, along with several hundred others, sent him a message of condolence.

I’ve never met his brother. If I’m being truthful, I didn’t even know he had a brother, let alone a brother that was fighting a serious illness. However, it didn’t stop me from feeling sympathy for him – I have two younger sisters and despite having a very complicated relationship with them I couldn’t possibly imagine what life would be like if something happened to one of them.

What’s the opposite of Christopher Reeves? Christopher Walken.

On Friday a helicopter crashed into a pub in Glasgow. To date, nine people have lost their lives. It’s an extremely tragic situation and my heart goes out to all of those involved and their families. Messages and donations have been pouring in from all over the world and service crews are still working hard to recover any further bodies that may still be in the rubble of the building.

Yesterday morning I awoke to the news that Paul Walker, star of the ‘Fast and the Furious’ film franchise, had been killed in a horrific car crash.

At only 40 years old, he was, by all accounts, in his prime. He was a father, had developed a successful career, was a passionate marine biologist and dedicated lots of his time with his humanitarian aid team, REACH OUT worldwide to offer his help in places such as Haiti and Chile. In fact, he had just left a charity event for the victims of Typhoon Haiyan when his car crashed and burst into flames, killing him and his friend, Roger Rodas. Roger was a successful businessman, working at the Bank of America for twenty years. He was also active within several charities, loved racing and co-owned a car repair shop with Paul.

Paul Walker dies at 40? I’d say at least 95.

Over recent years the news of a death of a celebrity often follows a particular pattern that I find quite disturbing. After the death is announced, social media sites will generally trend with heartfelt messages. Montage – based YouTube videos are uploaded. Collages are created, usually made up of still from their most famous films. After a while silly, antagonistic messages start to creep in – usually these are childish statements that are designed to upset the younger generations who haven’t yet learnt to ignore the trolls. Messages that were meant to express a feeling of sympathy become viscious arguments. Finally, the jokes begin, because the notion of celebrity almost creates a ‘no holds barred’ image – their lives, and their deaths, have become public property, and I find this extremely sad.

What’s the difference between February and Amy Winehouse? February makes it to 28!

While I am usually able to shrug lots of things off, it is this aspect of humanity that is one of my biggest annoyances. The irony of the way in which Paul Walker died was not lost on me, but at no point do I feel it is appropriate to start telling jokes about it and today I’ve witnessed some really disgusting messages. I never met him or Mr Rodas, in the same way that I had never met my friend’s brother. However, I wonder what the reaction would have been if I sent a message to my friend that mocked the way in which his brother died, or if I’d have tweeted the families of those lost in the helicopter tragedy with a joke.

What it is important to remember is that each person is a human being, regardless of their status. Paul Walker may have been famous, but his daughter will spend this Christmas without her father, and instead of sending ridiculous messages to each other we need to treat it with the appropriate respect.

Some people should be ashamed of themselves…

 

Strange Dreams

It’s 4am and I’m wide awake. The Bloke is snoring next to me and Wobbly is asleep between my feet. I’ve just started to hear birdsong, I think.

I hate it when this happens. I feel a little spaced out as I had some really strange dreams last night that scared me a little, so I’ve resorted to blogging to try and calm my brain down. My brain has a habit of constantly processing information in situations like this and I have an unfortunate tendency to overthink things.

I’ve always had vivid dreams that often take place in weird and wonderful locations and I become involved in situations that make no sense with any connection of my actual life. I often remember them the next day and sometimes write them down in an effort to make sense of them. For example, I once had an extremely long dream that I was in the graveyard near the house that I grew up in (that I haven’t seen for nearly thirteen years)  and I was under attack from a rather scary army of New Zealanders. I had to convince them that I was one of them or they would kill me. Even more strange is the fact that I’ve never been to New Zealand and don’t know anyone from there. In the same week I found myself hosting a party in the Arizona desert (which I’ve never visited). I’ve had dreams where I’ve been able to fly and breathe under water, I’ve been friends with celebrities, I’ve fallen in love with a man I’ve never seen before, I’ve suddenly become fluent in languages that I can’t speak and I’ve even been on stage, performing in a play that I can’t remember any of the lines for.

A recurring set of dreams that I have involve my job. One of my most frequent occurrences is that I’m in a school that I don’t know, I can’t find my timetable and my computer isn’t working. I am panicked because I know that the students are waiting and I am followed around by an angry member of staff who is yelling at me for my lack of organisation. Another is that I’m in a classroom with the kids and they won’t stop talking.

The worst are the ones in which I lose someone important. These usually panic me and involve phonecalls the next day to check everything is ok.

What about you? Do you have vivid dreams?

Karma’s a B*tch, Right?

ImageSomething that wasn’t particularly nice happened to someone I know at the end of last week. They didn’t come to any physical harm – they weren’t hurt in any way – but their life has now been turned upside down because of this event. And you know what? I was secretly really pleased.

I am a bad person.

At one point in my life I really needed their support – I was experiencing an extremely traumatic time and this person had the ability to stop it. They didn’t. To make matters even worse, they added fuel to the fire and took great delight in doing so. Consequently, when I heard about what had happened, my insides did a little happy dance and my first thought was ‘Karma’s a b*tch.’

I am a really bad person.

The concept of Karma originated in ancient India and features in Hindu, Jain, Buddhist and Sikh religious philosophies. The eastern interpretation generally focuses on the idea of cause and effect, although this is widely argued between the different religions. In the western world, the term has been generally adopted to symbolise the term ‘what goes around comes around,’ in which a person’s actions, good or bad, will result in consequences for that particular person.

ImageThe issue of religion and spirituality is usually something that I try to avoid. Life is cruel, and all too often bad things happen to good people (one of the many reasons why I am quick to dismiss certain elements of religion), but I believe that everyone is entitled to have faith in whatever they choose and should be allowed to do so without fear or judgement or retribution. However, every so often I see examples of karmic retribution, both positive and negative, that do make me question the idea of a higher power:

An acquaintance once told me a story that had happened to her neighbour. She lived in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina and was extremely lucky that her house had managed to survive relatively unscathed. A few weeks after the hurricane hit, she returned from a weekend away to find that her house had been ransacked and her possessions stolen, including sentimental things that her children had given to her. She was devastated, but there was very little that could be done amidst the chaos that had ensued in the aftermath of the hurricane, so she did her best to clean up the house and carried on with her life. In her back garden was a pool that had been filled with debris from the disaster and looked like thick black sludge, so a while after the robbery she paid for contracters to come and clean it up as it was becoming a health hazard. At the bottom of the pool was a dead man and a bag that contained her possessions and those of another household. It turns out that the man had deliberately come to New Orleans to take advantage of the looting that had ensued. The police concluded that he had fallen into the pool and drowned because it was dark and he couldn’t see where he was going.

But was this karma? Did the man get what was coming to him in a ‘what goes around’ fashion? Was his death something that he deserved, or was it simply bad luck? If he hadn’t been in the house to rob it in the first place then he wouldn’t have fallen into the pool. What I do know is that I certainly wouldn’t wish anybody dead.

When researching this post I came across this article on spritiualnow.com, that listed the Dalai Lama’s instructions for life. It was so inspiring in the fact that it was simple and makes perfect common sense and I wanted to share it with you all.

Image1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.

3. Follow the three R’s:

–  Respect for self,
–  Respect for others and
–  Responsibility for all your actions.

4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.

6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great relationship.

7. When you realise you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

8. Spend some time alone every day.

9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.

10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.

12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.

14. Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.

15. Be gentle with the earth.

16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.

17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

19. If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.

20. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

Perhaps the lesson, if indeed there is a lesson to be learned, is that life is what we make it. Regardless of religious beliefs, I like the idea that if you work hard and are a good person, good things will happen.

karma-owned-revenge-2Here’s where you get the chance to contribute:

Have you experienced what you consider to be karma, good or bad? Do you know anyone who has?
What is your opinion of karma? Do you believe in it’s existence?

I’d love to know what you think!

Note: this is not an opportunity to attack different religions – any comments that are offensive, rude, abusive towards myself or others or preach at me will be sent straight to the trash…

Happy Blogging!!

Picture 1: keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk
Picture 2: funnyjunk.com
Picture 3: thechive.com
Picture 4: ouchmagazine.com

First World Problems

Is your phone battery dying, but your charger is on the other side of the room? Is your cleaner running late? Do you struggle to hear the TV whilst eating crunchy snacks? Have you eaten too much lunch and are feeling too tired to work in the afternoon?

Life is tough.

This morning I was watching Sweet Genius, a programme that is reguarly shown on The Food Network. A contestant didn’t like what she had produced and so threw it in the bin and then became hysterical because her cake hadn’t turned out in the way that she had hoped. Continue reading

Things to Be Thankful For

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I refrained from writing these thoughts down on my blog and instead made a list in my notebook to be saved for a later date as I felt that perhaps this post was a little early and these reflections should be saved for New Year (and the realisation that all my American and Canadian friends would be doing the same in a few weeks during Thanksgiving, which we don’t celebrate here in the UK), but yesterday I read an absolutely gorgeous post by Dara from The Clearout about the birth of his baby girl and it tipped me over the edge (in a literary sense – please check out ‘Want To Change the World?’ – I reblogged it.) Suddenly the small list had turned into a five-page epic and I was desperate to collate them all on here to share with you.

My initial opening sentence was going to be ‘This year has been a difficult one‘ and when reflecting on the events of the last ten months as a proverbial ‘big picture’ I suppose it has. I have been so focussed (focused? I’m still confused) on the negative aspects of life that I often forget to pause and give thanks for the continuously good things. These are the things that I think most of us forget to be grateful for. Continue reading

I Am The Honey Badger, Hear Me… What Noises Do Honey Badgers Actually Make?

Yesterday, I read a fabulous post by one of my favourite bloggers. That EJ over at the Whimsical Eclecticist discussed the concept of adopting the honey badger ‘don’t give a sh*t’ approach to life and after reading it I was so inspired I had to resist the urge to run outside and yell “I AM THE HONEY BADGER” as loud as I could. (Please check out the post if you can, I absolutely promise it will be worth your time!!)

It made me think about the importance that we put on the opinions of those around us and how we allow these to affect our confidence, self-esteem and even influence the decisions that we make about our lives. Continue reading

Seven Good Things For The Day

Those of you who follow my blog regularly will have noticed that my recent posts have been a little more on the negative side. I’m not ashamed in admitting that things have been tough – The Bloke and I have not been as great with each other as we usually are, the building work still continues, The Bloke’s place of work is going through major changes which has left us questioning potential issues that we haven’t had to consider before, Daisy (the cat) is still a regular (and expensive) visitor to the vets while we are trying to adjust her insulin levels and to top it all off I’ve had an awful bout of flu that has knocked me out for almost a week.

Yesterday I received a comment from somebody who has always been extremely supportive of the blog, in which he listed all the different ways in which I was very lucky. While I reserve the right to use my blog to discuss my feelings, both positive and negative (indeed this was the reason for starting the blog in the first place), he made me think about things in a slightly different way. Yes, things have been tough and will continue to be for some time, but I’ll deal with things as I usually do and eventually things will be fine. Continue reading

Bridget Jones: Mad About The Plot

imageIt was 11am and I was hanging out of the lounge window, smoking a cigarette. My head was pounding from the consumption of my entire bodyweight in Sambuca shots the night before and my feet were swollen and sore from the ridiculously high heels that I had insisted on wearing, despite knowing that I would only last half an hour in them before I had to take them off. I had make-up smeared down my face, my hair was creating it’s own style and had managed to stick up all over the place at the back and to finish the whole ensemble I was sporting my enormous blue ‘Winnie The Pooh’ dressing gown. Gorgeous. I heard the door open and in walked one of my nine flatmates (I lived in a flat of ten at my university Halls of Residence). He’d been up early and was returning from the gym, as he always did at the weekend. He looked at me, smiled and said:

“Morning Bridget!” Continue reading