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Why are we all so STRESSED OUT?

It gives me some small comfort that pretty much everyone I know is on drugs.  Prescribed medications, of course.  Mostly.  I even joke that we should have someone at the door where I work, standing to the side like a WalMart greeter.  I envision them holding a platter with colorful pills of blue, yellow, pink and green, offering whichever flavor the incoming customer prefers.  It would just make everything so much easier if EVERYONE were on medication.

That said, when did we all become so stressed out?  Mental illness has been around for eons and ages.  People have been axe-murdering each other since forever ago.  But I have to wonder if it wasn’t television that gave us all the big boot into modern day neurosis.

From what I’ve read and in my own non-professional understanding, back before World War II we didn’t all realize that the guy next door could potentially be a serial killer.  We were all sort of content to smile at one another and believe the best in our neighbors.  Once war images started being televised, society realized that there was some ugly stuff going on in the world.  Not that we were really oblivious to the dark side of life, but maybe not aware of its reality on such a large, worldwide scale.

Nowadays it seems everyone is on something just to handle the craziness of everyday life, and social media isn’t making it any easier to maintain one’s sanity.  Seems like any stupid thing you do might be subject to millions of viewers on YouTube if you happen to be in the vicinity of someone with a cell phone, which – let’s face it – is pretty much everyone.  And the constant play by play of a life can wreak havoc on the mental condition of anyone.

My advice in a crazy mushed up world?  Think about what you WANT, and remember what you’ve already DONE.

* Think of the best case scenario for the day and hold that image in your mind.  Yesterday, for example, I was feeling punky, and I imagined myself out on a lake, just floatin’ on a boat.  Improved my mood immediately!  Did I get to go out on the lake?  No.  But seeing myself there made my body relax and set my mind at ease, so that I was better able to deal with what was right in front of me.

There are waayyyy too many of these kind of lists:  “I should have”; “I ought to”; “I didn’t”.  We all beat ourselves up over the littlest of things, because there are always so very many things to be doing.

* Keep a journal (I use an old unwanted book someone was tossing out, and use colorful Sharpie markers to write all this down) for your new lists.  In one column or page write the things you’d like to accomplish for the day:  Grocery Shopping, Pick up Dry Cleaning, Wash the Car, etc.  In the other column or page, write down what you actually accomplish that day.  Include little things like: Treated myself to lunch on the river.  Took the dog for a long walk.  Finished that short story I’ve been putting off.  Washed some dishes.  Took a long bath. bubbles 3

We tend to berate ourselves for things we DON’T accomplish instead of praising ourselves for the many things we do without thinking about it.  Try to remember and include all the awesome things you took care of today.

Will this increase your performance and efficiency?  I don’t care!  The fact is, being nice to yourself will probably give you a longer life expectancy than beating yourself up over a less than perfectly organized house.

Just my thoughts on how to be Accidentally Happy with just a little effort.

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Inmates Sue Beer, Wine Companies Claims Alcohol Led To Crimes

wow. what ever happened to this thing called LOGIC? or COMMON SENSE? or PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT ASSHOLES AND TRY TO BLAME EVERYONE ELSE FOR ALL THEIR SHORTCOMINGS. (this includes YOU lawyer!!!)

a posse of cats

i posted this picture in the middle of the night, when i was supposed to be dreaming of Jake Gyllenhaal.  i thought i’d comment on the picture.

my cats are fairly typical – they believe they rule the world, and we bill-payers are mere minions enslaved to do their evil bidding.  one thing that is common among our four cats is this paper obssession.  they all love paper (do all cats?) and i bring home packing paper from work that would just be recycled.

you’d think i’m bringing home gold bars from Fort Knox.  as soon as i put it down one of the furballs is lying on the whole batch.  and then i tear it into sections, and place the new, crisp and krinkly paper in its correct places; the basket shown here, another basket (the cat’s are constantly in and out of these and sleep the day away curled up like Red Riding Hood’s treat for grannie), several half boxes the lazy creatures lounge in, and the cave of wonders.  this is an oversized Toys R Us bag that is STUFFED with paper.  our boy cat goes in here and takes a very loud, very long, very thorough bath in the midst of loud krinkly rustling.  it’s fairly hilarious.

so yeah, this is one of the cats – Doodle (our neurotic shape-shifter) trying to pay attention to something when she’s really possibly hung over

lil miss punkin’ (accidental happiness, stardate: May 2012)

out on a shooting spree a few weeks ago.  (of the photo type, not the gun-toting)

i found it completely charming and unexpected to come across this little pumpkin goddess in the middle of May.  very adorable!

kooky machine man

i’m kind of waiting for this guy to stick his tongue out

shocked & distressed wall

The Hungry Tree

i love the random interestingness of life.  we are taught to think and use our logical minds; to pay attention to what our egos tell us, and usually follow what is logical and makes rational sense.

but there are so many wondrous, magical moments that can be missed if we live only by the schedule, clock, and calendar.  we can plan our lives down to the second, and never think to factor in magic, spontaneity, happenstance or random blessing.

last week, when it had finally gotten good and cold here (bleh) we had a warm day, and i wanted to go out shooting pictures while i could still stomach the weather.  i threw on my coat and headed a few blocks over for some quick shots.  i hadn’t pre-planned on shooting that day, and it certainly wasn’t how i was expecting to spend a day off.  i have a house to clean, a book that needs to be edited, and a box of creative mish-mash to sort through.  i don’t have time for this extra hour roaming through the streets.

but, if i hadn’t followed my gutt instinct, i would have missed out on this, most rare of all photos; the coveted sighting of The Hungry Tree!:

 

you just never know what is coming your way…

and that is the fun of living

live it, love it

this year i hope to live my life, instead of wasting time telling myself i should be doing something other than what i’m doing.  i give myself house points for passion, not for scolding.

 

kinda gwumpy in da mornin

lately when i get up and out of bed, i sorta feel like,

fishing from beyond

If I were to try to do something beyond the grave, it wouldn’t be fishing.  It would be something I love, like having sex, or watching Twilight Zones, or trying to eat other people’s food even though I’m dead and I really can’t enjoy the flavors anymore.  Fishing isn’t really my thing.  But apparently there is someone on my morning walk who is still trying to get his fly on.

Last year I noticed a fishing line, draped passionately over a telephone wire.  Of course, if you are the average, boxed-in type thinker, you will just assume someone got their line caught while casting off.  I’m sure that is frustrating.  I, however, immediately thought that someone had been called away to heaven, and despite the happiness one might have when realizing you are going UP instead of the other direction, this recently vacanted being wanted to hang on to his fishing pole and get in one last catch.

It seems he was successful in convincing the authorities that he should stay around a little bit longer, and guard the waters, or continue plucking fishies from their homes, whichever he is capable of in his newly ghostly state.  I’m calling him Fisherman Bill.  Here are some shots of him I think you’ll like: