I used to have this childish thing I would do where I would imagine myself in opposing circumstances and ask myself which would I pick (if I could choose), over the other. It was always a comparison between two crude scenarios. Strictly hot or cold stuff. No lukewarm loopholes. A choice had to be made.
An example, is whether I would prefer to be blind or be deaf. Or if I would prefer to never be able to walk or have no hands. Or if I would prefer to be beautiful and dumb, or intelligent and culturally ugly. The list goes on.
I can’t explain why or when I started doing this. I can only attempt to reason.
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Not a traditional post
This isn’t something I usually do with y’all but who makes the rules anyway? Me. I do. And I wanted to share.
So I’ve been watching quite a few shorts on Vimeo recently due to the lull in my regular shows coming back to broadcast (too many of them take the Christmas break too seriously, why am I waiting a month for a new episode?!) and wanted to share with you my top 10 best. In all honesty I have so much more than 10 favourites, but I’m aware of the fact that anything more than 10 video links for folk to watch can be a bit overwhelming. Maybe I’ll come back and share the rest later.
This week I decided to spice up my twitter timeline a little, inspired by Teju Cole’s infamous Small Fates series. I remember reading them at the time and wondering how anyone managed to pack so much emotion and drama into 140 characters. It was pure brilliance. So I decided to challenge myself and see what I could do.
It really just started as a test to see if I could do a few general stories and make them sound even marginally coherent. But as I came to the end of my first bunch on Monday morning, I thought ‘Yolo’, and decided to carry on for the rest of the week every morning. It was a nice distraction from the predictable rages of the morning commute and a good challenge.
In terms of difficulty, at first it was quite difficult to come up with several stories in the space of 30-40 minutes, but I found the more I did them, the easier it became. Continue reading
This post is literally what it says on the tin. I’ve been busy recently and I haven’t really had time to structure a new post in my usual way, but I still wanted to share a few unsophisticated thoughts, observances and small small shade.
Area one : Life-changing realisation
My ‘life-changing’ realisation is the beauty and importance of quality time with yourself in silence. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately by technology to the point it was making me irritable, not because I resented those I was communicating with, rather the method we were using. I began to feel like a crack addict who desperately wants to give it all up but doesn’t know how. I realised that I didn’t even know how to sit in silence without a computer on, show playing, phone pinging/ringing for more than a few minutes. I’d start reading a book, but then I’d be checking my phone, then I’d get into a conversation, and the time I had appointed for book reading alone would be swallowed up before I knew it. Frustration central. So…I decided to start to let some calls go to voicemail, reply to messages later when I felt like it, and not monitor my social media channels so doggedly. Moral of the story is, I was able to expand myself in other areas, I mentally felt better and uplifted, and I was able to enjoy and cherish silence. The peace of it all helped me counteract the negative energy I sometimes had due to feeling like I had no time to think for myself, which at times was developing into muted anxiety. My advice to everyone is to cultivate the habit of regular time-outs for yourself. And learn how to say ‘no’ when you’re overloaded. Your mental state will thank you for it.
They say pills will fix my broken thoughts.
My thoughts are not broken. They don’t need fixing.
What I need is for life to stop hurling a constant slew of crap my way…I need life to take a break,
enough time away to allow me to recuperate in-between.
I need time,
to gather my senses, to summon my wits about me and prepare for the next attack.
I need a moment, a moment, a moment, one small moment in-between is all I’m asking for.
I knew I wanted to reflect on the passing of 2010 into 2011, but didn’t really know how I was going to do that. Then it struck me how a timeline or a chronology is often the best way of identifying and remembering significant events that have occurred. For me personally, I really wanted to reflect some of the things I have generally experienced and observed in my life, friends lives, as well as in the world in general as a means of providing a source of reflection and encouragement for the new year. Thus, I came to the natural conclusion that a poem was the best medium in which to do this, as opposed to boring you with a list *yawn*, the majority of which you could happily access on Wikipedia *fun times*, or a blog the size of a dissertation which it would necessarily be, to cover the whole year 0_0.
I wrote this poem about a year and a half ago, as a fun interlude in a very tedious situation. See if you can guess what I am talking about before you get to the end.
Enjoy! 😉 xxx
I hated you at first.
The way you used to intrude on my thoughts.
Telling me where I was going as if I didn’t know or needed you to remind me again and again.
‘What a pest!’ I thought.
I wanted to tell you to ‘Shut UP!’ but I knew that would be pointless. You’d only speak again and again, and again, reminding me of my failure to accept Modernism in all its manifestations.