Start by being kind. All the best things take root from there.



Saturday, August 13, 2011

Projections






"People assume that a person who acts happy must feel happy, but although it's in the very nature of happiness to seem effortless and spontaneous, it often takes great skill.

It is easy to be heavy: hard to be light.




Acting happy and, even more, being happy is challenging. Furthermore—and it took me a long time to accept this perverse fact—many people don't want to be happy or at least don't want to seem happy (and if they act as if they're not happy, they're not going to feel happy).


Happiness, some people think, isn't a worthy goal; it's a trivial American preoccupation, the product of too much money and too much television. They think that being happy shows a lack of values, and that being unhappy is a sign of depth.



At a party, a guy said to me, 'Everyone's too worried about being fulfilled, they're so self-indulgent. It's there in the Declaration of Independence, and people think they should be happy. Happiness isn't the point.'


'Well', I said, 'now that our country has achieved a certain standard of prosperity, people set their goals on higher things. Isn't it admirable that people want to be happy? If happiness isn't the point, what is?'


'Working for goals like social justice, peace, or the environment is more important than happiness.'


'But, I ventured, 'You think it's important to help other people, to work for the benefit of others, and of course it is—but why? Why worry about children living in poverty or malaria in Africa unless, at bottom, it's because you want people to be healthy, safe, and prosperous—and therefore happy? If their happiness matters, doesn't yours? Studies show that happier people are more likely to help other people. They're more interested in social problems. They do more volunteer work and contribute more to charity. Plus, as you'd expect, they're less preoccupied with their personal problems.'


Refusing to be happy because someone else is unhappy, though, is a bit like cleaning your plate because babies are starving in India. Your unhappiness isn't making anyone else happier—in fact, quite the opposite, given the fact that happier people are more likely to act altruistically.



One of the best ways to make yourself happy is to make other people happy.


One of the best ways to make other people happy is to be happy yourself.



Some people associate happiness with the lack of intellectual rigor, like the man who said to Samuel Johnson, ‘You are a philosopher, Dr. Johnson. I have tried too in my time to be a philosopher; but I don’t know how, cheerfulness was always breaking in.’ Creativity, authenticity, or discernment, some folks argue, is incompatible with the bourgeois complacency of happiness. But although somber, pessimistic people might seem smarter, research shows that happiness and intelligence are essentially unrelated.



Of course, it’s cooler not to be too happy. There’s a goofiness to happiness, an innocence, a readiness to be pleased. Zest and enthusiasm take energy, humility, and engagement; taking refuge in irony, exercising destructive criticism, or assuming an air of philosophical ennui is less taxing. Also, irony and world-weariness allow people a level of detachment from their choices: fast food, a country club membership, a gas-guzzling SUV, reality TV.



Other people cultivate unhappiness as a way to control others. They cling to unhappiness because without it they’d forgo the special consideration that unhappiness secures: the claim to pity and attention.



The belief that unhappiness is selfless and happiness is selfish is misguided. It’s more selfless to act happy. It takes energy, generosity, and discipline to be unfailingly lighthearted, yet everyone takes the happy person for granted. No one is careful of his feelings or tries to keep his spirits high. He seems self-sufficient; he becomes a cushion for others. And because happiness seems unforced, that person usually gets no credit.



There’s yet another group of people who have a superstitious dread of admitting to happiness, for fear of tempting fate. Apparently, this is practically a universal human instinct and seen in nearly all cultures –the dread of invoking cosmic anger by calling attention to good fortune. By directing attention at my happiness, was I somehow putting it at risk?

There’s the related superstition that if you anticipate trouble and tragedy, you’ll somehow forestall it. Fear and worry can be useful, because thinking about unpleasant consequences can prompt prudent actions, such as wearing a seatbelt or exercising. But for many people, fear of what might happen is a source of great unhappiness—yet they feel there’s a propitiatory virtue in fretting.



Last, some people are unhappy because they won’t take the trouble to be happy. Happiness takes energy and discipline. It is easy to be heavy, etc. People who are stuck in an unhappy state are pitiable; surely they feel trapped, with no sense of having a choice in how they feel. Although their unhappiness is a drag on those around them—emotional contagion, unfortunately, operates more powerfully for negative emotions than for positive emotions—they suffer, too."




***Taken from "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Rubin

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Monday, July 25, 2011

S.1301






Every year,




1.2 million children




are trafficked for labor




and




1 million children




forced




into sexual exploitation.










Find your senators.

http://www.senate.gov/


Find your represenatives.

http://www.house.gov/


Make the call.

---> You can use this script. It's the EASIEST, most rewarding phone call you'll ever make.

"Hi, my name is___________. I am a constituent from _________.
I would like to ask the senator/representative to cosponsor the reauthorization of the Trafficking Victims Protection Act (S.1301). This legislation is absolutely essential in the fight against child trafficking. Thank you!"


Learn more.

http://www.worldvision.org/content.nsf/learn/globalissues-child-trafficking?open&lpos=day_img-trafficking-subfeature

http://www.callandresponse.com/

http://www.notforsalecampaign.org/

http://www.compassion.com/default.htm

http://www.ijm.org/

http://thesoldproject.com/

http://www.endhumantrafficking.org/

https://www.worldhope.org/

http://www.state.gov/g/tip/rls/tiprpt/2010/index.htm















Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The "U" in Meal







So I've got this completely ridiculous theory...but it just might have some merit. And the idea makes me laugh. Which is generally the point of most things.




This all came about in wondering how much of my own food I actually get to eat. I have a Greek husband with ADD, if that explains anything. In watching him steal my food for the bazillionth time, here's what I amateurly conclude:




When women enjoy their food we tend to take smaller bites. Our food lasts longer this way therefore we can enjoy the actual taste and the way it nourishes and satiates our appetites and bodies. When men enjoy their food they tend to wolf it down, in as gigantic and few bites as humanly possible.




Men tend to wait on women for a lot of things because, like eating, they do things without thinking multiple thoughts at once. Our bodies might move slower because our brains are on perma-speed-dial. They're not thinking, "This is delicious. I really needed this. I haven't even eaten that much today. How many calories is this? I really am so grateful to have this meal. I love having meals with him. I hope there isn't pepper in my teeth. That was sweet of him to pay. I need to call my mother back. I'll call her later. Oooh, that bite was juicy!" If they are thinking while eating*, it may be more along the lines of a three-syllable state of hypertemporary awareness, "She looks good" or "This tastes good". When my man finishes a meal before me, if he is not stealing food off my plate, I can clearly see that it's taking every ounce of his current thought life not to steal my food. But...usually he steals my food. Not because he's still hungry or needs the nutrients. Because it's there and he can see it. (At the moment, I'm 34 weeks pregnant so... I swat).




To round out my perfunctory observation, I'm thinking that this is a contributing factor in why women get called such lovely conjectures as "crazy" and "bitches"... we're so dang hungry because you keep stealing our food!




Gentlemen: Slow down, taste your food, enjoy the view, and remember that if your girl gets to eat, she'll have more energy to love you. And other such things.

























*How many times have you asked your man, "What're you thinking?" And he responds, "Nothing"? I am pretty sure, fellow ladies, that he actually means he just wasn't thinking of anything. Can you believe this phenomenon?! It's obvious that men aren't thinking sometimes, but to think it's something they can choose to do!! Not many of us double-Xers have mastered this. If only...





[For Curtis, who eats cheeseburgers the same way he eats sushi--in six mouth-stuffing "bites". I love you madly, yumburglar!]

Monday, July 11, 2011

Together


It's so weird to watch our parents grow up. I'm not sure why it's so funny--maybe it's because I'm completely aware of their humanness and individuality now (have they changed much since I was young?). Now that I am becoming a parent perhaps I'm more perceptive and capable of digesting their adult lives. Both my parents have been dating since I was a little kid and now I am the one married and "settled down". I LOVE being married and LOVE the life and construction that is comes with (new memories, old memories, firsts, the incredible trust and friendship...!). If I could tell them a few things and have it truly sink in, and not come from "the baby" or "the kid", they'd be: "I won't judge you" and "just be you". Honesty won't offend me. You're an adult, yea, my parent, but we're peers now and I can be your friend. It's a new phase for them too. We were kids for so long. We needed shelter and protection. We needed guidance and help through all the new labrynths growing up. Of course, we still have manuevering to do and growing, learning, and experiencing to ease into, but it's a new plane. We're all on this plane and all capable of making the same realizations or mistakes. But, we are their babies. How do we get in a place emotionally where we can let our babies see us all the way, with all of our weaknesses and cluelessness visible? I feel like as the baby, mine have been so visible the whole time. And I still have a lot of them. How do we get to the place where we can nurture our parents also?

It's alright! Be you. I won't judge you. I'll let you grow. Just like you allowed me. I'll be there for you. I can be your good friend.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Good Grief!




Earlier today Curtis and I were coming up with bumper stickers for the angry drivers everywhere. It helps relieve the feeling like that we are going undeniabley nuts. We don't fit it here. It's painfully obvious. But, we do our best to make it fun to be the sore thumbs.


Sometime during our routine childhood vaccinations, each babe should be given a large dose of patience. It's ridiculous how much we are lacking in this character department. Why are we taking our time and ourselves so seriously?! ...At the expense of someone else's safety or time or happiness, too!? Do you actually enjoy grief?


Here's what you've got, and you're still pissed off:


**A modern engineering marvel harnessing a fascinating realm of natural phenomena and resources, with all or most of the following...


-A temperature control system.


-Glass protection from the elements, creatures, and fumes.


-A frame and additional components made to withstand great impact to protect you from injury.


-A system to play your choice of music, radio, books, educational lessons, etc.


-Engineered straps and self-deploying bags to protect you in the case of your (or another's) mistake.


-Storage space for your food and things to be brought to your home.


-Additional seats for your friends or family, or a cancer patient without the luxury of a vehicle or their health that needs to be transported to their treatments.


-Insurance to protect you financially in the event of an incident.


-A specific place to put and protect your vehicle when it's not in use.



-The ability to drive a short distance to find more of a non-renewable resource for your mechanical beast to burn in order to operate.


-Nearly flawless, paved roads to drive on.


-Lights, lines, signs, rails, bumps, turnouts, and lanes to maintain order, safety, and efficiency.


-An education about how to operate your machine safely and legally.


-A test to prove you've completed training safely and legally and are fully aware of the rules and laws.


-The privilege to drive.


-The freedom to go anywhere you desire.


-The ability to choose to donate your organs if something were to happen to you.


"Everything is not enough for me."


"Be more stressed out. It'll make you a better person."


"I'm better than you. Was that not clear?"