Sunday, November 13, 2011
Just Smile...
As part of my research,
into becoming a better writer, I decided to take on a role-play character, who also happens to be a BDSM Dominant and the opposite sex...
Especially as I lack the vital, right equipment........
A male brain.
After all, we are wired differently.
Men think, posture, move, speak, look at their surroundings, drive, fuck, feel, rage, respond to and see humor, interact and socialize, -particularly with each other...differently to women. Their masculinity is always 'out there' and I don't necessarily mean in a macho way, though for some, there is a lot of that too. I think it's on a subliminal level, more of a "I'm a guy. There are certain expectations."
Women are hens. While they can and do have deep and meaningful relationships with other women. They also emotionalize everything and will talk, cry, cajole, bolster, inspire, advise, relate, commiserate, talk, and talk some more, tell their secrets and yours...and yet still, they are a mystery to the opposite sex.
Yet I was strangely compelled and excited about doing a role-play character, especially as I'd never done anything remotely like it before. What better way to get inside the heads of the male characters I write, than to 'experience' a male persona first hand. The experience has been rewarding, intriguing, absolutely fascinating and deliciously liberating to say the least...
We are anonymous. From the fans, from each other yet and there is a freedom in that too. None one can judge 'me' for the me they see wears a new skin. It tickles my fancy to be a fictional character and see him develop and grow along with my understanding and appreciation, as time goes on.
Yet I am amazed at how in such a short time, I am beginning to notice subtle 'tells' from the other role players that indicate their REAL LIFE sex, regardless of their characters. Now I find myself consciously stopping before entering dialogue to consider the words and whether or not they 'sound' masculine or feminine. Who knew that male and female have certain words that blatantly belong to only one sex? I didn't. Never even considered it. Yet guys generally as a rule don't go around saying "Yay!" when another male walks into the room, regardless of whatever bond or family connection they may have.
Who knew? Not me. I was absolutely clueless! Something else that I never really thought about was how much work men have to do, not only to get us in the mood for sex, but to stay in it with us and do most of the actual work. *Laughs* And make no mistake, it IS work! And make sure we've achieved bliss as much as we are going to, all before getting off themselves.
Suddenly puts things into perspective...
We are one of the luckier groups as our "Fearless Leader" managed to secure the Authors endorsement. She allows us all to use her characters and their profiles for the purpose of role play. Still a challenge. You have to step into the role and 'become' that persona. It takes time and practice to become familiar, can be nerve wracking knowing that you are being critiqued for every 'performance' yet it's so incredibly rewarding too.
It's role playing. Acting. Without a script. With a live audience, working directly from the post before yours to come up with a believable one of your own that makes, or creates a Story Line. It's exciting and challenging, scary wonderful and thrilling and makes you 'think on your feet.' I find myself delving into the 'files' in my mind of long forgotten experiences. Dusting them off and using snippets to 'flesh out' my character that will take him from a puppet to a 'real boy.' When it works...when the audience is ranting or writhing, laughing in cheer or drowning in sorrow or squirming in unrequited lust, that YOU stirred with mere words... The feeling of achievement is humbling and so fucking FABULOUS that it's almost impossible to stop the grin...
The awe-inspiring talent of the wonderful writers I work with who have become an extended 'family' that I miss. Especially if forced through circumstance to refrain from 'playing with' for a few days or more. There has been the stretching of my 'writing muscles,' especially helpful when there is a tendency when writing a blog or two, to become self absorbed or myopic. And in my opinion, it would have to be the BEST writing course I could ever hope to have had the privilege of participating in, the improvements to my own writing, dramatic. If I ever get to meet our "Fearless Leader" or the Author...funnily enough, I'm not sure if I could find the words to express how grateful I am for the experience. But I will most certainly give it a try.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
A New Day Yesterday.
filled with fragmented and strange dreams. Memories that lingered like embers, still hot enough to sear. I rose wearily from my bed, leaned over to brush the locks back from and kiss the child in my bed, who'd managed to find his way into it during the night. Pausing to marvel for the millionth time, how such a beautiful boy could be all mine...
At least for a little while longer. Just a few more precious years of bone-crushing hugs, butterfly kisses, sticky fingers and boxes filled to overflowing with every artistic impression, imagined or otherwise.
Making my way downstairs through the darkness until I got to the kitchen brewed a cup of Earl Grey and added a splash of milk. Then I opened the patio door and headed outside to sit awhile in the cane armchair. Wrapped in an old shawl I'd made one winter long past, I sipped at my tea and felt the world come to life around me in the darkest hour before the dawning. That delicious coolness right before, that made my skin tingle with sharp awareness.
I waited and watched as the sun came up...
The gradual lightening of the sky. That smeared canvas of arbitrary shades that tinted a new day into being.
Sometimes, it's the simplest things that are truly the most profound...
Yet still I miss the music of birds, serenading in the day.
Even after five and half years of living here, it's one of the few things that still seems strange.
There are birds that squark, chatter and screech. The grackles, the crows, carrion birds of prey, red cardinals, blue jays and I delight in the hummingbirds.
But still miss birdsong...
Sometimes...
I'll close my eyes and fall into a visual memory of yesteryear...
"It's morning already, I open my eyes to the bleary half light and wonder what pulled me from my dreams...
There's a Tui outside my window sitting in the Kowhai tree, trilling the familiar haunting call of the bellbird. Carefully easing back the covers, sliding quietly from my bed, I'm careful not to wake my sister who must have jumped in, sometime during the night. She's such a scaredy-cat! I steal closer to the window to watch as it sups at the nectar, poking it's black beak in imperious little darts into the bright yellow blooms, that hang like little bells complete with clangers. His one eye I see, restless, sharp, rolls and looks everywhere at once. The pure white tuft of feathers at his nape like a cravat, such a startling contrast to the glossy blackness of those that cover the rest of him. He's fat too. Maybe he likes the juicy huhu grubs that lie beneath the bark of fallen trees and rotting wood.
Who does it call to I wonder? The morning? A mate? Maybe it has a baby and its calls are to it? I wonder why it is so rare to see baby birds besides the ones that fall from a nest. Sadness envelopes me when I think of their poor little bodies with barely a feather cold and stiff with eyes that seem too large for their heads, locked and frozen in an endless stare.
Later at breakfast, Da is cutting doorstop slices of bread and toasting them under the griller. The four of us, my two brothers and sister and I, are around the table wolfing down bowls of thick Thistle Oats porridge lathered with brown sugar and lashings of thickened cream. The toast is plonked unceremoniously in the middle of the table in front of us as four pairs of greedy hands reach out for a share. I grab my sisters piece automatically and smooth butter over it and wait to see if she wants the plum jam Da made or Golden Syrup...while she makes up her mind, I do my own and grab the vegemite just before my brother Peter grabs and misses. I smirk at him as he frowns and looks beyond me to Da, the threat of telling in his eyes...easier to give it up.
My sister is clinging to Da's legs sniveling as usual as they see the three of us off on the school bus. I wave goodbye, wishing I could stay home as she and Da are going to the beach today.
Staring through the window as the bus lurches off and grabbing at the railing of the seat in front of me...
For the first time, I see the grey hair threaded through the black wings over his ears and wonder what it means. Is it 'old'? Will he die? What would happen to us kids? I wriggle in my seat uncomfortably, worry putting a sudden scowl on my face.
Our small country primary school on the peninsula has lots of kids. Maybe even as many as a hundred of us. It was a beautiful summer day, we played on the field at lunchtime and made time to search the trees for locusts. Their buzz-saw cacophony only appreciated to the full when they suddenly fell silent.
Not long after lunch, when we were all settled back in class again, feeling drowsy and listening to the teacher with one ear as she gave a geography lesson on New Zealand, the big fire siren at the Firehouse went off. The fire department is made up of mainly volunteers and our principal, doubles as the fire chief.
Someones home or property was burning...
Just before the end of the day, the loudspeaker above the blackboard crackled to life and I heard my own name called for the very first time to report to the principals office immediately. Everyone in class turns to stare, my face heats in embarrassment as I try to sink deeper into the hard wooden chair. My teacher tells me I'm excused, not to dawdle along the way and to get move on!
I move in treacle. Wracking my brains for a clue as to what it was that I had done, because it must have been something. You only got called when you did something bad, at least that's what Alistair whispered as I passed where he sat. I feel teary and frightened. A dread and a powerful sense of certainty washes over me. I just 'know' that my life is about to change forever.
Ushered into the mans office, he urged me with a wave of his hand to come closer, he didn't look up. I stood nervously chewing my lip before his desk, uncertain, not knowing what to do or say and waited. He strode a small tight path back and forth behind his desk, one hand fisted on his hip, the other rubbing the back of his neck.
Finally he stopped, leaned over his desk on outstretched arms and looked me in the face.
"...There's no help for it and as you're the eldest, you must be told and there's an end to it."
Satisfied with that cryptic sentence, he rose up once more, pulled out his chair and sat before taking up a pen and starting to write.
I stood there. Hovering, wondering what it was that I was meant to do or say. I was surely as stupid as everyone thought for I was none the wiser. Hadn't understood the message at all! My panic rising...I blurted, "Please Sir, what must I be told?"
He looked up and at me, seemed almost surprised to see me still standing there. A skinny ten year old girl dressed in boys clothing, rattails for hair and huge brown solemn eyes staring back.
"Your house is gone girl. Burnt to the ground, not a darn thing we could do about it...too fierce! No water with this drought and everyones tanks are hovering on empty. We even drained the pool next door you know. Didn't do a thing."
He paused to look at my stricken face, then gave me the rest.
"Thing is, we don't know where your Father is. Or..." he shuffled some papers on his desk, "Ahh...yes, you've a younger sister I see, ready to start school soon... Anyway, there's no sign of either one of them..."
I had heard the words he'd said. They just didn't make any sense. How could our house be gone? Gone where? Then the bit about Da and Tara sunk in and I couldn't help it, an agonized cry of pain so acute...tore from my throat, my body shaking as I crumbled to my knees on the floor.
The rest of that long day was a blur. I'd asked for my brothers and they were brought to me. We were herded into a corner of the library and huddled together like frightened puppies as the adults around us discussed what, if anything was to be done with us. Words like "Social Services" and "funeral expenses....no insurance...hot water cylinder exploded, no known relatives that we know of..." were bandied about and didn't make a lot of sense at the time. So I watched them, eyes burning with unshed tears. Peter had fallen asleep, curled into a ball beside me with his head in my lap. Aaron watched me watch them... He'd tried to ask questions of me, questions I had no answers to that agitated us both, so we clung to one another and we waited...and we waited. Too frightened to eat or drink when someone had thought to offer us a sandwich each and bottle of cordial each.
It was dark outside before the deputy principal put us in her car and drove the short way up the hill, from the school to her home. Silently we all sat in the back...still waiting.
But as we got out of the car, another screeched to a halt at the curb behind us and turning to look, I felt a weight fall away as the tears held back too long, burst free from the dam at last. Da as I'd never seen him before, with my sister Tara in his arms came rushing towards us dropping to his knees in the stony road. Gathering us all close in his arms, he was streaked in dirt and grime. Tears of his own that I'd never seen him cry until that moment, flowed in tracks down his cheeks. But he was alive. He and my sister were alive... Whatever else happened, at least we were still together. Still a family."
Pulling myself back from the memory, I slowly rose, picked up my teacup and saucer and headed indoors. Maybe I'd whip up a batch of cheese or date scones or some pikelets for breakfast. I knew I had some buttermilk in the fridge....
Saturday, October 1, 2011
To Facebook or not to Facebook...That is the Question...
I personally enjoy the diversity of Facebook...
Where else can you communicate with so many different people, from different walks of life, on a global scale that is absolutely phenomenal?
Take a second to actually think about it for a minute...
Before February 2004...there was no Facebook...and today, there are over 900million active users, with over 50% logging on in any given day. As of May 2012, there are over 3.2 BILLION likes or comments made every single day.
And every single one of them, including me(who knew?) with stories to tell and pictures to share, that cover the complete gamut of human emotions, temperaments, sociological idiosyncrasies, thoughts, postulations, assumptions, peculiarities, habits, situations, lifestyles, etc, etc, etc...
It's mindboggling. Astounding! Endlessly fascinating not to mention all so irresistibly entertaining...
From the profusion that is the worldwideweb, that only represents the merest smidgen of the populace, Facebook whether you love or hate it has grown exponentially to reach out en masse, with a commonality of purpose.
Simply to enable people everywhere to connect online with one another on the biggest social network currently imaginable.
Truly, it's surreal when you think about it. Sublime, intriguing and so highly addictive!
So I have a whole bunch of terms *Tongue in cheek* that I came up with.......... just for the fun of it. My own personal list to describe some of the users I see...
Some are "Lurkers" those shy folks who check in every now and then for a looky-loo, just to 'see' if anything interesting or noteworthy is going on. They rarely comment on or post anything, seldom click the 'like' button, but once in a blue moon. Selective about who they 'friend' and who friends them, they may or may not eventually gravitate to becoming...
"RegFacers" those who like to keep up with what's going on, comment and share posts of interest that are often witty, funny, significant or educational in some way. They regularly enjoy 'meeting' and 'friending' a varied and wide group of people and share regular updates.
The "SarcFacers" - are the Masters and Mistresses of the enviable "Art of Sarcasm."
Definitely dedicated, they always have something to humor us, to shock or disturb, to irritate...to share. Their regular posts of sarcastic quips and taunts can either make you laugh, cringe or sometimes both. They are usually quite popular and have lots of 'friends', belong to several groups, are playful amusing sarcs, or the opposite; grumpy and unfriendly, -but strangely still interesting, still amusing.
Though sometimes not always as 'thick-skinned' as they expect everyone else to be.
"NetFacers" are those who use Facebook primarily as a means to network and connect with others of similar pursuits and persuasions. Whether for work or more recreational inclinations. Most of their friends or connections reflect the same. They tend to spend long periods of time switched 'on' and have lots of friends or connections within their particular field of interest. An example would be a budding author 'friending' other writers and published authors, publishing houses, free-lance editors, illustrators, book designers, etc.
"FanFacer" (not to be confused with "PopFacers" who are us 'ordinary peeps) Are those extraordinary popular famous people, who have reached or are well on their way to their 5000 max friend limit and aren't allowed anymore. They often open a page where people can like them instead, but it's never quite the same as actually being their 'friend...'
Usually, but not always they have a fan base because they are famous in some way and are good about going the extra mile to keep said fans up-to-date with trivia, information, dates, conferences, etc. They take an active interest in self promotion and use the considerable clout of Facebook to increase their marketability and eventual profitability. Smart, charismatic and generous, their words however simple are GOLD.
A "PopFacer" is almost the same, without the claim to fame but with an equally huge friend base. Why they are so popular is anyone's guess, but I am inclined to think they spend time and effort cultivating friends and actively building a 'fan base' until the proverbial 'ball gets rolling' and the momentum continues of it's accord. They are engaging, winsome and fascinating people with a wide ranging appeal, who arouse the curiosity and/or provide an interesting mix on their walls for their friends perusal and entertainment. They may have a particular skill to share or talent from photography to bungee jumping for example.
Limited only by the confines of Facebook and it's max friend rule, they are gregarious and sociable. The truly dedicated.
The "F/FFacer" is your family and friends group who enjoy staying connected with everyone within their limited circle and regularly post news and updates. They have a few new 'friends' but usually tend to stay with those they actually know in the "real world."
"IFacers" are the single (or those that profess to be single...)guys and gals looking to hook up or connect, perhaps hopefully with an eventual significant other. Facebook is their 'singles playground' of possible romantic, or otherwise hookups. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that many a romance started on Facebook.
They usually have lots and lots of photos, some very titillating or not depending on the person, their age, comfort level, sexual orientation, race, custom, religious POV, etc, etc, etc.
They're a fun popular group with lots of friends and group connections and like to pipe up regularly with something fun or interesting to share.
Then there are the "RPFacers" I LOVE these guys and gals! They are the role players.
Groups of talented writers and usually fans of a particular book, TV or movie series, who get together and write out posts or live action scenes. Each person is given a character to 'play' and the LIVE ACTION happens in REAL TIME on Facebook. With stories of drama, intrigue, romance, erotica, mystery etc to entertain the masses and perfect their craft.
They are ALL drop dead gorgeous with perfect bodies and teeth...the men all have hard rippling bodies and the women are picture perfect with a fabulous figures to die for AND perfect dress sense...
At least according to the photos of themselves they post.
I find them wonderfully engrossing, phenomenally talented, though I can't say I believe for a minute that they are all as drop dead gorgeous, -clothed or otherwise, as the pictures they post, lead one to believe...
But hey...it's role playing and a fantasy right? I get the biggest kick from the Doomsday Brethren Group for example, they always make me smile with my 'daily dose' of HOT Shock photos that are guaranteed to brighten up and kickstart my day!
They are really, really clever writers and spend considerable HOURS and ENERGY to come up with some 'screen melting' rocking hot scenarios, guaranteed to entertain the eager masses AND keep them coming back for more!
I can't help but smile and think it really must give the original author cause to pause on occasion. To wonder with dismay, what 'beast' he/she created when first putting pen to paper...
Unfortunately there are also the "PsychoFacers" "Pervs" and the "Stalkers" all pretty self explanatory and should be AVOIDED at all costs. Having said that, they are not always easy to spot and parents especially should be diligent about checking occasionally, just who their offspring are communicating with...
They do tend to show their true colors with their extremist over-the-top POV's and HATE campaigns on everything from religion to sex and politics...and everything else in between.
Some are subtle, clever, manipulative and therefore all the more dangerous...
Facebook does have an extensive Safety Center under their Help section, dedicated to helping users enjoy Facebook safely. They talk about how to recognize and deal with potential dangers and are available 24/7.
This includes restricting who sees what information others see about you. "Unfriending" someone who has become a nuisance in some way and/or blocking someone from seeing you at all, to reporting harassment or offensive content.
Keep in mind that on the other side of that coin...
That there will always be those who see themselves as 'moral guardians' and see it as their personal mission and goal in life to keep hate and bigotry alive and well. By shoving their personal agendas, beliefs and ideals down everyone else's throats...
Think gay and lesbian haters, people who would kill Doctors for giving abortions, those who are obsessed with white for example...
And last but not least, whether you choose to Facebook or not to Facebook despite the massive, recent UNPOPULAR changes to it's format; It remains an astounding, incredibly powerful communication and networking site/tool, that reaches out globally on a scale that most of us are unable to even comprehend, let alone grasp or appreciate fully.
Where else can you communicate with so many different people, from different walks of life, on a global scale that is absolutely phenomenal?
Take a second to actually think about it for a minute...
Before February 2004...there was no Facebook...and today, there are over 900million active users, with over 50% logging on in any given day. As of May 2012, there are over 3.2 BILLION likes or comments made every single day.
And every single one of them, including me(who knew?) with stories to tell and pictures to share, that cover the complete gamut of human emotions, temperaments, sociological idiosyncrasies, thoughts, postulations, assumptions, peculiarities, habits, situations, lifestyles, etc, etc, etc...
It's mindboggling. Astounding! Endlessly fascinating not to mention all so irresistibly entertaining...
From the profusion that is the worldwideweb, that only represents the merest smidgen of the populace, Facebook whether you love or hate it has grown exponentially to reach out en masse, with a commonality of purpose.
Simply to enable people everywhere to connect online with one another on the biggest social network currently imaginable.
Truly, it's surreal when you think about it. Sublime, intriguing and so highly addictive!
So I have a whole bunch of terms *Tongue in cheek* that I came up with.......... just for the fun of it. My own personal list to describe some of the users I see...
Some are "Lurkers" those shy folks who check in every now and then for a looky-loo, just to 'see' if anything interesting or noteworthy is going on. They rarely comment on or post anything, seldom click the 'like' button, but once in a blue moon. Selective about who they 'friend' and who friends them, they may or may not eventually gravitate to becoming...
"RegFacers" those who like to keep up with what's going on, comment and share posts of interest that are often witty, funny, significant or educational in some way. They regularly enjoy 'meeting' and 'friending' a varied and wide group of people and share regular updates.
The "SarcFacers" - are the Masters and Mistresses of the enviable "Art of Sarcasm."
Definitely dedicated, they always have something to humor us, to shock or disturb, to irritate...to share. Their regular posts of sarcastic quips and taunts can either make you laugh, cringe or sometimes both. They are usually quite popular and have lots of 'friends', belong to several groups, are playful amusing sarcs, or the opposite; grumpy and unfriendly, -but strangely still interesting, still amusing.
Though sometimes not always as 'thick-skinned' as they expect everyone else to be.
"NetFacers" are those who use Facebook primarily as a means to network and connect with others of similar pursuits and persuasions. Whether for work or more recreational inclinations. Most of their friends or connections reflect the same. They tend to spend long periods of time switched 'on' and have lots of friends or connections within their particular field of interest. An example would be a budding author 'friending' other writers and published authors, publishing houses, free-lance editors, illustrators, book designers, etc.
"FanFacer" (not to be confused with "PopFacers" who are us 'ordinary peeps) Are those extraordinary popular famous people, who have reached or are well on their way to their 5000 max friend limit and aren't allowed anymore. They often open a page where people can like them instead, but it's never quite the same as actually being their 'friend...'
Usually, but not always they have a fan base because they are famous in some way and are good about going the extra mile to keep said fans up-to-date with trivia, information, dates, conferences, etc. They take an active interest in self promotion and use the considerable clout of Facebook to increase their marketability and eventual profitability. Smart, charismatic and generous, their words however simple are GOLD.
A "PopFacer" is almost the same, without the claim to fame but with an equally huge friend base. Why they are so popular is anyone's guess, but I am inclined to think they spend time and effort cultivating friends and actively building a 'fan base' until the proverbial 'ball gets rolling' and the momentum continues of it's accord. They are engaging, winsome and fascinating people with a wide ranging appeal, who arouse the curiosity and/or provide an interesting mix on their walls for their friends perusal and entertainment. They may have a particular skill to share or talent from photography to bungee jumping for example.
Limited only by the confines of Facebook and it's max friend rule, they are gregarious and sociable. The truly dedicated.
The "F/FFacer" is your family and friends group who enjoy staying connected with everyone within their limited circle and regularly post news and updates. They have a few new 'friends' but usually tend to stay with those they actually know in the "real world."
"IFacers" are the single (or those that profess to be single...)guys and gals looking to hook up or connect, perhaps hopefully with an eventual significant other. Facebook is their 'singles playground' of possible romantic, or otherwise hookups. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that many a romance started on Facebook.
They usually have lots and lots of photos, some very titillating or not depending on the person, their age, comfort level, sexual orientation, race, custom, religious POV, etc, etc, etc.
They're a fun popular group with lots of friends and group connections and like to pipe up regularly with something fun or interesting to share.
Then there are the "RPFacers" I LOVE these guys and gals! They are the role players.
Groups of talented writers and usually fans of a particular book, TV or movie series, who get together and write out posts or live action scenes. Each person is given a character to 'play' and the LIVE ACTION happens in REAL TIME on Facebook. With stories of drama, intrigue, romance, erotica, mystery etc to entertain the masses and perfect their craft.
They are ALL drop dead gorgeous with perfect bodies and teeth...the men all have hard rippling bodies and the women are picture perfect with a fabulous figures to die for AND perfect dress sense...
At least according to the photos of themselves they post.
I find them wonderfully engrossing, phenomenally talented, though I can't say I believe for a minute that they are all as drop dead gorgeous, -clothed or otherwise, as the pictures they post, lead one to believe...
But hey...it's role playing and a fantasy right? I get the biggest kick from the Doomsday Brethren Group for example, they always make me smile with my 'daily dose' of HOT Shock photos that are guaranteed to brighten up and kickstart my day!
They are really, really clever writers and spend considerable HOURS and ENERGY to come up with some 'screen melting' rocking hot scenarios, guaranteed to entertain the eager masses AND keep them coming back for more!
I can't help but smile and think it really must give the original author cause to pause on occasion. To wonder with dismay, what 'beast' he/she created when first putting pen to paper...
Unfortunately there are also the "PsychoFacers" "Pervs" and the "Stalkers" all pretty self explanatory and should be AVOIDED at all costs. Having said that, they are not always easy to spot and parents especially should be diligent about checking occasionally, just who their offspring are communicating with...
They do tend to show their true colors with their extremist over-the-top POV's and HATE campaigns on everything from religion to sex and politics...and everything else in between.
Some are subtle, clever, manipulative and therefore all the more dangerous...
Facebook does have an extensive Safety Center under their Help section, dedicated to helping users enjoy Facebook safely. They talk about how to recognize and deal with potential dangers and are available 24/7.
This includes restricting who sees what information others see about you. "Unfriending" someone who has become a nuisance in some way and/or blocking someone from seeing you at all, to reporting harassment or offensive content.
Keep in mind that on the other side of that coin...
That there will always be those who see themselves as 'moral guardians' and see it as their personal mission and goal in life to keep hate and bigotry alive and well. By shoving their personal agendas, beliefs and ideals down everyone else's throats...
Think gay and lesbian haters, people who would kill Doctors for giving abortions, those who are obsessed with white for example...
And last but not least, whether you choose to Facebook or not to Facebook despite the massive, recent UNPOPULAR changes to it's format; It remains an astounding, incredibly powerful communication and networking site/tool, that reaches out globally on a scale that most of us are unable to even comprehend, let alone grasp or appreciate fully.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Checking Out...
My middle son Cheyne,
who turned twenty three this year, told me last night, that one of his best mates, lost his younger brother, who committed suicide by hanging himself. He was twenty one years old.
He left a note that said he loved his family, but that life was too hard...
What could ever be so hard at twenty one that life just isn't worth living?
I know this kids' family and my heart aches for them. I can only imagine the heartbreak they must be dealing with.
I look at this picture of Cheyne, that I took the last time I saw him, which was at his older brothers 21st birthday in Waiuku, NZ, nearly four years ago now.
Wow...time flies!
He's filled out since then, lost the beard and shaved his hair off and lives with a gorgeous young woman he's crazy about. He's still my baby. Even when he's an old fart if I'm still around, that won't change.
But to even contemplate something like this happening to him. Is just... Oh God...just the thought of it...leaves me choked. At a loss for words...
I'm not sure how you ever recover from something like that.
Life is hard sometimes and none of us get out of it alive. Perhaps it's just me, but suicide is such a final, self absorbed and egocentric way of dealing with (or not) whatever has finally 'broken the camels back' Worse, you're not given the chance to help.
According to the Social Report 2010;
Horrible figures that would seem to suggest an increasing epidemic.
I've no idea what the answer is, violence seems to be increasing all the time. Even more disturbing are the number of kids who take up arms and kill and maim as many others as possible, usually other young people, before turning the weapon on themselves or being shot by police.
Seriously, what the fuck is up with that?
Obviously I'm as thick as two planks because I. Just. Don't. Get. It.
We're not talking about returned Vet's from Afghanistan or Iraq say, although there was that shrink at Fort Hood, here in Texas that shot fellow soldiers who lost the plot recently. I pity the poor soldiers that were under his care! They could at least be forgiven for going off the deep end with post traumatic stress syndrome, but school kids...
What is it? They're not getting enough 'instant gratification' out of life?
The expectations for them are set too high?
Peer pressure?
Laziness?
Could it be environmental? Something in the water?
Or maybe it's the way they were raised.
It's all Mom and Dad's fault.
They weren't rich enough.
They were emotionally, physically, or sexually abused as a kid?
Mum or Dad didn't love him/her enough?
They wouldn't give enough?
Didn't give in enough?
Why?
Who knows. Maybe the right girl or boy turned out to be the wrong one. Or worse rejected their advances. Maybe they were bullied, a victim. Maybe they were the bully
When did life become so pointless? So futile and meaningless that checking out was the ONLY answer? Who knows?
Someone once said 'that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger' And it's so true. So many have to cope every day with insurmountable 'real life' issues and problems. Life threatening disease, physical or mental limitations, trying to survive on no money, no work, or a roof over their heads. A multitude of different challenges for individuals and families, that some face on a daily basis. Yet somehow they find the will, the courage and the strength to carry on.
But that's not even what I'm talking about here. This...this is just...sad.
My sons have made the biggest impact in my life, that I could ever have imagined and I couldn't be prouder to be their mother or love them any more than I do. They have brought me such joy and happiness and a whole host of emotions in between. The two eldest from my first marriage are adults now, living their own lives, making their own decisions, dealing with whatever life puts in front of them on a daily basis. I know it hasn't and isn't always easy for them 'finding their own feet' coping when things aren't going the way they want them to, dealing with their own insecurities and demons. Yet I couldn't be prouder that they keep on keeping on and do the best they can, that any of us can, at the time.
My second husband and I have a nine year old who thinks he's the boss of us. He certainly keeps us on our toes and life interesting and I wouldn't have missed him or his brothers for the world!
There are no curtain calls after death. At least not for most of us. Some might be lucky enough to gain a few more years, with a heart, lung or liver transplant. But for the rest of us, when your time is up here on earth, that's it. Whatever your personal or religious beliefs, in my mind at least, all there is, is what we have right here and now.
This moment. this minute, this day... and it's just too precious to waste!
How you live it, how you make it count. How you impact others and how you see yourself and what, if anything you leave behind. Those we love and make a part of our lives, and if we're really lucky, love us back in return...
Because, if this is all we have, of our time here on earth, I know I want every single minute there is of it. I want to know at the end that I lived my life to the fullest. That I loved with everything that I am and had to give. That I laughed and cried, knew sorrow and sunshine. Learned the difference between what really mattered and what didn't. And I want that for my boys.
So my humble advice, opinion is simply to make it count.
Carpe diem!
Seize the day!
He left a note that said he loved his family, but that life was too hard...
What could ever be so hard at twenty one that life just isn't worth living?
I know this kids' family and my heart aches for them. I can only imagine the heartbreak they must be dealing with.
I look at this picture of Cheyne, that I took the last time I saw him, which was at his older brothers 21st birthday in Waiuku, NZ, nearly four years ago now.
Wow...time flies!
He's filled out since then, lost the beard and shaved his hair off and lives with a gorgeous young woman he's crazy about. He's still my baby. Even when he's an old fart if I'm still around, that won't change.
But to even contemplate something like this happening to him. Is just... Oh God...just the thought of it...leaves me choked. At a loss for words...
I'm not sure how you ever recover from something like that.
Life is hard sometimes and none of us get out of it alive. Perhaps it's just me, but suicide is such a final, self absorbed and egocentric way of dealing with (or not) whatever has finally 'broken the camels back' Worse, you're not given the chance to help.
According to the Social Report 2010;
A comparison of the latest age-standardised suicide death rates in 13 OECD countries30 between 2002 and 2007 shows New Zealand’s (2007) rate was the fourth highest for males (17.4 per 100,000 males) and the sixth highest for females (4.9 per 100,000 females).31 Finland had the highest male suicide death rate (27.4 per 100,000 in 2006), while Japan had the highest female rate (10.0 per 100,000 in 2006). Canada (15.5 in 2005) had a lower rate of male suicide deaths than New Zealand, as did the United States (16.2 in 2005) and Australia (16.0 in 2003). The United Kingdom had the lowest male suicide death rate (9.4 in 2005). Canada (4.8), Australia (4.4), the United States (4.0) and the United Kingdom (2.9) all reported lower female suicide death rates than New Zealand.
New Zealand had the second highest male youth (15–24 years) suicide death rate (after Finland), and the second highest female youth suicide death rate (after Japan).
I've no idea what the answer is, violence seems to be increasing all the time. Even more disturbing are the number of kids who take up arms and kill and maim as many others as possible, usually other young people, before turning the weapon on themselves or being shot by police.
Seriously, what the fuck is up with that?
Obviously I'm as thick as two planks because I. Just. Don't. Get. It.
We're not talking about returned Vet's from Afghanistan or Iraq say, although there was that shrink at Fort Hood, here in Texas that shot fellow soldiers who lost the plot recently. I pity the poor soldiers that were under his care! They could at least be forgiven for going off the deep end with post traumatic stress syndrome, but school kids...
What is it? They're not getting enough 'instant gratification' out of life?
The expectations for them are set too high?
Peer pressure?
Laziness?
Could it be environmental? Something in the water?
Or maybe it's the way they were raised.
It's all Mom and Dad's fault.
They weren't rich enough.
They were emotionally, physically, or sexually abused as a kid?
Mum or Dad didn't love him/her enough?
They wouldn't give enough?
Didn't give in enough?
Why?
Who knows. Maybe the right girl or boy turned out to be the wrong one. Or worse rejected their advances. Maybe they were bullied, a victim. Maybe they were the bully
When did life become so pointless? So futile and meaningless that checking out was the ONLY answer? Who knows?
Someone once said 'that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger' And it's so true. So many have to cope every day with insurmountable 'real life' issues and problems. Life threatening disease, physical or mental limitations, trying to survive on no money, no work, or a roof over their heads. A multitude of different challenges for individuals and families, that some face on a daily basis. Yet somehow they find the will, the courage and the strength to carry on.
But that's not even what I'm talking about here. This...this is just...sad.
My sons have made the biggest impact in my life, that I could ever have imagined and I couldn't be prouder to be their mother or love them any more than I do. They have brought me such joy and happiness and a whole host of emotions in between. The two eldest from my first marriage are adults now, living their own lives, making their own decisions, dealing with whatever life puts in front of them on a daily basis. I know it hasn't and isn't always easy for them 'finding their own feet' coping when things aren't going the way they want them to, dealing with their own insecurities and demons. Yet I couldn't be prouder that they keep on keeping on and do the best they can, that any of us can, at the time.
My second husband and I have a nine year old who thinks he's the boss of us. He certainly keeps us on our toes and life interesting and I wouldn't have missed him or his brothers for the world!
There are no curtain calls after death. At least not for most of us. Some might be lucky enough to gain a few more years, with a heart, lung or liver transplant. But for the rest of us, when your time is up here on earth, that's it. Whatever your personal or religious beliefs, in my mind at least, all there is, is what we have right here and now.
This moment. this minute, this day... and it's just too precious to waste!
How you live it, how you make it count. How you impact others and how you see yourself and what, if anything you leave behind. Those we love and make a part of our lives, and if we're really lucky, love us back in return...
Because, if this is all we have, of our time here on earth, I know I want every single minute there is of it. I want to know at the end that I lived my life to the fullest. That I loved with everything that I am and had to give. That I laughed and cried, knew sorrow and sunshine. Learned the difference between what really mattered and what didn't. And I want that for my boys.
So my humble advice, opinion is simply to make it count.
Carpe diem!
Seize the day!
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