Here are some general opinions of mine that I thought I would share.
Being naked is great and I wish more people were comfortable with it. I understand why people are uncomfortable with it but like many other unnecessary concerns which society has decided to make a thing, fears associated with nudity are hopefully something which will become more relaxed over time.
Tea is overrated. It is just water that tastes like grass.
Don't eat things that come from the ocean, they will undoubtedly taste like urine or vomit.
The yeah yeah yeahs are just downright boring.
Taxidermy is cool.
Nice lamps = a good thing to spend money on.
Gender inequality has never been and will never be something I can fathom. It just doesn't make any sense. Of course any social inequalities make no real sense but gender inequality in particular just baffles my mind as to why it ever existed. Whack.
Doing nothing all/staying home all day just isn't my jam. I hate it. Today I went to the recycling centre even though recycling goes out tomorrow night, then went to petone to look at expensive furniture that I can't afford, just so I had something to do.
I can't entertain myself on the internet for very long.
Cluttered rooms bother me way too much.
I'd rather have no furniture than ugly or mediocre furniture.
Petrol smells amazing.
Ice cream is mediocre.
Boysenberries are by far the best fruit ever invented.
King of the hill sucks.
Most lollies just aren't very good. Milk bottles? Licorice allsorts? Those gross stars with hundreds and thousands on them? What are you thinking? There are perfectly good cola bottles and fizzy wheels just over there.
Dunedin water tastes so bad that I'd rather spend $3.50 on a pump.
Doilies/netted curtains make me feel unhappy.
Sometimes it annoys me alot when people cancel on plans just because the weather isn't quite perfect enough.
Spirits are generally disgusting. Gin is the only OK one.
Cats are much better than dogs.
THE END.
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Coffee mugs and mousepads
I tend to be happiest when things aren't technically going well for me. Strangely enough, I'm quite content in life at the moment, although I don't seem to have much direction at present. Not being able to get jobs I feel qualified for is very frustrating and stressing about what I will actually do with my life isn't very pleasant, although I generally actually feel quite content with life right now and feel that happiness isn't always greatly influenced by events happening in my life.
I remember when I worked at camera house in northlands mall full time during one of the nicest summers we have had, and I would walk to work singing to myself and smiling a lot because I was just happy for no reason. I was working in a minimum wage job in a noisy mall with a nasty, boring as fuck manager named Karina for 9 hours a day, following a generic retail script to entice customers into buying overpriced coffee mugs and mousepads with their loved ones faces on them, but I was somehow happy and excited about my life. I look back on the summer following my father's death as one of the most euphoric periods of my life. Life is strange like that. I guess it all sunk in later and has affected me in ways I didn't expect, ways that are much different than most unfamiliar with grief would expect. I look back on the weeks following the february earthquake as a positive time in my life. Why? I'm not sure. On the contrary, when I expect to have a good time or expect to enjoy a certain period of my life, often my brain decides otherwise and freaks the fuck out. It makes no sense.
Back to the subject of my father's death. I am very open about his death and the events which happened prior and following, and like the fact that I am comfortable in doing so. I do often worry that I am making those I discuss it with uncomfortable. Maybe my openness can be socially unacceptable from time to time? I think people assume that when someone has lost a loved one, they don't want to be "reminded" of the death. In my experience, I feel I can best deal with grief by talking about my father and the experience of his death, rather than keeping it inside. I want to talk about it as much as I can. I understand that some people wish to keep it to themselves and are uncomfortable sharing with others. After my father's death, I received two weeks of communication from friends regarding how I was etc, and then it stopped and noone asked anymore or talked about it. I am not upset by this, just found it interesting. Maybe after two weeks people assume you want to get on with your life normally and don't want to talk about it anymore? Seems like some sort of unspoken rule I didn't know about.
I think my desire to openly discuss such issues comes from suppressing my sexuality for 6 years. Dealing with something which (at the time) was horrendously painful and contained only within my own mind, has lead me to feel as though I need to express everything openly, and also to be as honest about everything as I can be. Containing all that is not healthy at all and I wish noone ever had to experience that, especially for no good reason. That fucking closet can suck my dick.
I remember when I worked at camera house in northlands mall full time during one of the nicest summers we have had, and I would walk to work singing to myself and smiling a lot because I was just happy for no reason. I was working in a minimum wage job in a noisy mall with a nasty, boring as fuck manager named Karina for 9 hours a day, following a generic retail script to entice customers into buying overpriced coffee mugs and mousepads with their loved ones faces on them, but I was somehow happy and excited about my life. I look back on the summer following my father's death as one of the most euphoric periods of my life. Life is strange like that. I guess it all sunk in later and has affected me in ways I didn't expect, ways that are much different than most unfamiliar with grief would expect. I look back on the weeks following the february earthquake as a positive time in my life. Why? I'm not sure. On the contrary, when I expect to have a good time or expect to enjoy a certain period of my life, often my brain decides otherwise and freaks the fuck out. It makes no sense.
Back to the subject of my father's death. I am very open about his death and the events which happened prior and following, and like the fact that I am comfortable in doing so. I do often worry that I am making those I discuss it with uncomfortable. Maybe my openness can be socially unacceptable from time to time? I think people assume that when someone has lost a loved one, they don't want to be "reminded" of the death. In my experience, I feel I can best deal with grief by talking about my father and the experience of his death, rather than keeping it inside. I want to talk about it as much as I can. I understand that some people wish to keep it to themselves and are uncomfortable sharing with others. After my father's death, I received two weeks of communication from friends regarding how I was etc, and then it stopped and noone asked anymore or talked about it. I am not upset by this, just found it interesting. Maybe after two weeks people assume you want to get on with your life normally and don't want to talk about it anymore? Seems like some sort of unspoken rule I didn't know about.
I think my desire to openly discuss such issues comes from suppressing my sexuality for 6 years. Dealing with something which (at the time) was horrendously painful and contained only within my own mind, has lead me to feel as though I need to express everything openly, and also to be as honest about everything as I can be. Containing all that is not healthy at all and I wish noone ever had to experience that, especially for no good reason. That fucking closet can suck my dick.
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