>Went to my friends house for the weekend. Had a great time. Fireplace, ocean, wine, chat. Lovely relaxing weekend. Now I’m back. I’m depressed. I’d rather be there. Oh, well.
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>Discussion With Myself
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Since nobody ever comments. Duh! Anyway….invited to my friend’s for the weekend. Great. Love my friends, love to hang out with them, steak on the grill, new house, snow. It’s all good. So why does it cause anxiety? Getting up, getting presentable, remembering what to take, what about the cat, etc.
But I WANT to go. I want to have fun and get away from this box of a flat for a bit. So today, I wake up with full body pain. The issue that is open for discussion is this:
Is the pain my body’s way of saying, “Oh, fun. Can’t have that, now can we?” or is it my psyche’s way of saying, “Oh, anxiety. Too much stress and anxiety is bad. Let’s have some pain so we don’t have to do the scary thing.”
Read a book about the whole ‘pain is your body’s way of protecting you from anxiety and stress’. But is it? I don’t know. What do you do when these issues come up, ‘want to do something, causes stress and anxiety though, so….’
I’d really love if someone with experience with this would comment. Please?
UPDATE: Third option. Coincidence?
>Fisher House Foundation
>For families of wounded soldiers.
>This is Cute
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>TThe comments are good, too.
>Inhumane Treatment of WikiLeaks Soldier Bradley Manning | Human Rights Now – Amnesty International USA Blog
>Uh……….
She is reporting this as if it were real news. Where is my mothership? I need to get off this planet before it’s too late.
EDIT: Yes, I know you’ve all already read this, but it occurs to me that I don’t want to give them any more exposure than they’ve got already. My apologies. I was and am appalled, but having slept on it, it just seems a better idea to ignore them.
If you haven’t already read it, you didn’t really miss anything worth thinking about. Seriously.
>Frustration
>This blog, MY blog, won’t let me reply to a comment. What’s that about?
>Adamo-It Gets Better
>I love this guy. I used to be addicted to Degrassi. LOL
>Holocaust Remembrance Day
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http://www.ushmm.org/museum/exhibit/focus/ihrd/comment_post.php
http://trendsupdates.com/holocaust-guilt-has-never-been-the-same-since/
Whenever I am reminded of this, of Bosnia, of Rwanda, it always makes me think: Those who did these terrible things were people just like me, people with mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers. If they are capable of inflicting such horrors onto others, would I be capable of doing the same in the same circumstances? Would I forget my humanity just as easily as they did? Could I turn into a monster, too? Buddhism teaches ‘right’ living, thinking, working. ‘Right’ meaning in a way that does no harm to oneself or others. (Link below) Would I be able to remember that? Would I be able to live that? These thoughts and ideas scare me. That I could be one of those people who could/would commit such atrocities on my fellow humans. I think that is why it is important to never forget these things happened. Because they can just as easily happen again, and in fact, are happening in various places around the world right now. I am shamed by this, and by my inability to do anything to stop it.
http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/eightfoldpath.html
I see I have lost a follower. Not everyone can agree with my positions, I understand that. I have been angry with the world recently, and it has shown in this blog. Less about being ill, more about political and religious ideas. Rather than ceasing to follow, it would be good if people would comment with their own ideas, whether it is disagreeing with me, agreeing with me, or providing a completely different point of view. I am not close-minded, I am just opinionated. I like hearing other points of view, I like debate, I like learning, even if it means I learn I am wrong. Speak up people. I know you’re out there.
>The new picture
>Is not mine. It’s from Cute Overload. But it is just too cute not to use for a bit. It makes me smile. I need smiling today.


