tell me your stories, tell me about yourselves.
your ups and downs.
I’m here, let’s connect.
Category Archives: Self-Compassion
…ADHD strangers online…
… seems a little difficult to connect to other ADHD people on facebook whom I don’t already know, as the association, on facebook and others’s part, of the term “disease” with it is MOST off-putting.
I one sure way to enrage me like you have NEVER seen is to imply that I have a disease because I am more energetic than you.
breathes deeply while frowning…
that’s the polite version. I nearly said 6 or seven examples of adjectives of which I am “better at” and “more of” than the proverbial “you.”
…
I wonder if the western idea of success…
sometimes I wonder, if the western idea (there are other versions of it elsewhere in the world, yes)
but I wonder if the western idea of success…
is in fact imperialistic, overarching, conquering, violent, and unnecessary.
and that perhaps getting by with less than everything, and simply being happy, you know, and ENJOYING LIFE… matter more.
it is always through the graces of some very kind people that I come to such thoughts.
Tagged African Music because it was the kindness of many Africans at an “African Contributions to Kern County CA” conference (at which I (and some African friends) was playing (yes, African) music at , that led to these thoughts.
and the fact that in general, I think Africans more often have got this down…, that is, being in the moment, and enjoying life now.
is that racist? 😉 no.
pilates EVERY morning…IF….
If I actually did PIlates EVERY morning, would I
EVER
stop being out of it for hours afterwards, and just “weak” that night?  smile emoticon
Nietzsche quotage
“No Artist Tolerates Reality.”
-Nietzsche.
you got THAT right.
#‎thisiswhyIdontwantasmartphone‬.
love coffeehouses where you have to enter a code to use the internet. If i can mange to NOT enter said code, I actually do things.
thoughtful, intuitive, insightful, intelligent
some people are perhaps very thoughtful, intuitive, insightful, intelligent in such ways. perhaps they are loving, perhaps they are less judging, through their own fault or through the fact that how they do or do not express themselves HAPPENS to remind me of angry mom, or not,
perhaps they are quiet, perhaps they see things.
I’m glad of them. they seem exceedingly rare,
those who concern themselves “not much if at all” with worldly everyday surface/boring things, to me at least.
what am I seeking?
yeah….
if I’m NOT trying to use people to make me feel better, and I’m NOT seeking some kind of replacement for parental shortcomings….
then what the hell AM I seeking?
what’s that? to listen to other people?
…I don’t seem to want to do that.
I mean, I like my own thoughts.
what the hell…
Those who don’t believe in Magic-quote
“Those who don’t believe in Magic will never find it.”
Roald Dahl
take that, Ayn Rand
so many options all the time.
so many options all the time… so many choices… (but I ain’t bein religious cause that’s havin something else decide for you, but I digress.)
gotta choose, so many things. gotta learn, so many things.