A Dose of Sanity: Part Twenty
No (point for) This Madness: An Open Letter to the Friend in us All
How many times a day do you desire something because of a label? Or cringe from it because it is one that is not in line with your thinking? Labels come in all forms, and the ones that hurt us the most are not the ones we continue to consume in our increasingly commodity-driven existence (we are told we should have so others will think we have “made it”).
They are the labels we attach to everything…. and to everyone.
They pigeon-hole us into an existence set forth by, not ourselves (ironically), but the framers of the ideas of these labels.
They give the control of your personality to another.
They hold others to a place we have given them and they stop (often) further thought from progressing.
They free the person taking on the label the need to explore further their own existence, for they can find comfort in the bosom of the label. But often that comfort will come back to bite you.
They cause us to fear, to hate, to hide away from a person …. Because of a label.
They make us less of a species.
What will it take to be free of such binds and restriction? What will it take to be strong enough to let go?
Acceptance of fear of the unknown? Understanding that differences will always exist? Knowledge?
It is time for all of us to stop this practice of Negative Theology.
The Continuing Evolution: or The March Towards Detachment
Ever notice (for those of you that are a bit older) how much we do on our computers now… and how many of those activities can now be one of solice or one of interaction in a detached sort of way?
Food for thought on the evolution of human interaction. Technology is changing not only the things we use, but the way we use them and ultimately our personalities (in some ways) as well.
Half empty/half full? Chicken or the Egg? …. Does it matter sometimes when the stakes are so high?
A friend of mine recently was speaking with me about something which I found quite interesting… and sort of characteristic of part of the big problem we have as a species…. We got around to the topic of Climate Change (NOT global warming), and she told me a story that made me think….
…..Checking out at the supermarket recently, the young cashier suggested I should bring my own bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. I apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days“.
The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations“.
She was right about one thing–our generation didn’t have the green thing in “Our” day. So what did we have back then? After some reflection and soul-searching on “Our” day, here’s what I remembered we did have….
Back then, we returned milk bottles, pop bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles repeatedly. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 240 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of Wales. In the kitchen, we blended & stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right. We didn’t have the green thing back then.
We drank from a water fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mums into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?…..
Now I may not be old enough to have had my nappies washed (actually I think I do remember my mother washing and hanging many white cloths to dry now that I think of it), nor some of the other things this person spoke of, but what I found most interesting about this conversation was the mere thought of this person (the cashier that so quickly blamed all the problems of the earth today on… the other generations), that the problem was…. someone else’s.
That seems to be something we as a species are very good at doing… blaming someone else. We have done it for far too long when it comes to this Global Warming thing.
Today, with our recycling programs, our hybrids and our energy saving (everything), we like to think we are doing so much better than generations before us.
But are we really?
We are consuming more than ever. Our technologies drinking up more and more energy, the amount of “stuff” we are accumulating is forever raising. Whenever I see an advertisements for travel, generally they all now include “shopping” as part of the amazing get-a-way adventure. Airports have been turned into giant malls (and indeed the planes themselves) as the drive for us to consume penetrates everywhere. No longer is it just enough to have one of anything. One needs to have two… three… or more.
So I wonder what this person meant by…”your generation”? for in my thinking…. I don’t see this as a generational thing at all. We are ALL to blame for the situation we are in now, and with the increase in technologies and each passing generation, our consumption has risen, and continues to do so. Sure, we may now require our factories to produce things cleaner, we may expect our cars to release less CO2, but in the end, our consumption goes on … unabated, and I fail to see how anyone does not see the connection of that to the larger problems we have right now. Just because one recycles, or uses a hybrid (which in itself brings up a whole other set of issues), or buys energy saving products, the amount of things we are buying is not changing, and what people don’t really seem to understand is that unless we make a change in that area, nothing will every change… at least not until the energy sources run out, or become priced out of our price range (along with EVERY product EVER made as ALL things in our existence in some way, shape or form are touched by oil).
I may not be that old, but when I hear conversations such as this it makes me wonder when it is a person hits an age where they start to see the “big picture” of everything. Perhaps that is a bit generalizing in its assumptions, and to say it is an age thing before one sees the big picture is like saying that all persons with a degree are…”smart”.
What I should (or mean to) say is, if we don’t all soon start grasping the REAL big picture of what is going on, the consequences will be something this generation (I speak of the one whom speaks like this person did) will have to deal with the backlash when it comes your time to be “one of those whom did not have the green thing back in those days”
What is in a Word? Part One:
Languages are full of words that convey a whole set of ideas and thoughts that go far beyond the simple word we use to describe an idea. For every word we use, ten, a hundred, a thousand more could easily be used (by another) to convey (their) idea of the same thing). Such is the fascination of our Languages.
Why not try a few of these ones on for size in a little exercise I call
In a Word…..
v. -to sing and cry at the same time
n. -the delusion that things are more beautiful than they are
adj. -(to be) forsaken by a lass
n.- the comfort which one hath of his wife
n. -people who live on opposite sides of the equator, and whose shadows at noon thus fall in opposite directions
n. -the process of becoming wealthy
n.- an excessive desire for material wealth
n. -an excessive desire to stay in bed
n. -feigned disinterest in a desired object
n. -a worshiper of bread
v. -to imitate one’s father
n. -the first person one meets after leaving the house
n. -that part of an animal’s skin that it cannot reach to scratch
v.- to launch a frog or toad into the air
n. a combination of the good and the beautiful in a person
adj.- wandering from house to house
A Dose of Sanity: Part Five
There are three kinds of people in your life:
-Those that like you naturally, or who would if they met you.
-Those that like you only while you are performing a mating dance/ or giving them something they need. Usually involves a steady stream of compliments, gifts, entertainments or your undivided attention.
-Those that will never like you, including ones who had a relationship with you (in some form/fashion) in the past and decided they did not like you after all
People are their own worst enemy: Part One
This one is far too easy and obvious a target. I will let the words speak for them self…..