By Nedra Tawwab

Why it’s important to reevaluate the stories we tell ourselves

There is a series on Showtime called The Affair. The aspect of the show I liked best was that it was told from multiple perspectives. In every episode, each character shared their account of a conversation. Within an episode we would get all of these different versions of the same event, and it was so interesting. There are so many different ways to experience something. More than one truth can exist.

We may have a different perception of ourselves and the way we come across than the people around us. Someone may find themselves in disbelief that someone thought they were rude when in reality that is a perception that is commonly held by the people around them.

There is a series on Showtime called The Affair. The aspect of the show I liked best was that it was told from multiple perspectives. In every episode, each character shared their account of a conversation. Within an episode we would get all of these different versions of the same event, and it was so interesting. There are so many different ways to experience something. More than one truth can exist.

We may have a different perception of ourselves and the way we come across than the people around us. Someone may find themselves in disbelief that someone thought they were rude when in reality that is a perception that is commonly held by the people around them.

This is a very well-written, no-fluff essay on living and dying in the Ukraine.

It is easy for me to wake up, get on with my day and forget about those waking up to a world of pure insanity.

What is going on IS insane…

Drop the Load

by Rick Hanson

Why?

You may have seen the old Mickey Mouse movie in which he is working at a conveyor belt in a factory. More and more widgets come at him that he has to handle, and he gets increasingly frazzled as he struggles to keep up.

Do you ever feel the same way? Think about all the dishes, emails, meetings, reports, drives, calls returned, laundry folded, children tucked into bed, friends comforted, errands run, etc. etc. Most of a person’s tasks, even all of them, could be individually rewarding and done for a good purpose, but taken as a whole they’re often too much. It’s certainly gotten this way for me.

Doing crowds out being, the urgent crowds out the important, and you go to bed after working hard all day feeling frustrated and maybe self-critical that you didn’t get more done. (…) At the heart of it all there’s an unfreedom: you can feel chained to obligatory tasks.

What to do?

Take on Fewer Tasks
Of course, it’s good to make an effort, to hold up your end of the log. You honor your previous commitments. And sometimes new things come your way – some wonderful, some not – that do require a lot of work. (,,,)

Your Life is Not Yours

by Nicklas Goke

Your entire life, death is with you. You know it’s coming. It knows it’s coming. It’s just a matter of when.

Death is your neighbor, and one day, he’ll come over. The funny thing is when he does, you’ll be the least affected.

“Interesting expression, ‘taking your own life,’” Sherlock Holmes once remarked. “Taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else.”

We tend to think death is the worst thing that can happen to us, but actually, it is the worst thing that can happen to the people we love. Our death, that is.

When we live in fear of death, we often try to take ridiculous precautions, like working hard to build “a legacy,” whatever that means, or amassing a fortune we’ll never get to spend. Ironically, we might neglect the very people who’ll bear the brunt of our departure in the process.

You Are Who I Love

By Aracelis Girmay

 

You, selling roses out of a silver grocery cart

You, in the park, feeding the pigeons
You cheering for the bees

You with cats in your voice in the morning, feeding cats

You protecting the river   You are who I love
delivering babies, nursing the sick

You with henna on your feet and a gold star in your nose

You taking your medicine, reading the magazines

You looking into the faces of young people as they pass, smiling and saying, Alright! which, they know it, means I see you, Family. I love you. Keep on.

Nick Cave, lead of the rock band Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, and author of The Ass Saw the Angel (to name only a few of his accomplishments) writes the Red Hand Files, a newsletter for his fans to ask questions.  

His writing is informed by the loss of his young son, who died from a fall while climbing in England a few years ago.

Below Nick responds to Valerio, a mother who is concerned about passing her current cynicism on to her son.

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The Red Hand Files, Nick Cave

ISSUE #190 / APRIL 2022

Following the last few years I’m feeling empty and more cynical than ever. I’m losing faith in other people, and I’m scared to pass these feelings to my little son. Do you still believe in Us (human beings)?

In November of 2016 I wrote a blog post entitled, “Will Trump Presidency Be a Razor Blade in the Hands of a 3-Year-old or Not?” (post link is included below). That post violated what I said I wouldn’t do: write about politics.

I have been an independent and voted for both Republican and Democrat candidates for decades, so a Republican in office doesn’t throw me. But after listening to Trump’s masterful manipulation during and after the campaign and his “snort and lifted-chin leadership approach” coupled with his flagrant abuse of power, my psych background got the better of me and, yep, I am stepping into the political ditch again.

So here we are – in a mess. And here we deserve to be, folks.

Many Republicans behind closed doors actually acknowledge that Trump is wacko. But the desire for personal power has become more important than their character or their ultimate place in history.  Bottom line, the politicians who put their better judgement aside in order to remain in power are now our country’s most visible pimps and most of their constituents their prostitutes.

“You Vaccinated?”

I was in a grocery store this week wearing a mask when a man in the neighboring check-out lane shouted across the way at me, “Hey, are you vaccinated?” I nodded that I was. At which point he came toward me, aggressively yelling that he relied on God to keep him safe and that I was daft to be wearing a mask.

Really? In Whole Foods??? This kind of brazen aggression starts with one’s mouth but isn’t far from ending with one’s gun. It’s what causes me to agree with those who fear there will be blood in the streets before “it” is over.

The Exhausted Majority: How did we get here?

I read a piece this week about our country’s “exhausted majority,” reminding me as did columnist Frank Bruni, that Trump didn’t win the majority of the vote.

So how did we become such an inept blithering complaining powerless majority, so disillusioned that many of us are becoming disinterested?

We could chalk it up to the fact that we are all a bit ADD, but more importantly, I don’t think anyone ever thought the United States of America could sink this low on so many fronts.

A Worthy Consideration

A friend recently suggested Congressional decisions should be presented and debated in chambers that include young children. That is, all presenters and debaters should have to look directly at young children’s faces and declare the policy they are defending is good for each child’s future– and provide the specifics as to why it is. 

It may seem like a limp start – but it’s better than anything I have thought of lately.

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Article Link: https://www.talkingbittersweet.com/will-trump-presidency-be-a-razor-blade-in-the-hands-of-a-3-year-old-or-not/