Dear Diary,

Er, Internet?

Tomorrow is June 30th. Another six months of another year gone. <Insert comment on time having no meaning>. It has been so long since I’ve written. (Isn’t that just how the diary entries go, bizarrely conversational as if writing inane letters to your future self about the mundanity of your current life.)

I’ve been thinking about this site, actually, that isn’t true, the idea of this site has been floating around in the periphery of my thoughts. The other day my URL was renewed, and I wondered to myself, why do I keep paying to have this thing that I rarely use?

Sure every once in a while I go through a phase of putting my thoughts out there for the world, not that anyone asked for them. It isn’t necessary, sometimes it can be cathartic, yelling into an eternal void (because yes, even if I deleted this entire website tomorrow you know there is an archived version somewhere – the internet is eternal (this is your reminder, in case you forgot)). Is there a point though?

A comic once called blogging ‘a conversation no one asked to have’, or something along those lines, the premise I suppose being that the entire world doesn’t really need to hear people whinge about <fill in the blank>. Though isn’t that what we have turned the internet into? No one is forced to come to this site and read my ramblings though (my view counts prove that), so if few to no people are reading this, then why bother?

Why not just pick up a journal and a pen to write pedantic ramblings in, to one day look back on and think ‘wow, I am good at complaining about nothing’ or ‘that wasn’t really that dramatic’? Don’t worry, I have one of those too, where I keep my most embarrassing/idiotic thoughts (please make sure someone burns those WITHOUT reading them, once I die).

Back to the point at hand, why bother having this site if I am not going to, at the very least, post occasional drivel? Since I have now paid for a whole year longer owning the domain, I guess I should get the most out of that money, which these days could have bought me at least two coffees.

So dear Internet, what should I fill these infinite pages with?

Since there isn’t really anyone to answer that, I guess I’ll just keep writing whatever randomness pops into my head. Though nothing too divisive, I wouldn’t want to start a pointless debate, that isn’t what the internet is for!

Good Night,
Likalia

Unintentional

Well, once again time has managed to just disappear. I was thinking ‘oh, I should write a post, it’s been a couple days’, then I checked and it’s actually been five days. I lost a whole work week.

Lost, isn’t the right word, I worked the whole work week, which is what you’re supposed to do during it. And yet, I really didn’t think five days had passed since I last wrote on here.

Tax season is definitely taking its toll, though it will really kick off when April rolls around, which given my sense of time lately will probably be in about five minutes.

I realize that I talk a lot about time these days. I’m sure my counselor would suggest that it is because I’ve had two big deaths in less than a year and that it makes you realize time is fleeting. (Madness takes its toll…(Rocky Horror reference, anyone)).

I don’t know if that is why I keep talking about it, or because me and everyone around me is getting older, or because I’m just tired, or because everyone is feeling the same way and there are tiny vibrations in the atmosphere that I’m tuning in to.

Either way, just like my lack of posts, it is unintentional.

Maybe, Maybe Not

I’ve decided it’s okay if I don’t post every day. I am going to try but right now there is too much happening with work and life that I don’t want to feel bad for not being able to come up with content.

I feel like I should have things to say and I probably do except that my brain is so overtaxed (sorry for the pun), that I start over thinking and end up with writer’s block.

Until tax season is over I’m giving myself permission to maybe, or maybe not, post something daily. It can be a surprise to both of us if something manifests itself from the brain fog.

(Like this post about posting or not posting.😉)

My Repeating Annoyances

I am sure we all have a list like this, the things that no matter how many times they happen, we never learn our lesson or seem to be able to avoid falling prey to their irritation.

  • Laundry will be done and in need of folding exactly when I want to just crawl into bed.
  • Related: Forgetting to make the bed with the clean linens until I’m wanting to crawl into said linens and go to sleep.
  • Putting an item I need to take somewhere beside the door, then leaving without said item.
  • Related: Needing to bring something home from work that I don’t remember until I’m pulling into the driveway.
  • Finding the energy to do some thing around the yard, that I’ve been procrastinating about, at the exact time it starts raining/snowing/whatever so I have to put it off again.
  • Trying over and over to buy back ups of my favourite clothes when they’re on sale but not managing to do it before they get a hole in them or completely wear out, forcing me to go without said favourite clothes or buy them at full price.
  • Grabbing an extra piece of paper towel, every time, until the entire roll is basically in piles of folded napkins on my coffee table/desk.
  • Meaning to call, text or email someone before they contact me and 99% failing by minutes.
  • Being exhausted beyond words right up until the moment my head hits the pillow when my brain starts thinking ALL THE THINGS.
  • Related: Thinking about people no longer in my life when my brain bounces randomly around from thought to thought then hits one tangentially connected to said people but this time gets stuck instead of bouncing off to the next thought.
  • Realizing I have to replace/recharge the batteries in something just as I need to use it.

Obviously these are just as the title says, annoyances, in their existence and their recurrence. Are they signs of a distracted mind? Probably. A busy one too.

We all have so much on our plates these days little annoyances are bound to pop up. Some toxic optimist would say you can’t have pleasing things without these types of experience for perspective.

Well I say I should be old enough now to not require examples in order to form obvious conclusions.

Knowing and writing this will not help. I’ll absolutely do at least one of these things within the next week.

I guess I should get used to them, but what fun is there for a stubborn, argumentative soul if they don’t have insignificant problems to complain about?

Time to go curl up in bed on a pile of clean linens while thinking about people I don’t want to and trying to fall asleep. 😉

New Mechanisms

The past few years have been, well shitty, for many of us. One way or another the pandemic has affected our lives, added another layer of stress to what, for many, was already too much.

I definitely have felt like more than one layer has been laid upon my life. Getting older comes with a few built in challenges for ourselves physically and mentally, plus from our families who are also getting older and experiencing similar challenges.

As you grow up you realise your parents won’t be around forever, but you hope it won’t impact your life too much. It does, no matter when it happens, but especially when you aren’t ready for it.

Happening during a stressful time in the world doesn’t help.

Happening when you have an extra stressful job half the year doesn’t help either.

Yet, some things have a habit of happening when you are least prepared for them.

I’ve said I vent here, to my (ever patient) friends, to my physical health practitioners. Well tomorrow I’m adding mental health practitioner.

Perhaps it is more accurate to say that I’m going to SEE if that is something that could help me deal with my stress/grief/anxiety.

I have never spoken with a mental health practitioner (counsellor/psychologist/etc) as far as I recall (my brain has a habit of archiving it’s harddrive, I’m the worst at remembering my own past).

Tomorrow I will try to discuss my life with a stranger – this could be interesting. If nothing else maybe tomorrow I’ll have something to write about – or are you not supposed to do that? Guess I will find out.

Reactions

I have been thinking about how people react to situations lately. Questioning why they decide to take a certain point of view or make a specific choice.

Humans seem to inevitably assume we are correct in our position and decisions. We are also a naturally stubborn species.

Yes, of course there are those who manage to rise above the fray and give those of us who care something to aspire towards, but for the most part we all act the same. With different ethics or morals in play. Different history creating different decision matrices in our brains.

I know this, yet I still become apoplectic when dealing with some people and their inability to listen or behave in a manner I feel best. I’m not saying I’m always right but…sometimes I am.

Experience teaches us all and when people specifically ignore your experience in a certain arena it is disappointing and in some circumstances potentially ill-advised.

The proverbial they, say that we only get truly angry when our core beliefs are threatened. My core beliefs are very practical, logical and scientifically based but my reactions to a perceived threat are almost visceral.

Yes, I can rant with the best of them. Incoherently scream until I’m blue in the face knowing it will get me nowhere because changing other people’s minds is difficult or sometimes impossible.

My reactions at these times, ranting to those close to me about other people’s poor choices, is always interesting to me. I lose an ability to calm myself, eventually I will, once I’ve vented my frustrations. As soon as I am done though I always wonder why I can’t stay calm. I have that ability in my professional life. People can say the most inane things to me as clients and I will nod and smile to them. Sure, as soon as they leave I am ranting to my coworkers, but that client thinks I am a beacon of professional grace.

So why can’t I react the same way in non-client interactions?

Family ones for instance. Sure you’ll probably say, ‘Well, family is different’. Okay, I suppose I care less about what they think of me and perhaps I think it is more important for them to benefit from my experience. Still it is the place where I could most benefit from that calm professionalism and I know this. So why does my brain go all prehistoric rage monster when I need it to be an enlightened calm monk?

We are such a complicated species and the last few years have definitely shown us the best and worst we are all capable of.

I think perhaps we all need to work on using our professional demeanor more in order to temper our reactions. One day I’ll find my inner calm for all situations, I’m working on it but it takes time and more patience than I currently have in reserve.

PS: I still don’t get why people make irrational, illogical choices but at least ranting…er…writing about it here makes me feel a little better.

A Long Time Ago…

That sounds like the opening to a novel. This is not a novel, but one has to start a story in some manner, so why not.

A long time ago, I used to be able to write whenever I put my fingers on the keyboard or a writing utensil to paper. It was a feeling like the words wanted to be created. Not that those words together necessarily formed anything that was worth reading, but they existed and that felt like an accomplishment.

When I say a long time ago, I don’t know exactly how long, decades maybe, but time seems to become less rigidly calculable the older I get. I will think of an event and realize that it happened much more recently or distant than I thought. So long ago feels like decades, but may have been only years.

Either way that habit of writing that felt so natural has become more of an effort. I’m sure I can think of numerous reasons that I find myself at a loss for words. Exhaustion from work/life. Lack of interesting things to say because of a lack of time or energy to experience new things to discuss. Maybe our brains just become less skilled at certain things over time, other mundane thoughts and tasks taking over the space where those words once flowed.

Repetition becomes a habit. We tell the same stories over and over (am I doing that now?), instead of creating new ones; everything by rote. A little bit like how our lives tend to take on routines: wake up; go to work; eat some food; go to sleep; repeat.

For the majority of us, we don’t seem to break out of these routines often. Lives based on specific needs create scenarios to fulfil those needs. We have to work to earn money to have a life, so we do, perhaps to the detriment of said life. It is a fine balance and that repetition prevents us from falling too far from our comfortable little bubbles. Never leaving our little bubbles though means less input for new stories.

A long time ago I was young and learning all the things, now I am older, still learning but the lessons aren’t always as impactful and generally not as interesting to try to relay. These days I open this blog, desperately wanting to feel that natural flow of words, but I stare at the page and spend too much time wondering if anyone else will care about my words (sometimes I wonder if I am even making sense when I do write).

This is where I am, comfortable in my bubble, but lacking new experiences to describe to you or perhaps lacking the will to impart some of those recent experiences.

I don’t wish to be in the past, that time is gone, those lessons learned (or not), but I do wish my mind could revert back to that state of expression. Maybe it is something that can be achieved through habit, can you relearn natural expression or am I writing on repeat?

Define Happiness

I watched One Night With Adele this evening, not because I was overly interested, it just happened to come on after another show I was watching so I figured, why not? The premise was Adele chatting with Oprah interspersed with a small private concert. This post isn’t about the show though – it was fine. This post is about one question, conversation, they had about being happy.

This is one of those questions that I’m always interested to hear how people answer, not because I think happiness is the “be all, end all” but because it is interesting to see how people define their own happiness.

Often people focus on others when creating their own happiness. I think parents are guilty of this, placing their children’s happiness before their own. Which to me has always seemed to undermine the message. How can your children be happy if you yourself are never happy? If you aren’t setting that example for them of what it looks like?

This is probably why I’ve never understood concepts like “stay together for the children”. Growing up, I was waiting for my parents to get divorced, I could see the tension and couldn’t understand why they kept pushing forward. (Yes, I know there are many complicated reasons people stay in relationships longer than they should, beyond children: money, comfort, abuse (emotional or physical), fear, religion, boredom.) In my mind, it always made more sense to be happy in one’s own right, before expecting those around them to be happy.

I digress though, happiness, people define it through others (children, partners) and some through deeds (charitable works, accomplishments). It is a bit of a complicated idea.

I’ve never really been “happy”, at least not in the way people wanted me to be. I’ve had many people in my life tell me I need to be happier or more optimistic until I showed them all the door. Having people tell you to “be happier” just makes you want to defy them for trying to instil their version of happiness in you and to turn into the grumpiest version of yourself, hence it is best to rid yourself of these people.

But what is happiness then?

For most people, it takes a good portion of their life to determine what makes them happy. We spend time testing out people, places and things, seeing what we like and don’t like. We can instantly decide we don’t like a certain food; a place might take a while to feel like home; people are harder, finding your own happiness is complicated but trying to fit other people into your version of happiness can be impossible. Probably why when we find people who we think make us happy we try to hold on for good or bad.

As we spend the time finding where we derive happiness we spend time testing out our capacity for happiness too. Some people thrive at a basic level of happiness, the kind you get from a good cup of coffee or a movie. They fill their life with these simple things or pleasures and never really strive for deeper happiness. Others require a much deeper level wherein only the answers to the universe will suffice. For most people, we never find a fixed place along that spectrum, instead, we move back and forth over time. Finding happiness in an honest conversation with friends, a simple sunset or a deeply introspective idea/book/piece of music.

I think I prefer this non-static version of happiness – I’m not wandering around smiling all the time. I have things that make me smile, happiness itself is just a little more ephemeral for me. I’m just living my life, a cynical pragmatist with a dark sense of humour.

If you think I should be more optimistic in order to be happier then you probably don’t want to listen to me vent about things and you shouldn’t be reading this blog – it will not make you happy.

Know Better

We all know better. We make decisions that we know we’ll regret. Some are small, eating that food that we know will upset our stomach, but it is tasty so we take the chance. Some are big, staying in a job/relationship/scenario that isn’t good for us.

Our reasons vary, from laziness to fear, comfort to security. We tell ourselves “Next time…”. Then next time comes and we make the same decision.

Eventually, once we’ve suffered enough, we’ll probably make the right decision and stick with it, but for some reason, it usually takes us the mistakes before we learn.

Then once we’ve learned the lesson, we want to impress that same knowledge onto others. Given the ability to see the mistake we want to prevent others from that suffering. Noble. Alas, that isn’t how we humans seem to work. We don’t want someone else to tell us we are wrong, we want to keep making mistakes until we reach our own epiphany.

Would we be better if we listened? Probably not, there is value in the lessons, if we accept them.

What should you have known better about today? Me? I should have known better than to eat _____, fill in the blank with almost any food. Did you think it would be more world-changing? Not today, remember my life is a little boring, it lacks the drama that creates many of our opportunities for lessons/mistakes. Next time…

Timing

As I just typed in a message to, well possibly the only person who will read this, committing yourself to write something creative every day is difficult, especially when your life isn’t terribly exciting.

It is possible that choosing to do so in the midst of a pandemic when you have no desire to go outside where the germs and the people are is not ideal timing.

You could just go outside, you say.

I could, I respond, but outside is where I take pictures and that really only helps a little bit.

Life, and by association, exciting or creative writing topics generally are only found by interacting with people and places.

Make something up, you say.

Fiction? I ask, but is that what you are wanting to read about? Should I just start making up stories? Are stories more interesting than my observations on life, or lack thereof? I suppose that is something I can try. Interspersed between photos and random thoughts.

I do have a lot of days to fill space – my timing could have been better. I don’t know if one can exactly place a restriction like time on creativity. I type having assigned myself the task of daily creation.