Preconceived Notions

Word to the wise...never ask your facebook buddies what you should write about. Nuff said.

Anyway....I thought I'd write about preconceived notions.

Why? Well considering how so many people like to have assumptions about who you are when they know only one facet about you...I can understand the frustration that comes with having people base judgement upon you. Presumptious labels have always been a piss off for me.

If you're too quiet or keep to yourself, people assume you're a snob.
If you're outspoken you're a bitch.
If you're friendly then you're easy.
If you're hyper then you're unstable.

It goes on and on...and it's irksome.

Instead of just assuming things about someone...why not find the time to get to know the person better and let them show you who they really are? Not everyone is social or overly open...we all have our demons and what not...why do so many think they are better for not having gone through the same obstacles/demons as someone else? Why base worth on trivial matters such as what clothes someone wears or how they phrase things? Eh...people confuse me on the reg.

Sometimes it makes me wonder what others think of me. Granted, even if I did know and I felt that someone's idea of what I was about was entirely incorrect, something tells me I'd wind up getting no where trying to correct them...because people see what they want to see, not necessairly see what's right infront of them. All I know...is that I do my best to represent myself in a positive light, and for those who continue to base worth/value/judgement upon me based on the past or rumours or assumptions...really aren't worth fighting with.

No sense welcoming people into my world when they'd rather keep to their outdated views of what I'm about.

Doing what I love to do

Drawing! :D Been asked by a few people to draw certain things and that makes me happy.

I miss my outlet, I really do. I can't sit down and draw like I once did...trying to find the concentrated time to unleash my imagination in paper and pencil form is becoming quite hard these days.

But this is what I get for not taking advantage of my free time. And once the baby is born I doubt I'll be able to sit down and sketch like I once was able to...it's a tad depressing but not overly so.

I know that eventually I'll be able to get some free time to partake in my hobby...so I guess for now I should make the most of my freedom and draw to my hearts content :3

I'll make sure to post pics of my creations when I'm done :D

*gags* Oh what a splendiferous odour..stings the nostrils quite nicely O__O;

Like we didn't have enough to contend with already...now we have to deal with our cat's odour at the hands of a skunk.

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Washing her with baby shampoo and wiping her down with baby wipes helped a bit, but she needs to be immersed in tomato juice or the hydrogen peroxide/baking soda/dish soap remedy a few times...which is just uber fab considering my bf and I already have some nasty gashes/scratches all over us from our first attempt at washing her...and due to my allergies, all the marks on me are swelled up and feel like they're on fire. @___@;

SOOOOOOOOoooooo...tomorrow we're on a mission to get hydrogen peroxide, baking powder, a sprayer, vinegar, ground coffee, incense, febreeze for the air AND upolstry, carpet powder and tomato juice for Charolette and just go to town. I can't afford the ozone machine so that's a no go, so it's all about home remedies and strong air fresheners.

*sighs and shakes head* Fawwwwwwwwwwwwwk. Wish us luck!

My own interpretation of spirituality

Whoa...heavey subject to converse about eh? Yeah I know...I'm prone to random reflection at times...comes with having an overactive mind hehe.

I was raised Catholic due to my father's beliefs. I went to catholic schools and did my best to be a good catholic school girl...but I never quite fit in with the mainstream ideology that comes with being catholic.

Many a time I would debate with my religion teacher in highschool *who was a nun* and I'd often find myself in trouble for daring to question things about my religion. Basically I was informed that I shouldn't dare question things...just blindly accept and follow their teachings...and being an opinionated and inquisitive lass from an early age...I resented not being able to converse freely about religion. The only class I actually enjoyed in highschool that revolved around religion was WORLD religion..and I found it fascinating...all the other cultures, the other paths that people took in order to be one with a higher power...it was so refreshing...but I had religion and world religion classes one after another...and found that I barely passed religion class but got high 80's in world religion...mostly due to the fact that my world religion teacher was open to discussion whereas my basic religion class teacher shunned me for 'making her job more difficult than it needed to be". I thought a teacher's job was to educate and open one's mind with information, not bitch at their students because of their ability to think outside the box.

So after I graduated highschool I took the rebel route and proclaimed myself as being atheist for awhile...moreso to piss off people who I deemed fanatical about religion. I would grind my teeth at formulated opions about religion and how I was doomed to live hell on earth if I didn't convert. I'd have many a religious person knock on my door, shoving pamphlets in my face while grinning broadly...and it seemed no matter how respectful and polite I was in telling them that I did not care for their teachings, I would be continuously hounded by them until I told them to bloody well eff off. In hindsight I wish I hadn't been so quick to aggitation and explained myself/my philosophy on things instead of telling them to leave me the heck alone.

These days...I find myself more of an agnostic than an atheist...there are many things in this world that defy explanation, miracles and such...and part of me just can't sum up a miracle as 'sheer dumb luck'. While browsing Wikipedia *ah...good ol wikipedia* I found a few snippets that I believe explains my outtake on all things religious/spiritual:

"Religion implies a particular faith tradition that includes acceptance of a metaphysical or supernatural reality, whereas spirituality is not necessarily bound to any particular religious tradition. Those who speak of spirituality outside of religion often define themselves as "spiritual but not religious" and generally believe in the existence of many different "spiritual paths" - emphasizing the importance of finding one's own individual path to spirituality.

Spirituality is seen as a path toward one or more of the following: a higher state of awareness, perfection of one's own being, wisdom, or communion with God or with creation. Spirituality aims both at inner growth and outward manifestations of this growth. Love and/or compassion are often described as the mainstay of spiritual development.

Though physical and biological scientists today avoid supernatural explanations to describe reality (see naturalism), many scientists continue to consider science and spirituality to be complementary, not contradictory"

All I've ever wanted was to expand my horizons and evolve through love and compassion...and although I may not be the textbook definition of religious, I too find myself being mocked for my beliefs by people who feel that I am only prolonging the inevitable, that I should just conform to their ideals of what should be and proceed to heavily persuade my peers into believing what I have told to believe.

That will never fly with me. I respect people's right to live their lives the way they choose to as LONG as it is respectful towards others...meaning no forceful hatred or harm inflicted upon others...and with so many groups of people using religious scriptures to validate their hate crimes upon people who are different (gay people, people who do not follow the majority's religious path and therefore beat them into submission)...I don't think I'll ever become a TRUE catholic...but I don't mind...for I believe in equality, respect and compassion towards all, not just fellow catholics.

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN! duuu duuu de duuuuu... *hums to herself*

Maaaaaan....I can't WAIT to give birth.

Bring it on, been ready since I was around 6 months...but ah, the waiting...the constant waiting...!

I'm not one who handles pregnancy well...and I don't mean I become a raving lunatic or anything like that, physically I am unable to handle it well. I eal with a LOT of physical discomfort plus I am a high risk pregnancy (I'm RH negative) and omg...the lack of being able to do what I'm used to...many a day I curse at my imobility...yes I understand it and realize that it will be over soon, but I'm a get up and go do things kind of lass and the fact that I can't even get out of a chair/the couch or put on shoes or bend down to pick something up is maddening....MADDENING I tell you! >:U.

I am also bloody well tired of having my ever growing girth being compared to this lady or that lady or this friend or that friend..."Oh I was so SMALL compared to youuuuu!" or "You sure you're not having twins?"

People should bloody well be thankful I do NOT say what's immediately on my mind, otherwise a LOT of people would be told to get bent...and that's just putting it politely. How easy it must be for people to be so 'unintentionally' rude....and the moment you state that...hey, could you just lay off the CONTINUOUS commentary about how big I've become, they twist things to absolve themselves of guilt/lacking tact and make it seem like yer just being 'hormonal'. Ahhh fawk that nonsense. I never made it my goal to make a pregnant woman feel insecure/forever conscious of how their body has changed...I ask how they are doing/feeling, what they've been up to, and if they need anything, not marvel at how wide their asses are or how big their tits are or how many babies there are currently harbouring in their currently enlarged uteruses.

A few people have been smug towards me, saying 'Oh you'll miss the attention you got" Um...no. Not at all. I like having personal space...I'm not one for being fawned over and over...I'll be happy when I get the simple "So how are you holding up?".

I'm also really into the nesting phase...clean clean clean, that's all we ever do around here. Bless my daughters who have been nothing but helpful without any resentment, they are my angels and I know that they will be helpful when the lil one comes, but I'm not going to impose all responsibility upon them so that they get to the point where they resent the lil one...helping is one thing, depriving them of personal time for themselves is something else altogether. My bf is also doing his part to help me without complaint, for which I am truly thankful...he knows that things are going to change dramatically but I don't think he knows to what extent just yet...let's just hope that his eagarness and patience stays intact!

Still so much to do and so little time....better enjoy my ability to sleep while I still can, it's going to be an exhausting first 3 months, and that's if I'm lucky!

Emotion vs Logic...LETS GET READY TO RUMMMBLLLLE!

I can't help but derive a bit of amusement when people spout off at the mouth INSISTING that people who are emotional/sensitive are lacking in the logic department. It really is to laugh. To assume that because you have the capacity to feel means you lack intelligence...where do people get this stuff?? O____O

I am a sensitive person, always have been. Most think it's an endearing quality to have, but are thankful for the most part that they do not have that soft spot, that they can be callous towards things that do not affect them directly. Granted there ARE times when I wish I could tone down my ability to be empathetic/sympathetic because I do absorb a lot of hurt from what others project...but I'm getting better at not allowing it to affect me to the point of depression...back in the day I'd feel SOOOOOOO much that I felt like I couldn't breathe :C.

Y'see...I can be callous if I choose to be...but I'd rather give a damn than show indifference. But for people to assume that because I choose to be compassionate is a sign of failed logic, or worse, a WEAKNESS...is absurd.

Let's take a quick peak as to the meaning behind logic and being sensitive, shall we? Oh yes let's! Control your giddiness! lol

log·ic [loj-ik]
noun

~ a particular method of reasoning or argumentation: 'We were unable to follow his logic.'

~reason or sound judgment, as in utterances or actions: 'There wasn't much logic in her move.'

~ convincing forcefulness; inexorable truth or persuasiveness: the irresistible logic of the facts.

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Basically logic boils down to how persuasive your points/counter points are...so that no one can argue with what you say and accept it is fact all around. Hmm. Alright, on to the second definition *drum rolllllllllllllllllllllllllll*

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sen·si·tive [sen-si-tiv]
adjective

~endowed with sensation; having perception through the senses.

~readily or excessively affected by external agencies or influences.

~having acute mental or emotional sensibility; aware of and responsive to the feelings of others.

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Hmmm...interesting. Awareness and emotional sensibility eh...doesn't that sound *gasp* LOGICAL??? Dun dun dunnnn

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I think people just assume that to be logical you must be emotionally detatched in order to see things clearly, that being emotional/sensitive clouds your judgement with unecessary thought processes.

I'd rather be intune with people and how they feel to get a better/clearer understanding instead of trying to showcase my all knowing logical mind and forcefully persuading someone that my point of view cannot be argued/contended with.

But I'm just a sensitive ol' fool eh, what do I know? :P Nyaaahhhh hehe

Hey do you hear me?

No no I'm not literally asking if you can hear me, since...well I AM writing this :P

I came across a very..well in MY eyes, profound status on facebook and it inspired me to write today, oh joyous day! ^0^

"The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention.... A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words."

That's NOT to say that kind words do not have power in themselves...but I find that many a time we just need to be truly heard...to not have our situation/fears analyzed/compared to others. Sometimes we just need silent acknowledgement and compassion so that we can find our OWN answers instead of having someone basically silence you with their quick fixes/assessment of what's they deem is troubling you.

See I can play devil's advocate rather well. I can see how some would rather just fix the problem, but not all problems can be fixed...sometimes you have to learn the lesson just by reflecting upon it...I'm dealing with this sort of experience myself at the moment. However my problem lies in me feeling that no one truly WANTS to hear me...that they'd mock me for not finding a solution and going through with it...it's not that I enjoy mulling about over things that trouble me...if there was an easy answer to everything I'd be bloody well set, but resolution never comes that easy...it's a surefire way to bring on disappointment to just assume that EVERYTHING can be fixed by one specific motion, whatever that may be. Sometimes...we must suffer in order for us to grow into who we were meant to be.

I do my best to listen...but I think I need to work on that more...I definitely do not want to upset anyone by making them think that I'd rather hear myself think aloud about their issues.