I asked myself today - am I still skeptical It's been ages since I managed to share any of my opinions or observations and I'm beginning to to miss it. It's not that I like to complain or anything... I just feel it's a part o my personality is going to silent rest and I'm not really willing to cope with that.
I found myself at the edge of a possible life turn recently. And it's not the first one to be exact. I started to work with a life and career coach. I always had a smile for their methods... I thought that if I worked really hard myself I wouldn't need their help. The thing is - would I work that hard?
But then again - when we work - all they say is -think what would You do in a situation like that? How would You react to... what is Your dream work place like? and all those seem so innocent and so similar to each one. There are times, when I feel like a child led by a hand across the one way street. I feel helpless and slightly ashamed. At the same time I think, that everything they tell me is already in my head, so Why would I need them?
There are still couple of days left to work on it, so maybe in a while I'll be able to tell You (or me) who am I, and who's kidding here...
I am, however, wondering... why is every single session so exhausting?
Wednesday 13 February 2013
Saturday 25 February 2012
On V-day, ten days later
And so the show's over.
Flowers bought are now dry and broken if not thrown out, but there's something remaining - the memory of the day.
I used to hate the day, coz I was alone, and I envied. Then I stopped being alone but I did not stop the feeling for the day.
What is the point showing "the big love" on this one day and fill somebody's pockets while buying chockolates and roses. Why can'r you do it any other day. What kind of love is it that shows only for this one day and then it is called romantic. Nay - that's pathetic. In so many ways and in so many cases love comes last on this day, because male get the feeling of urge to buy flowers (so "your lady won't be sad, and won't be the only one without the flower on that day) - just like the necessity for eating a donut on a Fat Thursday.
And Women - well not trying to be sexist but they usually don't feel urged to do anything but to be adored.
Again there's another Big Day for that.
And what happens if Your love doesn't get the flower in the very morning, the day is ruined? Nothing happened? What if there's no dinner waiting in the fancy restaurant?
Why can't You do it on any other day of the year - with no cause, no reason and no hidden intentions, and then call it romantic...
Oh well
OA
Flowers bought are now dry and broken if not thrown out, but there's something remaining - the memory of the day.
I used to hate the day, coz I was alone, and I envied. Then I stopped being alone but I did not stop the feeling for the day.
What is the point showing "the big love" on this one day and fill somebody's pockets while buying chockolates and roses. Why can'r you do it any other day. What kind of love is it that shows only for this one day and then it is called romantic. Nay - that's pathetic. In so many ways and in so many cases love comes last on this day, because male get the feeling of urge to buy flowers (so "your lady won't be sad, and won't be the only one without the flower on that day) - just like the necessity for eating a donut on a Fat Thursday.
And Women - well not trying to be sexist but they usually don't feel urged to do anything but to be adored.
Again there's another Big Day for that.
And what happens if Your love doesn't get the flower in the very morning, the day is ruined? Nothing happened? What if there's no dinner waiting in the fancy restaurant?
Why can't You do it on any other day of the year - with no cause, no reason and no hidden intentions, and then call it romantic...
Oh well
OA
Wednesday 27 July 2011
being "used to"
... or maybe I should say: "Out of the blue"...
The day was fine and quite sunny, the work went nicely and everything looked brighter as the freshly finished phone call brought some more happy news, and then...
the computer stopped.
...and it did not start any more...
tragedy - isn't it? But the best part had just begun... when I swore all the world with all the invention I could refer to, and started to...
slowly memorize all the data I'd just lost that was desperately needing in the next few days. The practice shows that making back ups daily pays.
Crap
The day was fine and quite sunny, the work went nicely and everything looked brighter as the freshly finished phone call brought some more happy news, and then...
the computer stopped.
...and it did not start any more...
tragedy - isn't it? But the best part had just begun... when I swore all the world with all the invention I could refer to, and started to...
slowly memorize all the data I'd just lost that was desperately needing in the next few days. The practice shows that making back ups daily pays.
Crap
Wednesday 6 July 2011
Having a breakdown and hating it
One of the best experiences in life is surely having and raising a son. And so I am blessed with a 9 month old toddler who's capable of attracting my full attention all day through no matter how busy with work I am. And that - unfortunately - is not a cheerful notice.
But I endure holding on to the thought of my wife coming back home and taking care of our son. And then the breakdown comes as she starts preparing dinner, vacuuming, dishwashing, hand-washing, changing-the-diapers and boiling the bottles... and asking with what seemed like "every-fifteen-minutes" frequency: "Can You take him for a little while".
So I did. I love my son. So i did, what I was asked for,but then i had no time for my work...
Later, at the late evening meal, My Beloved asked me, how come she does all the housework after she comes back from work, whereas I cannot do a single one when at home the whole morning.
I tried to think of an excuse, that I did not have any hands to give a baby to "for a little while", but whatever I tried did not work.
The only conclusion I came up with was to agree and admit that women are more multitask prepared than any man.
But I endure holding on to the thought of my wife coming back home and taking care of our son. And then the breakdown comes as she starts preparing dinner, vacuuming, dishwashing, hand-washing, changing-the-diapers and boiling the bottles... and asking with what seemed like "every-fifteen-minutes" frequency: "Can You take him for a little while".
So I did. I love my son. So i did, what I was asked for,but then i had no time for my work...
Later, at the late evening meal, My Beloved asked me, how come she does all the housework after she comes back from work, whereas I cannot do a single one when at home the whole morning.
I tried to think of an excuse, that I did not have any hands to give a baby to "for a little while", but whatever I tried did not work.
The only conclusion I came up with was to agree and admit that women are more multitask prepared than any man.
Thursday 6 January 2011
I shall wear midnight – Terry Pratchett
Whenever I'm asked about Terry Pratchett's books I answer – You've got to either love it or misunderstand it. In any case I suggest reading the Discworld novels in their chronological order. That's the best way to observe how Pratchett developed and actually mastered his craft into what it is now.
The problem with understanding Pratchett's books is that after the first one or two novels readers tend to think they've met with another humoresque on fantasy. To be honest it's hard to disagree... in the beginning. It takes a little more time and attention to notice all the comments and observations hidden in between the lines. With every book Pratchett's creation became more and more critical to the real society and institutions.
I shall wear Midnight is no different. It is a fourth part of what some call „children's Discworld” the part of the series that deals with a teenage Witch called Tiffany Aching. Everyone living on the Disc knows that Withces should be treated seriously considering possible consequences of not doing so. Witches of the Disc know that most of it lies in headology and the right circumstances. In that aspect Pratchett is the ultimate Witch creating the Circumstances. And that is a significant Capital „C” for they are a separate Dramatis personæ of his novels.
This time it's time for Tiffany to present us with a daily routines of a Witch. It's never too easy. As we know she is a Main Character and, as such, she's doomed to deal with a faith overcoming her capabilities. And so Miss Aching sees and does things that no ordinary sixteen-year-old should see or do. But then again... she has no other choice.
It doesn't take long to notice, that there's something in the air and this time it's not the broomstick.
Revealing a secret (but only a little part of it) – there is always some envy involved. Maybe it isn't too strong but it found some firm grounds to develop. And there' the fire too. The Fire is a threat not only to Tiffany, but to every Witch on Disc. As it was proved by Gentlemen from Monty Python Witches do burn easily.
This time it's the fire that dwells in all of us and waits to outburst when confronted with an original, a difference... a freak... Allit needs is a group of people unwilling to control it and a spark of a reason to turn into a disaster. Luckily for Witches, and for all of us there's always someone with a mind of his own in the crowd.
It may sound a little too serious to be Pratchett-like – but having a book in hand you will not mind that at all. The book brings handfuls of laugh topped with something to think of. So if You do mind being stared at... - don't read on a bus.
The problem with understanding Pratchett's books is that after the first one or two novels readers tend to think they've met with another humoresque on fantasy. To be honest it's hard to disagree... in the beginning. It takes a little more time and attention to notice all the comments and observations hidden in between the lines. With every book Pratchett's creation became more and more critical to the real society and institutions.
I shall wear Midnight is no different. It is a fourth part of what some call „children's Discworld” the part of the series that deals with a teenage Witch called Tiffany Aching. Everyone living on the Disc knows that Withces should be treated seriously considering possible consequences of not doing so. Witches of the Disc know that most of it lies in headology and the right circumstances. In that aspect Pratchett is the ultimate Witch creating the Circumstances. And that is a significant Capital „C” for they are a separate Dramatis personæ of his novels.
This time it's time for Tiffany to present us with a daily routines of a Witch. It's never too easy. As we know she is a Main Character and, as such, she's doomed to deal with a faith overcoming her capabilities. And so Miss Aching sees and does things that no ordinary sixteen-year-old should see or do. But then again... she has no other choice.
It doesn't take long to notice, that there's something in the air and this time it's not the broomstick.
Revealing a secret (but only a little part of it) – there is always some envy involved. Maybe it isn't too strong but it found some firm grounds to develop. And there' the fire too. The Fire is a threat not only to Tiffany, but to every Witch on Disc. As it was proved by Gentlemen from Monty Python Witches do burn easily.
This time it's the fire that dwells in all of us and waits to outburst when confronted with an original, a difference... a freak... Allit needs is a group of people unwilling to control it and a spark of a reason to turn into a disaster. Luckily for Witches, and for all of us there's always someone with a mind of his own in the crowd.
It may sound a little too serious to be Pratchett-like – but having a book in hand you will not mind that at all. The book brings handfuls of laugh topped with something to think of. So if You do mind being stared at... - don't read on a bus.
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