WARNING: The following body of text may cause sudden urges of acrobatic movement. Proceed with caution and a safety net.
We need to occasionally look at the world while upside down. It is so easy to get lost in our own lives and think ours is the only perspective, these solutions we see are the only fix to our problems, everything that can be invented has been invented, blah blah bleh etc. These are very limiting thoughts. When we stand on our head, our perspective changes, the problems we thought were problems are now smelborp; which, when translated, means hakuna matata.
To change your perspective without changing your position is a huge mind battle and requires imagining yourself in a place you are not actually occupying. Move to the other side of the room, stand on your head, move up a few floors and look down to see how the situation changes. When we change our perspective we change our questions and if we change our questions while we have the same problems, and we most certainly will have the same problems, then we can change our solutions. When we find different solutions then plagues we have dealt with our whole entire lives suddenly seem manageable. Theoretically. Hopefully practically as well; would you let me know if this works practically as well?
Monday
Impact
In other news, I read an article today about this house that crazy built and this couple who basically live in an obstacle course with no interior doors and uneven ground to the extreme. There are no children allowed, adults have to sign a waiver, and there are floor to ceiling polls to hold onto if you can't keep your balance. The idea is that the house keeps your body in an equilibrium that keeps you fit and healthy and mentally stimulated so you boost your immune system and never die. Sounds good enough. They say it is when you are comfortable in your life that death finds you. They say it's immoral that people have to die. They say they decided not to die. Why fight death? Or maybe they're fighting for life. I am not afraid of death but I appreciate the idea of fighting what can't be fought. It means you are passionate to the point of disregarding simple facts that determine your success before you even start because you simply have so much will power that you believe you can just will it to happen. If you focus enough and work enough and think enough then with a little pixie dust sheer will can overcome the most insurmountable obstacles. And maybe, just maybe, you'll succeed. So I won't fight death, but I will fight. Also, I have an agreement with a certain pixie and my life is dusted.
Sleep Deprived
Here's what's up. One of my greatest anxieties is to sleep in past the alarm and miss that really important once in a lifetime chance that I'd been waiting for since I knew how to wait. This is a real fear. I can't sleep the night before big events because I stay in this limbo sleep for fear of falling too deeply and giving into the roller coaster made of donuts and twizzlers rather than hear my alarm. I have, in the past, set a total of 7 alarms on two different devices with snoozes and all alarms at random intervals-just to be safe. I learned this from my dad. Thanks dad. But. If I go to sleep any time past 2 am then I set no alarm because I feel ridiculous setting an alarm anytime later than 9:30 am. It's like the heat from the sun should wake you up at that point, or you should hear your life moving on without you and that should wake you up.
Sunday
Life Changing
We can all thank Cinderella for teaching us that one pair of shoes can, in fact, change our lives. I got a new pair of shoes a few months ago and have loved every day ever since. The process was really amazing. I had to decide I actually wanted to buy shoes. Then shop around to see what kinds I liked. Then find the right pair at the right price in the right shade of brown and then had to fall in love. Which wasn't the hard part, I mean when you've been shopping like I have it's pretty clear when you've found the perfect fit. And then, every time you wear those shoes it's like the best day of your life, they are the detail you've been missing with each outfit to move it from cute to super classy cute. This is how I know it's a good purchase. Shoes can make a mark, not just on the leaves I'm crunching, the rocks I'm kicking, the snow I'm crunching, the puddles I'm rippling, but on me, myself, my life, my outlook, my perspective. Funny that looking down at a pair of shoes makes me look out and around and into the future.
Wednesday
Smells Like Spring
Today, I smelled Spring. I was right outside the building for my next lecture and all of a sudden this wind came from the east and ran through my body like a true love. A smile, obvious on my face, a spring, bouncing in my step, my hands, bare as I rip my gloves off to feel the buoyant sensation. I smelled life, excitement, joy and laughter, and a certain magnificence. . . this Spring will be one to remember I'm sure. It'll lay dormant and then one day, BOOM! Like you wouldn't believe. I've been walking by this one tree a few times a week and every time I pass I check the buds to see how they're doing. Let me tell you, they're doing. There is the slightest hint of a fuzz and they're getting fatter and fatter. Oh boy oh boy I really can't hold it in! Also, I have heard the birds 2 out of the last 5 mornings. I don't care what Punxsutawney Phil says, the birds tell me Spring is coming, and bless them for that glorious message.
Too much, right? Wrong. There are never too much flowers.
Saturday
Shadow Tag
It's that time of year. If I had a dime for every time I've heard that in the last week I think I'd have 5 dimes. The time of year to which I'm referring is that of the Shadow Tag. It's a great game where you stay in the sun as long as necessary. It's perfect to play at this time of year because it's so cold outside and that makes you sad. When you walk inside the heater makes you warm. But when you can feel the sun it warms your heart.
So. Basically. This is how you play: While walking around campus you avoid people's shadows. You can pass through shadows from buildings and trees and you can pass through people's shadows when they are on top of the building/tree shadows but you can't touch other people's shadow's otherwise. This is to maximize your time in the sun and the warmth in your heart.
Warnings: If you take this game seriously then you will end up walking at the oddest speed intervals and in the most zig zag motion depending on where the sun is and which way the shadows are going on your path. You may end up walking on the left side instead of the right, or suddenly stopping or speeding up, or suddenly pivoting. But. All for the sake of staying in the sun. It's worth it.
So. Basically. This is how you play: While walking around campus you avoid people's shadows. You can pass through shadows from buildings and trees and you can pass through people's shadows when they are on top of the building/tree shadows but you can't touch other people's shadow's otherwise. This is to maximize your time in the sun and the warmth in your heart.
Warnings: If you take this game seriously then you will end up walking at the oddest speed intervals and in the most zig zag motion depending on where the sun is and which way the shadows are going on your path. You may end up walking on the left side instead of the right, or suddenly stopping or speeding up, or suddenly pivoting. But. All for the sake of staying in the sun. It's worth it.
Thursday
Not So Benign
This is my life. I prefer the x-axis to the y-axis. I feel emotionally closer to cos than sin and I think tan really just needs to make up its mind about what side he's on and stop appeasing everyone. My favorite numbers 1-10 starting with my most favorite are 4, 2, 1, 7, 8, 10, 9, 6, 5, 3. I generally think 6 is a traitor who got sucked into 5's rhetoric for evil but generally even numbers have a kinder center then odd numbers do. But I'm a huge fan of pi and i. I think forks need to have a reality check and stop being so nosey. We all know the knife and the spoon share some kind of deep brother sister bond, we don't know why. Plates and cups are just passersby. I think these personifications have root in my childhood relationships and certain traumatic experiences I had with the times tables. Am I alone in this? I realize it makes no sense but is there no one in the wide expanse of this world who does the same weird things?
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