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Some say I'm creepy. Some say I'm scary. Some say I'm twisted. Some say I'm crazy. Most say I'm weird. I just say thanks. |
Prompt Nov. 7 Today's prompt is taken from a book I own. "Great Quotes From Great Leaders", published by Motorola, my employer. This one is from Norman Vincent Peale. "The trouble with most of us, is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism." Do you feel this is a valid statement? Tell us why you feel the way you do. I would say that it is indeed a valid statement. No matter what we do in our everyday lives, there's always a time when we need or (perhaps) seek out a little praise. It's that feel good factor, almost like a drug. You get your fix by being reassured and validated and it can give you a natural high. Some people will say they prefer constructive criticism, but let's face facts. The majority of people will say that to try and seem humble, but when it's time for the criticism, they can't handle it. A little praise and reassurance can be okay, but don't overdose on it. |
| Prompt Nov.6 You work alone from home, logged on to your work PC. One day you log on, and start your routine. You look at the clock on your desktop and eight hours have passed, but you have no memory of getting any tasks done. Tell us what might have happened to you during those eight hours. This topic literally hits close to home for me. I'm a video editor for a wrestling company, so I do all of my work from my home via the computer. Before I tell you how I waste some of my days away, I should probably explain something about myself and how it has an effect on my everyday life. I don't mind talking about it because I'm not ashamed of who I am, however, I can be a lot to deal with. I'm diagnosed with bipolar one and severe depression/anxiety disorder with OCD and psychotic traits. Jeez, I'm out of breath already. Now what was I talking about? Oh that's right. Racing thoughts can be quite annoying. Every day is a struggle for me to try to keep on a steady pace. I'll tell myself that I'm going to take a five minute break but it turns into fifteen. Then I'll say five minutes more after the fifteen minutes are up. Before you know it, a few hours have passed by and I've been watching nothing but adult videos and clips on YouTube of commercials from the 1990s. It's almost like being hypnotized. Think of it this way. If you're driving a car down a lonely highway and your destination is three hours away, you might start looking at the yellow lines on the road and before you know it, your three hour trip feels as if it took you three minutes to get there. Some people call it "highway hypnosis". I was using this as an example because this happens to me with everything I do in life. My thoughts race faster than a Kentucky Thoroughbred on cocaine . At the end of the day, however, I'm able to focus just long enough to get what I need to get done. Don't ask me how, because I have no idea. I just wait for tomorrow to get here so I can start a new day and do the same things. |
| In this situation, I would just do without. If I'm the one bringing the donuts and coffee, then in my mind it is already deemed a treat for my co-workers. Were I to leave a co-worker with nothing, I'd feel like I would've just broke a promise. I have a lot of issues, but leaving people out or being selfish has never been one of them. I believe it was Lewis Carroll who said, "One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others." While Carroll was somewhat controversial, I cannot argue with that statement. |
| Prompt Nov. 4 "Another mystery from the Bayou state" Being born and raised in Louisiana , I've learned a lot about the swamp . In fact, it would seem to many of us that the swamp takes what it calls it's own . Now whether or not that is the case when it comes to Pamela Marie Watson , I honestly could not tell you . Being from Lake Charles, Louisiana, Pamela Watson was 44 years old when she disappeared and is considered endangered. She has bipolar disorder and requires medication . The problem here is that she left it at home . Without her medication, her family says that she becomes aggressive . The last time Watson was seen, she was leaving her mother's home in Lake Charles at 9:00 AM on December 19th, 2007. She left without any money or identification and, as I stated earlier, she left her medication at home. She then vanished into the fog, never to be seen or heard from again. Her green 1992 Ford pick-up truck was located outside of Interstate 10 about 8 miles outside of the Capital of Louisiana in Baton Rouge. Police say her truck had been parked there for about two weeks. The vehicle itself had a half tank of gas and was in good condition. Police also discovered Watson's keys and her journal. According to her journal, she stopped taking her medication two days before she vanished. A witness reported seeing Watson at an Albertson's shopping center. The witness said that Watson was begging for money to buy food with. The sighting was never confirmed. Unfortunately, this is only one of hundreds of missing persons cases that continue to haunt our Pelican State to this day. For some reason , these disappearances continue to happen in the same manner and fashion. Perhaps one day Mrs. Watson will be found. I hate to say this but in Louisiana, the odds are definitely not in her favor . For what the swamp wants, it will always take and claim as its own . --dG |
| I suppose when you truly think about the scheme of things, possessions are not necessary in order to live. If you believe that, then I've also got a timeshare in Mexico that you might be interested in purchasing. My point is that we do need certain possessions to keep us entertained, to assist us in our everyday lives, and so forth. The first two for me would be my guitar and piano. Music soothes the soul and that's always a good thing. Third would be my father's possessions that were handed down to me after his passing in 2005. This includes cassette tapes of his sermons, as he was a preacher, his sports coats, and an old I.D. card with his fingerprints on the back of it. My father was an amazing man! I know this may sound a bit immature to some, but my playstation 4. When you're a manic depressant like myself and also introverted, video games always help me to reach the moment of Zen that I need daily. The last possession on this list is a possession that I despise. I wish we could evolve backwards sometimes and go back to using two tin cans and a piece of string. Of course, I am talking about my smart phone. Even though it has almost achieved symbiosis with myself, let's face it: You've got to have one. I think it is unwise and unhealthy to stay disconnected completely from the outside world. Besides, they come with games now. |
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