
carpe’ diem!
i hear so many people saying things like “this life is hard, but it will be worth it when i get to heaven”, or perhaps “i’m saving up so i can have a good retirement” and to be honest, i am a bit saddened by it! to me, these people are wasting their lives on something they believe to be there for them in the future. i am not knocking religion or being financially prudent, but what happened to pleasure, to enjoyment? it seems as if so many people simply disassociate themselves from the here and now to focus on the then and later, when, as recent occurances such as the rapid fall of the stock market [and many investments to boot] just stand to show how shaky these future rewards really are. the religious zealot may say he has faith, but can he really know? the struggling investor may say he has put his money in secure funds, but are they really safe? to me, the principles these people are working from are one and the same. placing trust [or faith] in something that cannot be absolutely counted on. what can be counted on? this moment, this second, this breath. don’t put your life on hold just so you can dream of living a full life, enjoying pleasure, and experiencing all the wonders of this world [or the next] later. it almost seems as if some people have an aversion to being happy; like they think something is wrong with it. where did this come from? why would we, as beings capable of living and loving our lives, ever be convinced to forsake that in pursuit of some vague “let’s wait and see” promise? this is just one of those things that i don’t understand and like i said, earlier, am a bit saddened by. i’ve never been one to buy the old “protestant work ethic” or the “streets of gold” visions, but …. that is not why i felt compelled to blog about this. what precipitated this blog was the never-ending stream of whiners, complainers, and self-imposed martyrs that walk around long-faced, scowling at the public and making the sky just a little bit cloudier for those of us who are taking in and living this life carpe’ diem [seize the moment]. so friend, next time you put your good works, or your money away for the future, don’t forget to invest a good part of it in the present. we all need it… and i’m guessing you just might like it – if you can get past all the conditioning and let yourself.

i really should cook more…so i am going to try.
i have so many excuses; time, grocery shopping… i detest grocery shopping. even with the handy site relish!relish! that does everything but combine ingredients for you, i still have trouble pulling this particular feat off. i am not quite sure why. a lack of enjoyment? the time it takes? the inability to control all the other aspects of my life and house while taking the time it requires to prepare, cook, eat, and clean up after a meal? finicky family eaters? i will probably never know the reason. but… because the benefits of cooking in a kitchen highly outweigh the costs, i think i shall try. see there? i am already giving myself an out by including the word “try”. so ok, no, i will cook. i will create. i will feed my family healthy, tasty, and easily prepared meals. i will recondition myself to enjoy cooking and as my family gives me positive reinforcement for my wonderful meals [lol] i shall want to cook even more! voila! i just may do it this time. wait, no. i will do it this time.i figure i should start easy. you know, the way people begin working out. hmmmm… let me think. i did get a new crock pot for my birthday. there’s a bit of history to that one. i used to cook crock pot meals all the time and then i moved in with a roommate in between marriages and lived in the upstairs of her large 5 bedroom house. the only problem [well, it wasn't really a problem for me] was the lack of a kitchen. she said i could freely come downstairs and use hers, but being the introvert that i am, and already having the predisposition not to cook, it was much easier just to go out. this went on for over 2 years. i did not cook at all. perhaps that is where this disastrous habit of eating out all the time came from. well that, and having a spoiled, completely picky food snob for a husband. whose, i might add, mother was one of the most incredible cooks that has probably ever existed. cook? maybe. cook and compete? never. funny, i just realized that most of the men in my family are the cooks, not the women. i wonder if i can blame it on genetics….? ok, back to reality… i need to cook more. i will cook more and i will update this blog to be accountable to someone! in fact, i am going to google “crock pot chicken” as i have ingredients i believe, print one out and go prepare it right now so that we will have dinner waiting tonight and i can enjoy the history channel’s special on 2012. i’ll be back and tell you how it turned out…
i am going to make this [see below]. i should be able to pull this one off! but wait, i’m a vegetarian now, i guess i’ll just go get me some steamed veggies and let the kids eat this. next time i need to plan better i guess. or wait, i could toss some veggies in but are veggies good barbecued? that doesn’t sound good. hmmmmmmm……
Put chicken in bottom of slow cooker or crock-pot and add onions and barbecue sauce. Cook on LOW for about 6 to 8 hours, or until chicken is tender but not falling apart.
Serves 4 to 6.
first of all, this is by no means meant to be a scientific or research-oriented blog but rather an attempt to give voice [or pen] to a thought i had recently. i am sure there are scientific studies that could quantify this thought and draw conclusions to the positive or negative but that is not the purpose of this entry. graduate school, for me, has ended. sometimes a person just needs to think out loud and that is precisely what i am going to do here.
where to start?
over the past few years, i have become increasingly aware of my inability to show or feel either emotional or cognitive responses in a variety of contexts. moreover, when responses are elicited, they do not seem to be at the same level or intensity as they appear to be for others, or for me in past occurrences. for example; i am not easily amused [especially to the point of laughing out loud], i am not impressed by much [be it talent, money, material possessions, art or the like], i seem to have bouts of passion that are single-focused to the exclusion of almost everything else in my environment, and i simply cannot enjoy myself or have as much fun as i see others having or have had myself, in the past.
am i depressed? no [and this has been clinically verified]. am i just a boring person? i really don’t think so [this has not been a lifelong characteristic]. am i perhaps, just getting older and thus less likely to respond to life with the intensity i once did? i rather doubt it given that so many seniors seem to be able to get even more pleasure or intensity of experience out of even the simplest of things.
case in point. i will and can list most, if not all, of the situations that have elicited a strong or more appropriately, significantly measurable [be it positive or negative] response from me over the past (4) years: the birth of my youngest son, the almost-kidnapping of my youngest daughter [ but that's a story for another blog], the turbulent relationship i had with a friend, coming really close to picking up and moving across the country, a weekend in albuquerque with my biological father, seeing italy with my oldest son and daughter [and now daughter-in-law [ who could not be moved by venice, rome and the beautiful cinque terrre?], my son going to and returning from iraq, my daughter’s diabetes diagnosis, i am sure i have left out a few things but these are foremost in my mind and therefore probably the strongest. hurricane ike, which recently came through houston causing horrible damage to both galveston and 29 area counties did elicit a sort of quiet awe, but not the excitement or panic i would have imagined and had sort of looked forward to.
what i am thinking [short of ptsd which could be a possibility] is that perhaps we, as a people and nation, are exposed to so much, so soon, that hardly anything is a novelty anymore, hence, new neural pathways do not form, the ones we already possess are just strengthened. i would posit that is is the creation of these new pathways by totally nouveau stimuli that elicit reactions, at least in me, to the point to where they are significant. for example, you may never have been to paris, but how many times do we see it pictured in books, on television, and in movies? the point being… you have seen it. sure, it’s different when you go and actually walk the streets of paris, but it is my belief that the experience will be muted at least slightly from prior exposure. reading my personal lists above, i find one thing in common. nothing prepared me for any of these things, they were surprises that i had not encountered before, and in several of the cases, could not even imagine myself imagining, if that makes sense. i was never a history or a geography buff so i was so amazed at the places i visited in italy. venice and rome were spectacular, but one place produced a response of feeling and cognition in me so strong i cannot put words to it. cinque terre. and when i think about it, it was the one place i had not only never heard of, but had little if any exposure to photographs, information or the like. i didn’t know what to expect. a new neural pathway was formed.
sure, i might be wrong about all of this. i may just be demonstrating increasingly asperger’scharacteristics, i may be responding to prior stresses in my life with a sort of ptsd reaction, or i might just have a very high threshold for response. but, i know one thing. the less i know about something, the more i react to it and with greater intensity that appears proportional to the exposure and likelihood of the event in my life.
just a simple thought turned blog.
i have always known that i am different. not necessarily special, just different. it has always been hard for me to think inside of the box, for example. i grew up with absolutely no one in my family of origin understanding me and was often ridiculed or dismissed as precocious and independent, and more than once, i was called strange. i felt awkward in most social situations and was more comfortable around adults than children. to me, most children were loud, too rough, and never engaged in any sort of activity that i wanted to participate in – even though i was their age. as an adult, i continued to hear remarks like “she came from a different mold” and began to realize that this was something i would simply have to deal with – being different.
so what is so different about me? it took me a long time to figure out. apart from some personal idiosyncrasies like not liking water on my face, an inability to tolerate loud noises, perseverating on one topic or project incessantly, interrupting people in conversation and in class, blurting out answers to problems before anyone else had a chance, having a hard time making [and keeping] friends, possessing a very strong need for order, having certain taste, touch, and smell aversions, and finding it a chore to listen to others long stories and/or feel empathy for them at times, i seem pretty normal.
throughout my life these characteristics have been given many names and/or diagnoses and many postulations have been made as to why i possess them. turns out none of them were right… until recently.
several months ago i was told that i had many manifestations of asperger’s syndrome [they actually called it asperger's disorder but upon doing a lot of research i found that it is not actually deemed a disorder but rather a different way of thinking, comprehending, interacting and seeing the world]. basically, my brain was/is wired differently and all of the things i listed above were/are considered normal for someone with this condition. i also learned that asperger’s syndrome is a form of autism and high-functioning “aspies” often do not get diagnosed because they usually have a high IQ and have figured out [by adulthood] how to make their uniqueness work for them. In fact, a lot of famous, albeit often called eccentric people, are believed to have had this syndrome.
Wilkopedia states that Michael Fitzgerald, of the Department of Child Psychiatry at Trinity College, speculated the following were autistic [or aspergerian] in The Genesis of Artistic Creativity:
and yes, I realize that wilkopedia is not the best [or even a valid] research site but it was the first one to come up when I googled “famous people with asperger’s”, so i will use it this time.
in the midst of this new knowledge of myself, i discovered a single attribute of asperger’s syndrome that explained so much of my difficulty with people in this world, schools of thought and why, the reason why, it is so hard for me to keep my mouth shut [or in my case, my keyboard locked] when i perceive something to be untrue or unjust. evidently, aspies have an overdeveloped sense of justice [i still do not understand how a sense of justice can be overdeveloped].
the resident expert on this syndrome is tony atwood. his site has a lot of good information and links that can be very helpful to an aspie or the people who interact with them.
so anyway, why did i bother to post this? information on asperger’s is all over the web, especially with the recently renewed interest in autism awareness. the reason is simple. since i have discovered a framework within which to understand myself and others, i have greatly improved in my ability to interact with others and allow for “their” differences.
having asperger’s syndrome is not a hindrance to me, my diagnosis [and i am hesitant to use this term as it implies a disorder] has been a significant turning point in my life and the understanding of it a big help.
recently, i have been looking for a few new dresses which will work accross the seasons, be flattering to my figure and perservere accross the ever-changing fashion landscape. i came accross this dress online and absolutly fell in love with it. it is basic, comfortable and a bit whimsical. i am thinking it will look good with navy tights for winter, pumps for a more formal look, or bare legs and strappy sandals for summer.
i can’t wait to wear it!