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Friday 8 February 2013

I guess I should've just updated the last post but I don't want to. Haha i want more counts

So a female singer broke up with her boyfriend and expressed her ache. What interested me was the comments. A lot was supporting her, telling the others not to judge. Other people mocked. A lot of men left "don't be sad, I'm here' comments lol
But this shows how people actually react to your expression of your problems, right? She's a public figure, so of course reactions to her are also public. If i were to post about my own feelings online, not a lot would comment, but they would have an opinion about that post, though I'm sure most would keep it to themselves.
Let's assume every one had gone through a break up. Or a heart ache. Or lost something. Or a dead pet. People would want to whine, to drop a tear. I surely cried when my pet rabbit died! Boo hoo. Anyway. You would want words of comfort. Look at babies. They screamed their lungs out until an adult comes and fuss over them. That's our nature. But right now we're not babies anymore. We need comforting, true. But one should avoid excessiveness.

How far do we go in caring for others?

Everybody has their own bundle of problems. Some choose to keep it to themselves. Some tell their closest, hoping for encouragements and most of the time expecting help. Some tell only the people they think can help. You can't help but be consumed with the problems during the time you're facing them. Your world revolved around it, you can't push it to the back of your minds, you worry, you're sad, you look at other people and think, "How can they be happy when I'm not?"

Truth be told, no one actually cares. Okay maybe that's a bit harsh, let me rephrase. Not all people around you actually cares that you're having a problem. Those affected, maybe yes. Maybe people who are in your immediate circle. Your parents, definitely. But the others, even those who know that you're facing problems, how much do you think they care?

And if you say they do, let's say they lent an ear, how far would they go to helping you? Let's pass over sincerity, since it's in the heart and can't be seen, therefore let's not assume that people helping others have some other motives in mind - we could never know for sure.

Let's look at ourselves. We see people sharing their / others problems on social networks. We think, 'poor you', 'poor kid', 'poor things', we click Like, we comment 'ala kesiannya', 'takziah' and stuff; sometimes we click on Share. But how much of that actually contributes to the solving of the problem, the soothing of the heart? Do we actually go out of the way and offer help, offer something that could brighten up the mind and take it off the problem for one second? There's another problem, too. In a book I read, a neighbourhood is known to bring casseroles to a house in which something bad happened. It's a physical offering, true, but there's no heart in it, you do things you think are necessary then wash your hands off the matter, thinking; 'I'm a good person, I've done my part in the society, I should leave them alone and not be bothered either'.

Most of the time we just feel suffocated. We see the timeline rolling, other people venting and we think 'do they think I want to know this?' After the initial empathy - supported by the redundancy of posts - we would just feel annoyed. Because your problems are not my problems, please share it only with the people who are concerned. Try Google+. ;)

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Tuesday 5 February 2013

No Sass at All

I've noticed that the previous blog post is dated exactly one year and two days after the last post. A total one year absence. People might think I was dead.
I am however forever grateful that I am still alive and breathing. It's just that I found other people's blog posts I read have evolved into amazing pieces of writing - much too different from my own incoherent ramblings. Most have found their footing, playing to their strengths and developing skills as they blog. I for one, have not.
I know for one thing, that my writings are rubbishy. Proof was, my lecturer gave me a C for an assignment. And this is the third time I'm whining about it online.
There's a grain of dust stuck under the key 'i'. Wait a bit while I get it out ikkuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiijjjjjjjjjjjjjjiijjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjiiiiiukiiiiuiiiuiijiiiiiiiiiiiiijjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjuuuuuuuuuiiuuuiiiiiiiiihiiijjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghjhhhhhhhhhhuiiiijjjhhhhhhhhhhhhuyhhhhkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiijjjjjjjjjjjkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkjjjjjjuiiiiiuuiiooiiikjui8888888yyuiokjhyuiohjkiiiiiooiiiii

Phew. In the end I didn't know what got stuck. I did fish out a lot of dead skin cells that have accumulated into dust kittens, though.
Anyway, I guess my writing was at the same 'takuk' as two, three years ago. My vocabulary hasn't improved. My ideas haven't developed much, too. As a start, I guess I should change my reading materials. Opt for something the average adult my age likes, perhaps. Get my hands on some non-fiction. Widen my interests. And move my ass and get things done.

Anyway. Last year I think I may have found new love. But nothing's for sure. See you.

Hallo zusammen!

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