No. Hold onto your credit cards. Tightly. Because we’ve progressed back prior to the time when we thought a signature offered enough security. The chip and pin; not a bad idea. But this? Wave any part of your card anywhere near the terminal? Have we gotten so impatient we can’t even press 4 keys? I shudder to think how this could be abused in bars. I wonder if people will be so trusting leaving their purses lying around at house parties. How much do you trust the one night stand? Your room mate(s). Their friends (for those who have.) I’m glad I don’t. The worst damge my room mate could do would be chew it – after he got through my wallet.
So. Is JUST BECAUSE WE CAN enough reason to take the step “ahead”? Like processed food. We progress ourselves into harm.
…inspired by some reading & a movie from the 50’s. Am curious if things have changed or not. Guys, when evaluating someone you’re physically attracted to for mate potential, is “compliance” necessary? An added turn-on? Unimportant if enough else is there? I’ve heard men tire of being challenged (in a fun way, of course). That unpredictability and fiestiness in a mate wears thin. Is a woman with her own mind who might be potentially embarrassing a big negative?
Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of blogs and hearing about manifesting. Focus on and it shall be. Write down what you want and it will come. Chase and you will find. I’ve seen The Secret and read some Scientology about the concenp and how the universe delivers what we most need while we envision how we’d like income to come. I’ve pretty much conjured up my ideal life which I live every day except for dwindling hours at paid job. This makes me nervous and I’m not finding, tho am looking, a supplementary job in the morning. I’m not available enough? The universe saying that I don’t need an extra job at this time? That I should just keep on writing and painting? A sign that Pool Party will sell well and royalties will be enough? Which leads me to what I want to ask.
If you might enjoy a funny story about a woman who wants a chage and moves to Florida to live life as an artist while becoming involved with addict men in crazy adventures, check out Pool Party, available mostly wherever e books are sold. $6.
I believe in the power of thought: I also believe in the power of words and of asking.
And if you like it, tell others.
I live to entertain: my next novel, Walter and Susan, which I began before Pool Party, is nearing completion. I’ve also started illustrating another kids’ novel.
And so I remain; with one foot in the spiritual world and the other in the corporeal. Hey, we do have 2 feet. 🙂
Another spectrum to balance between. Is appearing differently than our true emotional state being fake? Wise? Duplicious? Or just another part of growing up? Is honesty the best policy when others can get hurt by your true feelings/thoughts? or when you’ll be accused of dragging down the emotional energy and avoided for being a downer wet blanket? But do you have to give an Oscar winning performance when you’re with your friends? At work, yes.
According to an expert, Ph D Carolyn Saarni, our “inner emotional state need not correspond to outer expression” …” at more mature levels, the ability to understand that one’s emotional expressive behaviour may have an impact on another and to take this into account in one’s self-presentation” “Growth in sophistication of emotional dissemblance (not showing feelings or incorrectly representing them)… & figuring out under what conditions..emotions get expressed & to whom” depends on the type of Rships kids have in the home. If need be, the ability is learned as a survival tactic. At least by those who would like to make life a little easier & maybe have some more people around. But the ability seems to be part of growing up.
I think “acting out” is a misnomer. What these kids are probably doing is expressing what’s raw. True acting is appearing civilized when that’s really not how you feel.
Have nearly finished reading The Glass Castle. & appreciate my childhood so much more – even if just for the creature comforts. Author Jeannette Walls, along with her 3 siblings, endured leaky ceilings in a house precariously balanced atop a mud hill & populated with rats, attracted by the trash in the back yard. Of course it had no electricity, heat. & that’s when they had a home. Nor, much of the time, was there much food. The kids scavenged through the garbage at school and got odd jobs. The parents, too emotionally unstable to hold jobs for long, even stole money from the kids to feed their own addictions. They ran constantly from creditors. Every escape and worse dwelling was “spun” as a new adventure. & in every new locations they fought incessant and brutal bullying with venom, glee, and ingenuity. Dad certainly was fun – most of the time – smart, & even helpful once in awhile. Mom, from a rich background, an artist & wise-sounding philosopher. The kids wanted out so bad, yet they feared child services would come and split them up from each other. They endured and used every ounce of their intelligence and indomitable spirits to escape together, to NY, where people ridiculed them for thinking they knew anything about homelessness. Change your place, change your whole identity. And they lied like hell to preserve it. The narrator ended up with a scholarship to an Ivy League school, living on Park Ave, and working for a prestigious magazine. (saved by words) Mom & Dad preferred squatting and getting by than taking hand-outs. Proof that maybe we do get the life we want and direct our efforts toward.
I’d highly recommend the book.