Hopping from box to box

Childlike faith

sillymoose — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 15:31:00 +0000

On the way from school today the 6-year old says he wants a Mazarati. So I say:”You’ll have to work hard & make lots of money then” Child: “I’m not going to work. I’m just going to drive my car all day” Me: “But how will you get the money to pay for your car?”
Child: “I’ll keep making my bed everyday”

(He gets R5 a week for making his bed.)
Truth is that if he saves his R5 every week in a really good high-interest investment plan…he’ll probably be able to buy that car eventually.

You’ve got to love the simplicity with which children approach situations!

I’m quitting my job next week because I am horribly unhappy. Childlike faith will say:”I’ll just get another job that I like better”. So… There ya go. God will send a new one. He always takes care of me. Just like a dad He’ll make sure I’m ok

Being opinionated isn’t a bad thing…

sillymoose — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 12:18:03 +0000

“When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn’t a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.”

By Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)

I’m not gay, I’m not another colour, I’m not handicap, I’m not an animal, I’m not a child… but by george I will shout out for them if they need it!

Ellen Degeneres Quotes I adore

sillymoose — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 07:53:40 +0000

From the Here and Now (2003) show:

[referring to headset phones] “Chances are if you need both of your hands to do something, your brain should be in on it, too.”

We went to lunch and were talking about procrastination and the waitress overheard us and she said, "I have a problem with procrastination, too." I said "Really?… Get my sandwich."

“I don’t want to take a pill. Go to Africa, go follow some bushman around. He’s being chased by a lion. That’s stress. You’re not going to find a pygmy on Paxil, I’ll tell you that right now.”

“Our attention span is shot. We’ve all got Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD or OCD or one of these disorders with three letters because we don’t have the time or patience to pronounce the entire disorder. That should be a disorder right there, TBD – Too Busy Disorder.”

“What’s with this sudden choice of disorders we get right now? When I was a kid, we just had crazy people. That’s it, just crazy people.”

[about talking vs. communication] Even when we say, "How are you?" we don"t mean, "How are you?" – we don’t care. Just give us a "fine" or a "good" – a one syllyble answer and move along. And don"t even say "pretty good". That’s a follow-up question: "pretty good" "something happen?… I don"t… have… time to…"

“We’re doin all these things so we can squeeze things together so we can save time, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t have anymore time, I have less time. But let’s just say we could save up a whole chunk of time and set it aside, you know what we’d do with it? Nothing. Nothing at all. Isn’t that the point, to be able to do nothing at all? We’re not guaranteed that later-on chunk of time, all we have is here and now, and that’s why procrastination feels so right. Procrastination is not the problem. It is the solution. It is the universe’s way of saying stop, slow down, you move too fast. Listen to the music. Whoa whoa, listen to the music. Because music makes the people come together, it makes the bourgeois and the rebel. So come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody try to love one another. Because what the world needs now is love, sweet love. And I know that love is a battlefield, but boogie on reggae woman because you’re gonna make it after all. So celebrate good times, come on. I’ve gotta stop I’ve gotta come to my senses, I’ve been out riding fences for so long… oops I did it again… um… What I’m trying to say is, if you leave tonight and you don’t remember anything else that I’ve said, leave here and remember this: Procrastinate now, don’t put it off.”

Choose your friends wisely my child

sillymoose — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 14:03:34 +0000

I think it’s safe to say that I do have about 7 personalities (and voices) in my head. I can hardly ever look at a sentence, a situation or a person without seeing it/them from a variety of compelling angles.

Last night the argument that won… was that there are certain people you just don’t want to be associated with for your own sanity and safety. I will hush the other arguments because I do not think they are as important as this one:

If you find yourself in a situation where extremely intimate laundry is being aired in front of strangers (you being the stranger), a woman strips down naked in front of guests (you’re the guest) and the police pitch up… and you feel incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassed and actually worry that you may get caught in the cross-fire of two unstable, possibly-violent human beings, whom you have just met and whom you suspect may be really drunk or on drugs… and maybe just maybe get emotionally manipulated, your loyalty as a friend questioned and a voice in your head says “I shouldn’t be here”…then maybe, just maybe…YOU SHOULDN’T BE THERE!

So… dear unstable people in Moullie Point, Cape Town, thank you for the cool drink, the chocolate and the food, but I think I shall skip any further invites you may have into your dramatic and disastrous world. Please remove me from your mailing list and leave me to my “normal” and seemingly boring life. You and I shall never be friends. Cheerio. Take care.

Looking in the wrong places

sillymoose — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 13:00:33 +0000

“I wanted to be held. I wanted to be loved just as I was, no strings attached. I longed to be loved whether I was pretty or ugly, sick or well, in a good mood or a bad mood. I wanted to be loved regardless of what I was like. I wanted to be love unconditionally.
I began my search. I went from one man to another. In the process, I became something I never wanted, never dreamed I would ever be. I became an adulteress. Yet all I wanted was security.” – from the book Lord, I want to know you by Kay Arthur

Pseudonymns & Transparency

sillymoose — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 14:46:34 +0000

I have always loved the idea of anonymity & pseudonyms! Being able to express deep thoughts and secrets without anybody knowing who you really are. You can curse and cry and call people assholes and it doesn’t matter coz nobody knows who you are. I have blogged about intimate moments and thoughts and really private longings and it feels safe…you can’t be tracked down, discovered for being a bitch or even praised for having a fantastically novel thought. If anybody judges you… it doesn’t really matter in the bigger scheme of things. They don’t know who you are.

I had a mortifying moment this week when I logged onto facebook and discovered my deep intimate anonymity as posts on my my public profile. MORTIFIED! Somehow, somewhere I must have accidently set the notes section to retrieve blog posts…. I have no idea how it happened but my heart just sank right into panic. Anybody could have seen it…a few did, some added a like here & there and my head went rushing frantically for the “oh crap card”. Any of my 600 + contacts could have (and may have for all I know) read these intimate thoughts and known it was me. (Family, friends, colleagues, my previous students… my boss if he cared for facebook more).

I very urgently found that little setting and stopped it then proceeded to individually *FB really should consider a batch setting system* deleted each post that came from my blog.

And once my reactive self had done that…my brain started its job…

Would people really discard me, hate or judge me if they really knew my deeper thoughts?
Would anybody really, truly be appalled to know that I have sex…that I hurt…that I feel inadequate…that I have goofy loves?
Would anybody de-friend me…fire me or want nothing to do with me if they knew my mistakes? The things I feel guilty about and the people I struggle to accept?

If they did… how would that make my life worse?

The thing that struck me today is how we are often so true to ourselves in a blog or behind a pseudonym and then in real life we fade into what we think people will accept. We don’t really say what we mean and/or always mean what we say. On the blog we vent and vomit…in real life… we smile and nod and have inner dialogues with ourselves.

Is straight forward honesty that offensive? Why are we so sensitive to it?

I am very aware that, as Christian, my purpose on earth is to represent God’s love and mercy. I have conflict about whether my actual thoughts and actions are right or would be acceptable in His eyes. Would people see my real thoughts and feelings and think I don’t love God? Yes…a few might, but and maybe this is my overall point:
I am not perfect. I won’t pretend to be. This is my life, this is my journey and at the end of it all the only 2 people whose opinions of me REALLY (as in in the big scheme of the universe) matter are ME & my God’s.

The rest (this includes everyone I just adore) has to take me as I am. This will be my lesson yet again. Transparency is way less agonising and way less time consuming.

Say no to fake!!!

And if this happens to now end up on facebook… you should know I put it there… by choice and on purpose.

25 October, 2011 15:28

sillymoose — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 13:28:13 +0000

· "Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more."~ Erica Jong

Found my younger self on the internet

sillymoose — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 12:25:28 +0000

This is too funny not to share!!

A site I made when I was waaay younger. So funny *chuckles* “Hello little me!”

http://missbekker.freehomepage.com/

Angry…positive?

sillymoose — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 20:01:47 +0000

So today I got royally peeved at my landlord yet again and am noticing a very bizarre trend… when I get annoyed I tend to snap out of my depro-state for short bursts of self-centred productivity. Hmm… Weird thing for a fight-the-anger kinda girl to be realising about herself. Who woulda thunk it?

And whilst I’m here my new pick me up song has made it’s appearance. It’s old, but hey…so is my soul. LOL. (self amusement)

Gwen Stefani LYRICS:

(I’ve edited the insane repetition out & keeping the good stuff…)

What an amazing time
What a family
How did the years go by?
Now it’s only me

(La la la la la)
Like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car
A scary conversations,
Shut my eyes, can’t find the brake
What if they say that you’re a climber?
Naturally i’m worried if i do it alone
Who really cares cuz it’s your life
You never know, it could be great
Take a chance cuz you might grow

Like an echo pedal, you’re repeating yourself
You know it all by heart
Why are you standing in one place?
Born to blossom, bloom to perish
Your moment will run out
Cuz of your sex chromosome
I know it’s so messed up how our society all thinks (for sure)
Life is short, you’re capable (uh huh)
Oh… oh ohhh
LOOK AT YOUR WATCH NOW!
YOU’RE STILL A SUPER HOT FEMALE!
YOU GOT YOUR MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT!
AND THEY’RE ALL WAITING FOR YOUR HOT TRACK!

The Power of Love

sillymoose — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 08:54:25 +0000

“You don’t need money, don’t take fame
Don’t need no credit card to ride this train
It’s strong and it’s sudden and it’s cruel sometimes
But it might just save your life
That’s the power of love”

I think Huey Lewis And The News got it right…