Our parish now has on display a copy of the icon of the 21 Coptic Martyrs of Libya. I also learned today that the commemoration date for their murder at the hands of ISIS is my birthday.
What madness lately. A head cold bad enough to prompt me to present ID to buy Sudafed, followed by a root canal, followed by pulling a muscle in my lower back so badly that I could barely walk for three days. And all I was doing was getting dressed.
The last one is most likely due to a very weak core from too much sitting, sitting too long without a break, working while sitting on a couch, and limited exercise. And that’s because I crave “Likes” and attaboys and I get that mostly from work.
I need to break that addiction pronto. Before it kills me.
And the back ache also has roots in my nervous tension. This isn’t the first time my back has thrown a fit. I need to let go of the need to be in control. My anxieties are eating me alive.
But again, it comes back to what happens in the bedroom and what happens in real life. I can enjoy things in the context of sex or flirting that I don’t want to happen in my day-to-day life.
From Stop Telling Me What I’m Supposed to Like (warning, somewhat graphic, you’ve been warned)
An older post, but this really makes sense to me. Just because you enjoy certain things doesn’t make you a misogynist, or invalidate your feminism.
…we have created an environment and a culture that cut us off from connection, or offer only the parody of it offered by the Internet. The rise of addiction is a symptom of a deeper sickness in the way we live — constantly directing our gaze towards the next shiny object we should buy, rather than the human beings all around us.
The writer George Monbiot has called this “the age of loneliness.” We have created human societies where it is easier for people to become cut off from all human connections than ever before. Bruce Alexander — the creator of Rat Park — told me that for too long, we have talked exclusively about individual recovery from addiction. We need now to talk about social recovery — how we all recover, together, from the sickness of isolation that is sinking on us like a thick fog.
This seems to explain the emotional eating I’ve been doing when working at home by myself. All the more reason to get out and connect with people each day.
Those who are hungry, angry, talented and have something to say are too often sidelined by record companies, magazines, publishers….In our current risk-averse culture, convention-breaking or non-conformism is thin on the ground….
And so now: there has never been a better time to fight for what you believe in and produce art, express yourself and believe in your own relevance and credibility –as opposed to simply being an obedient and passive consumer. Look back at the independent heroes of the past, and be inspired.