Leave me a message or send me an email

I find it interesting how in this vast world of communication, where an instant message can travel across oceans in seconds, that people are lonlier and more isolated then ever before.

Now granted I am as guilty of this as anyone, I am a self pronounced addict to msn, text messaging and my email...but I also make a point to make sure that I take the time to call now and again or meet for lunch.

I suppose its a fair statement to say that the scales as with anything in life can tip either way....you either feel more connected or subsequently more disconnected, your emotions and words reduced to nothing more then a series of 1 and 0s. What differentiates one from the other though?

Personally I feelthat this link to the world allows me to communicate with people who I would otherwise lose contact with...I hardly can afford to call overseas every time I want to share my latest story of a fabulous new purchase, or the recent blunder in my love life can I?
I mean I am hardly Paris Hilton...ugh its best not to get me started on her!!

But what of those that find their only communication with the outside world is with faceless people with non descript name handles...is this mindless banter..this reaching out to a complete stranger the satisfying relationship that people inheriantly need, generally no.

Hand in hand , I wonder if this fast paced communication, puts a black stain on old fashioned converstation.. where we grow more accustomed to one sided thoughts and converstations, short blips that allows us to carry on with our day undisturbed. Where we now find ourselves irritated that someone has interuppted our day with a phone call.

We are losing the art of conversation, forgotten and washed away in a place where people are less afraid to be themselves behind typed words then from across a table. Instead of being so concerned with our time line, perhaps we should be more concerned with the missed opportunites everyday to reach out to someones basic human need, to feel they have been heard.

Maybe we should just for one day, put down the cell phone, smile and say hello to the person in line and instead of checking our blackberry for the latest email report from the weather network..... call your friend and just see how their day is going. it may just be the thing they needed.

No Babes in BOYland

There is a magical place where time is suspended.Where days seem like mere seconds....where a week can pass, and it feels as though it were only minutes!

Ladies this place is call BOYland.....and it seems you must posess the Y chromasone to enter.

It is this wonderous place that causes us to stress and grow more confused as we wonder why hes not called in a week....surely he must be dead. Alas no...hes in BOYland!

BOYland by many accounts is so secret for very fear that woman if they knew of its whereabouts would invade..shouting a furry on angry rants about late arrivals for dinners, forgetfulness of anniversaries and their complete disapperance for days at a time!

No one quite understands exactly how BOYland works...whether its a vortex where no time exists except that on Playstation..or if they just have no batteries for clocks, as all the woman in GIRLland who wait for these boys, have stolen them to fuel...alternative measures ;)

So my dear friends...if you have ever sat with your girlfriends sipping wine and wondering where the hell your man has gone...do not relenquish to the fact that "hes just not that into you"...somedays "hes just not into showering" either....hes gone to BOYland.

Till he returns swearing that his 7 day absesnce was only really 3 ( which we both know is not true)....sit back , take deep cleansing breathes..and have some wine...god knows we can;t change them and who really has that much time to put into it!

BOYland......you;d think it would be more theme park then female-less retreat! Men they will never learn!

Trans-Sexual?

I recently heard a news report on the radio about transgender surgery and how this sort of surgery is once again going to be covered by our public health care.

Transgenders for those who don;t know are people who were simply born the wrong sex. These people live their lives trapped in a body that isn;t right for them, they are physically male, but have always felt they should have been female.

Its a very real problem and one that would be devastating and horribly restrictive to that person. Imagine being trapped in a forgien vessel, like a big man in a wee little car- its would just feel wrong.

It got me thinking that maybe in someways I suffer from a similar problem....perhaps I was born a heterosexual who really should have been a lesbian...god know I haven;t a clue about men!

Now I know what to do with men...no problems there, but trying to understand a mans brain, is like me trying to put an engine back together... I simply don't get it. Seems everytime that something is going well, circumstance pops up.

This time, it was a move, to a very remote location - we are talking hours away. As my good friend pointed out to me one day, I have never dated anyone in the same city as me! Now I appreciate my space and free time but that is ridiculous!

Perhaps I am the Littlest Hobo, wandering from place to place making friends but never growing roots... some sort of Trans-sexual person with a nomadic personality.... sounds like a warm and fuzzy bedtime storey doesn;t it!

Its interesting to me that when you want to grow roots and settle down, that all you seem to find is mud and high winds that blow your right out of your home.

Piss on it....I guess this Trans-sexual nomadic little hobo will just float through live... a heterosexual who in many ways should be attracted to woman- it would be SO much easier, and hell I would have so many more shoes to choose from.....

Stupid Genetics!

Cashing in your chips

When it comes to the dating game, at some point if you have been out there playing the odds...chances are one will hit. You will find yourself out on a date with someone who fascinates you, who you are quite drawn to in a sexual way and yet feel completely comfortable with.

After that initial meeting you feel a rush...which then quickly swirls around you with an assortment or questions about whether he will call you again, did he have fun and most importantly why it is that you seem to be so concerned...when two nights earlier you had been on two other dates you can barely remember the names of.

My good friend aptly pointed out that when I was not the into the guy I had dated, my report in the morning was about as lively as battery operated toothbrush. However after this particular date...i resembled more the image of cracked out wind up doll.

So when he did call again you wonder what on earth you ever panicked in the first place and before long you find yourself wanting to see him and only him.....but whats worse, is its much much to early to tell him that.

So here you are...found with someone you enjoy ...ah hell you are smitten with and its much to early to tell him how you feel and in many ways it too early for you to understand what you feel...you just know its good.

And it is good....because at somepoint you are going to look up and know that the only person you want to sit beside, is the one you are....all that takes is time.

The Smallest Warrior

Every once and awhile I am reminded just how arrogant we as the human race have become. We race around day to day trying to keep up or catch up with others....and utter the expression "I just don;t have time for this.." so often that its more common place then dramatic anymore.

We truely are ignorant to the fact that we are vulnerable and easily weakened creatures...alpha species maybe...but we are most definelty delicate.

I found this out when a microscopic virus entered my system...otherwise knows as the flu.

The flu is one of those things that we have all had at one time or another, but just as we have scrapped our knees when we've fallen...we never quite remember what its like till it happens.

How utterly helpless we feel , when the simple act of brushing our teeth or walking to the bathroom, leaves us out of breathe and exhausted.

All to often we simply take our health for granted..we forget how it feels to be burning up with a fever...or how it feels to have your stomach in cramps...or simply how lucky we are to have the energy to walk from out car to the store.

I will tell you as a person who was passed by several senior citizans at the grocery store, its not a nice feeling....especially when a complete stranger asks if you are okay.

Perhaps the worst thing about being very sick is going through it alone...no one there to bring you tea, warm some soup or give you a cuddle when you feel at your worst. The next time a friend is sick I will remember to take that time...and bring then some ginger ale and maybe some soup....as a friend did for me.

Kindness like that, is worth more then any other.

Introspective

On a recent weekend away, in a quite comforting a quietly serene environment...I slowed down.

Sounds so very simple doesn't it, slowing down..a simple exercise in savoring a cup of strong coffee while gazing out over a ice covered lake....and doing nothing else.

Whats interesting about slowing down, is once we strip away all the hustle and blurr of our daily lives...we for once have the opportunity to turn inward in our thoughts.

Become introspective, instead of sustaining by being reactive to the environment around us like firecrackers igniting from the nearest heat source.

Sound lovely doesn;t it, time to look inward at ourselves and take a look at not only what we are, but who we are....but what about those times when our reflections of our inner workings resemble more of jumbled mess then an orderly path.

I found myself questioning what would make me happy, and what was making me unhappy. How was it that until these moments of silence , I hadn't realized I wasn;t happy....and had somehow been numbing my feelings with an endless treadmill of activity.

The real stunting observation is that all people no matter how functional and together they may seem....are all really just as disfunctional as we are. The magic of appearing funtional seems to be hidden, in blurred visions of a hectic life.

How many of us, are simply rushing through life, jamming our schedules full of appointments , classes and dates just to avoid these moments of quiet that force us to face our demons and acknowledge we are all just functioning dysfunctionals.

Next time you envy the beautiful girl with the fabulous boyfriend look deeper, she may infact worry that she has no life path.

The successful handsome play boy, may suffer from the greatest fear of loneliness.

The girl whos seemingly has her life together, may just feel that she is not enough.

Hidden in all of us, is a side we long to change. A part of us that looks to others in envy.

When is the last time you reflected on your own life....its sometimes a scary thing; you find answers and a host of unexpected questions.

When all is said and done, one thing is for certain; you will have recognized something about yourself that you hadn't before. Cherish that.

So...when was the last time you were silent?

The Lass and the Fairy

Once upon a time in a forest far far away, lived the Lass. The Lass for many months had been free, spending her days froliking throw the trees and her evenings at the Flames of Lava dance.

At the dances she would meet many a suitor...all who in the friendly glow of the flames , did not look the least bit psycho killer....until, they desired her attention all the time, and pouted when she would retreat to the woods, to soak her tired feet.

The lass was growing wary of the Lava dance, and had been recieving smoke signals once again from the Duke....some smoke coloured in a rather deep shade of red, that would cause the Lass to become flushed when she saw it, for the Duke had quite the way with words.

However the Lass remained wary...and tried to maintain distance from the Duke for her heart still very much belonged to the Prince. Sometimes she would wander to the farest hills and look toward the cold , harsh north , where the evil princess ruled..and think of her prince...but it was no use.

One day as she wandered down the path for the Lava dance, she came across a rather striking white pig....a talking white pig...how very odd. She stopped and chatted with the pig, only to realize that the pig was infact her prince...so she sat and spent time with him..her feelings all rushing back...and just as she felt the love for him creep back in **POOF** he was gone.

The Lass looked around....but the prince was gone, Only a fairy remained.
"Where has my prince gone?" the Lass asked
" My dear dear Lass....it is a lesson for you to learn...when you no longer wish to care for your love, he will appear..and when your emotions once again return, he will vanish" the fairy calmly explained.

"But fairy..whatever could be the point of this? Why must he poof when I start to have feelings"

"My dear girl," the fairy continued " If I could figure that out do you think I wouldn't be floating around on these stupid wings? They just POOF!"

....and just like that she was gone leaving the Lass alone and very confused.

So on her way she went off again to the Lava dance....hoping that she would find someone who would not POOF but stay with her instead.

The morel of this storey is that you rarely have what you want, you get what you don't need and no matter how hard we try, men will just never makes sense...POOFing is simple in their make up.