I have new found faith

Sunt anumite momente de optimism in viata fiecaruia.Pentru unii mai multe, pentru altii mai putine. Eu le am in fiecare an. Poate nu in aceeasi perioada dar sunt acolo. Momente in care cred ca umanitatea merita salvata si trebuie sa contribui cu ceva la asta. Obsesia mea pentru ecologie fiind bine cunoscuta, calea in care as vrea sa salvez lumea este deja stabilita. Dar problema cea mai mare in treaba asta este lenea. sau poate faptul ca mereu astept momentul potrivit.

Intrebarea mea este:Nu avem toti prea multe momente genul asta?Momente in care vrem cu sa facem ceva. Ceva care ne pasioneaza dar gasim mereu scuze sa nu facem respectivul lucru. E prea devreme, sunt prea ocupat/a, mai tarziu...si asa mai departe.

Acest optimism ma face pe mine sa renunt la atitudinea mea sarcastica obisnuita si sa tin motivational speeches.

Cateodata am impresia ca ne e prea frica de ceea ce altii cred despre noi. Ca ne e prea frica sa ne bucuram de viata ca nu cumva sa nu parem patetici, ca ne e prea frica sa ne implicam intr-o cauza umanitara pentru ca nu e la moda sa iti pese, ca ne e prea frica sa traim intens pentru ca aceste trairi s-ar putea sa nu fie intotdeuna pozitive si suntem prea infricosati de eticheta "emo". Cateodata cred ca am ajuns ca in majoritatea cercurilor sa fiu precauta inainte sa spun anumite cuvinte. Cum ar fi "iubire". Ne ascundem problemele. Refuzam sa le abordam chiar daca abordarea ar fi laturalnica. Cliseele si frica de previzibil ne domina. Un final fericit e intotdeuna previzibil. O lectie de viata patetica. Si un cantec in care nu se simte sarcasm sau critica la adresa societatii contemporane nu e reusit. Pentru ca numele postul astuia si versurile anumitor melodii (gen Nada Surf- Concrete Bed) o sa roll some eyes.

Undeva pe drum am devenit atat de preocupati de ce cred altii despre viata noastra ca am uitat sa o traim. Si cu totii negam asta cu putere. Uram fenomenele globale. Uram globalizarea. Uniformizarea.Dar trist e ca ne straduim atat de mult sa nu fim ca ceilalti incat uitam cum este sa fim noi insine.

The Mein Kampf Phenomenon

Don't let the title of this post allude you.I am not, in any way, supporting nazi movements. It's about persuasion, hallucinations and people with antisocial complexes and strong personalities.
Hitler was one of those people.I mean it would be preposterous to assume that Hitler single-handedly coerced an entire country to obey him. No. He managed to persuade them that his view on things was the right one and did so with arguments that seemed pertinent and logical (well they were very hungry and probably sleep deprived). So he looked like he had Parkinson and drove probably more than three women to suicide, so what? The people didn't know about that aspect of his life.They knew that he had found someone to blame for everything and if there was something Germany needed back then it was a scapegoat. Hitler made a career out of it. But did he really believe it?Was conviction the source of his madness or did he only take pleasure in killing and torturing and didn't really care who ended up dead or scarred? Bottom line is that he did what he wanted.Untill his death in 1945 Hitler had killed millons of people and not just jews; he had killed the handicapped, the old and those who remained in hospitals for extended periods of time for he considered them to be a burden on the backs of those who worked for a living.

But it sems to be impossible that he could persuade the people of Germany that what he was doing was right. How could he have done that? Of course fear played an immense part but that was later on. In my opinion nationalism had set the stage for disaster. And although we all like to belive that we're civilized creatures, the moment our animal instincts are subtlely awoken we may have a hard time separating instinct from rational opinion.

So was Hitler evil? Was he just severely disturbed or was old Lucifer in on it? You will find an abundance of people advertising both theories. Me? I think it's all about control. But we'll tallk about that some other time.

My recommendations: People in Planes - Falling by the Wayside , Paloalto - Last Way Out of Here and Staind - Epiphany. Enjoy.

Schimba placa..

Pana acum am postat exclusiv in engleza.Dar am fost intotdeuna adepta schimbarii asa ca diversificam putin...

Ok acuma uite cum sta treaba...in scurta mea viata am reusit sa acumulez niscaiva experienta la capitolul "comportament uman".Nu o sa plictisesc pe nimeni cu perle de intelepciune indoielnica insa dom' profesor de romana ne tot bate la cap cu faptul ca Maiorescu a zis odata ca cica Eminescu e mare poet mare da' cam iubitor de antiteze(sunt sigura ca Maiorescu se rasuceste in ilustru-i mormant simtind in ce hal i-am masacrat cuvintele).Tendinta aceasta este bine sesizata si cum se presupune ca ce invatam la scoala ne ajuta si foloseste in viata,haide sa construim postul in maniera antitezica.

Suntem fortati de impulsuri mai vechi decat noi sa ne plictisim.In momentul in care dispare noutatea ne pierdem interesul, nu mai apreciem.."we take for granted" cum ar zice englezu'.Bun...toate ca toate dar ce se intampla cand acea parte din noi care prefera constanta (si aici nu ma refer la oras) intervine?Ce se intampla cand impulsul nostru de a cauta noutate se bate cap in cap cu dorinta de stabilitate?Cum impacam si nestatornica capra si linistita varza?Cedarea nu pare a fi cea mai buna optiune pentru ca nu stim nicodata unde ne poate duce cautarea de nou daca nu este filtrata in prealabil prin sita ratiunii.In acelasi timp nu putem nici sa ne complacem preferand stagnarea in locul progresului.Sau putem dar nu e preferabil.Si iata-ma din nou punand intrebari la care nu exista raspunsuri corecte pentru ca influenta subiectivitatii este prea profunda.Ce ne facem?Asteptam book review-ul.Nu o sa fie cine stie ce...

Pana atunci va sfatuiesc sa incercati nitel Placebo.

Fight or Flight

"Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive. Family,love,sex...But we only need one thing to actually be alive. We need a beating heart. When our heart is threatened we respond in one of two ways. We either run. Or we attack. There's a scientific term for this. Fight or Flight. It's instinct. We can't control it. Or can we?"

There I go again with my obsession for "Grey's Anatomy". This was one of my favourite voice-overs. It is most true. Actually these are the options we have everytime anything of ours is threatened.

Fight or Flight.

We all think we will be the ones who fight. We always see ourselves as being courageous and as the ones who will save the day. Or at least stick it out. However there is no way of knowing how we will react before the actual event takes place. When you're looking in the cold eyes of potential tragedy...this is when reality kicks in. What will you do? Will you hide? Will you take a breath of polluted air, grind your teath and go down fighting?

Who are you going to be? Who are you now? What part does your personality play in this kind of situation? Or your training? Will the way we react change the way the people around us see us? Do we consider what people around us think when this kind of situation occurs?

I wish I had answers. But I don't. It's really frustrating for me not to.But I don't. It's not one of those times when I have the answers but refuse o give them to the people that need them because the answer itself is not worth anything without the search for it. I just don't know.Fear is one of my fascinations. That's why I like horror movies and Steven King and that's why I'm enthusiastic when it comes to documentaries about the end of the world. My level of wierdness is indeed disturbing but I can assure you that you are in no immediat danger of being viciously murdered. Just like sports.I prefer to watch in cases like this. It might seem equally disturbing that I'm comparing mass murder to tennis but there it goes...

Maybe I'll expand on this subject. I don't know yet. 'Till then my recommendation:

Listen to Mozart. It's supposed to stimulate the brain.

Band aid covers the bullet hole...

This is the name of a "Grey's Anatomy" episode.It's also the title of a Scarling song. Quick solutions are what we're looking for.Get it over with.I want to get back to my life.I want it fixed now. The quality of the "fixture" doesn't cross our minds till later.When the band-aid slips off and we're left with an even worse injury than the initial one.Is procrastination a manifestation of fear?Is denial so present in our lives that we can't and don't want to tell reality apart from hope?Where was reason hiding when someone with cancer for example let the tumor grow instead of getting it checked?(copyright Grey's Anatomy).Is fear a "disease" of the weak?One of my mottos, for I have many( which can, in a way, contradict the idea of motto) is that courage is not the absence of fear but rather the idea that something is more important than fear.to be courageous is to act in spite of the fear. What am I afraid of...? I would never tell YOU that but it is a question worth considering. Most people who saw the movie IT are afraid of clowns.I am included in that vast cathegory. So i admitted it. But that's different. It is far easier to say that clowns or dogs or carrousels freak us out than it is to confess our other kind of fears.

The solution?Take care of things when they should be taken care of.Never leave unto tomorrow what you can do today...yada yada yada. What does
it matter if we've taken care of things or not as long as no one knows we haven't. My mother would say something like:"the truth shall set you free"(I chopped down the cherry tree...again yada yada yada). A lot of things in this world are over-rated. The truth, for one. At the same time the "what you don't know can't hurt you" bit is a load of bull as well.So we are stuck in a society where lack of time nd hedonism has not only created people either too afraid or too busy or (why not face it?) too lazy to do certain things in time but we also leave in a time when saying the truth and hiding it can have equally catastrophical consequences.Hurray for us. Hit the booze.

Well on a more consolative note If you can't do anything about it stop stressing.

Recommendation:Placebo: Sleeping with ghosts and Days before you came two of my favorite songs.And for those of you who are feeling a little down and would like to keep it that way Devotchkas: How it ends. IM me for the song(s).

P.S. Check this out.I know I'm obsessed.Bear with me.It's a great song.