I Seem To Be a Person
There’s actually more to it than just “I seem to be a person.” Let me try that again.
I seem to be a person to whom things happen. Interesting things. Really. Things often “happen” to me. I meet amazing people. I see things. I hear things. I’ve taken trips and met people, witnessed visions of good, and experienced bits and pieces of life that many people (it has recently come to my attention) actually might long for. I can’t say what I’m really talking about. Not exactly. Just strange little things that happen. I shouldn’t need to figure out any where or when or why about it all. But I do.
I’ve got good stories. Some of them I share with friends and family. Some of them I have written here for you. Some things I will tell you. And some things, I will not. (Insert annoying emoticon or cute little smiley winky face here.)
When I’m feeling confident about myself, I think the things that happen to me happen because I make them happen or because I’m (slowly raising and lowering index and middle fingers) “special," as they say.
When I’m feeling lucky to be alive, I think the things that happen to me happen because that’s the way the world works and we can all be involved in a world that works this way, if we simply choose to.
When I’m feeling frustrated with my fellow humans, I think these kinds of things are happening all around us but most people are too stupid or too preoccupied (with who’s wearing what and which movie star is having which rock star’s baby) to notice the infinity of earthly goodness that presents itself to us every day.
When I'm feeling insecure, I decide that nothing special happens to me and I am an idiot who makes things up to soften the reality of my overwhelming mediocrity.
When I am feeling pleased with the world, I think these things happen because the world is a magical place and because there is an order to the Universe.
When I am feeling lonely, I believe I am imagining the whole thing and that you’re all together right now as I type, talking about me, laughing, enjoying wine and cheese, and planning my intervention.
Right now, I am feeling content. So I guess I’m just happy that the strange little things that happen to me do indeed happen from time to time. And, at least right now, I really don’t need to figure out why.
Hooray, strange little things.
Hooray, interesting tidbits.
Hooray me and Hooray you, to those of you who pay attention.
Hooray world and Hooray to good timing.
Hooray, to my impending intervention.
I seem to be a person to whom things happen. Interesting things. Really. Things often “happen” to me. I meet amazing people. I see things. I hear things. I’ve taken trips and met people, witnessed visions of good, and experienced bits and pieces of life that many people (it has recently come to my attention) actually might long for. I can’t say what I’m really talking about. Not exactly. Just strange little things that happen. I shouldn’t need to figure out any where or when or why about it all. But I do.
I’ve got good stories. Some of them I share with friends and family. Some of them I have written here for you. Some things I will tell you. And some things, I will not. (Insert annoying emoticon or cute little smiley winky face here.)
When I’m feeling confident about myself, I think the things that happen to me happen because I make them happen or because I’m (slowly raising and lowering index and middle fingers) “special," as they say.
When I’m feeling lucky to be alive, I think the things that happen to me happen because that’s the way the world works and we can all be involved in a world that works this way, if we simply choose to.
When I’m feeling frustrated with my fellow humans, I think these kinds of things are happening all around us but most people are too stupid or too preoccupied (with who’s wearing what and which movie star is having which rock star’s baby) to notice the infinity of earthly goodness that presents itself to us every day.
When I'm feeling insecure, I decide that nothing special happens to me and I am an idiot who makes things up to soften the reality of my overwhelming mediocrity.
When I am feeling pleased with the world, I think these things happen because the world is a magical place and because there is an order to the Universe.
When I am feeling lonely, I believe I am imagining the whole thing and that you’re all together right now as I type, talking about me, laughing, enjoying wine and cheese, and planning my intervention.
Right now, I am feeling content. So I guess I’m just happy that the strange little things that happen to me do indeed happen from time to time. And, at least right now, I really don’t need to figure out why.
Hooray, strange little things.
Hooray, interesting tidbits.
Hooray me and Hooray you, to those of you who pay attention.
Hooray world and Hooray to good timing.
Hooray, to my impending intervention.
Comments
And of course, as a woman, the next question is "what time of the month is it?" ;)
Being a psyc major, you just sent my mind reeling a thousand miles per hour but not in the way that you might think (insert cheesy emoticon) (People automatically think I’m going to psycho-analyze them or something else silly). Actually, I’m stuck trying to remember all these terms about the huge array of emotions, feelings and tendencies you’ve just mentioned. You see, these are kind of normal, which seems funny to me… We are incredibly complex and hardly understand our own selves but THAT is some how normal.
Note: the info I listed below will not give you or anybody the answers to all of life, but it is pretty cool anyway (insert yet another cheesy emoticon)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-perception_theory
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self_serving_bias
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illusion_of_control
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindsight_bias
The one I REALLY wanted to find is the “Sadder but wiser effect” but I couldn’t find much of it.. It’s quite interesting stuff but I’m sure it goes by some other name. Anyway, this will due in its place because its that darn good:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just-world_phenomenon
Dan
P.S. there is actually a lot more to each of these but I don’t feel like typing up my whole books.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depressive_realism