How did I get here from THERE? by Jennterra (BLW Contributor)

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On the edge of insanity I spent many years wasting away  and I cried many tears  while my mind and body slipped into decay. I look back now and wonder how I am even alive, what watched over me during those desperate times?  Was it an inner will power to survive or a guardian from out of our time?

I was a wasted away ghost of who I had been, a wisp of a woman whose grasp between reality and delusion had grown so very thin. Addiction is never to be taken lightly; and I took that statement to the hilt.  I took my addiction to the place where you trade in your soul for just one more dose. I would have even sold your soul had you been in my proximity while you slept or behind your back. I was ashamed, I was lost and I was a monster.

To cope with these facts the monster I was became bigger until it swallowed me whole, until I fell into the beasts arms with an abandon and I thought I had forgone all hope. Everyday I sunk deeper and had to do more drugs to dull the feelings  within me; guilt, shame, hatred, fear, and rage.  Every now and then through the haze when I let down my guard I heard a voice…Get out , you don’t belong here! Your gonna die if you don’t run away from this! You are not this person!!! I thought what the hell and got higher in a desperate attempt to kill that needling ghost. I was so precariously perched on the edge of no return that I sometimes wished for it to end, for that final push overboard into the abyss of my ever growing addiction.

Suddenly and out of the blue one day through the fog, through the chaos and commotion of what I had let my life become I realized that the choice was mine, NOT MY ADDICTIONS. I had to get out of the pattern of denial and start looking at the root of the problem, start to hold accountable the only person rsponsible for my choices and behaviors…ME. That my friends is the day I began to heal, the very day I took the first step in beating the pattern of addiction, the day I saved my life.

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Let Me be Me by Creative Blog Mom (BLW Contributor)

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My efforts to avoid blogging on the weekends has definitely provided plenty of material for Mingle Monday. It is also a casual, pressure-free way to enjoy blogging for the day. I just get to look around, discover cool things, follow new people, and enjoy the diversity in our world.

This morning, on my way to a doctor’s appointment, while doing some mingling on the radio, I found myself yelling at NPR. The interview dealt with the way we perceive people because of their appearance. The interviewee claimed that people changed the way they perceived him when he changed his look six years ago. He is a successful, college educated man with a family, whose appearance makes people think otherwise. OK. Maybe. But how does he know what other people are thinking?

The part that got me was when he encouraged his son, who wanted to make the same change, NOT to do it until he was ready to deal with the consequence of changing the way people perceive him.  I literally yelled at the radio, “So the heck what?”

So much of this kind of talk is a matter of perception itself. If you think that people are perceiving you in a negative way, it is not their perception causing your assumption. It is yours! True confidence reveals itself no matter what you wear or how your hair is styled. Wear confidence. Style your hair with pride.

And even if you think looks do “matter”, who’s opinion will you go with? Perceptions vary so widely. You’d have to take a poll to have a chance of getting a majority vote. Who has time for that?

Trust in your own instincts. Believe in you. Look the way that feels good to you. Nobody can take this from you.

Please teach this to our children. Please don’t start their journey of independence with fear. Start it with a smile on your face and your chest held high. Be a strong example.

Get some tips from Parents.com.

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The Pursuit of Happiness by Aristotle — Tell us what makes YOU HAPPY!!!

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“Happiness depends on ourselves.” More than anybody else, Aristotle enshrines happiness as a central purpose of human life and a goal in itself. As a result he devotes more space to the topic of happiness than any thinker prior to the modern era. Living during the same period as Mencius, but on the other side of the world, he draws some similar conclusions. That is, happiness depends on the cultivation of virtue, though his virtues are somewhat more individualistic than the essentially social virtues of the Confucians. Yet as we shall see, Aristotle was convinced that a genuinely happy life required the fulfillment of a broad range of conditions, including physical as well as mental well-being. In this way he introduced the idea of a science of happiness in the classical sense, in terms of a new field of knowledge.

Essentially, Aristotle argues that virtue is achieved by maintaining the Mean, which is the balance between two excesses. Aristotle’s doctrine of the Mean is reminiscent of Buddha’s Middle Path, but there are intriguing differences. For Aristotle the mean was a method of achieving virtue, but for Buddha the Middle Path referred to a peaceful way of life which negotiated the extremes of harsh asceticism and sensual pleasure seeking. The Middle Path was a minimal requirement for the meditative life, and not the source of virtue in itself.

In conclusion, according to Aristotle, what is happiness?

  • Happiness is the ultimate end and purpose of human existence
  • Happiness is not pleasure, nor is it virtue. It is the exercise of virtue.
  • Happiness cannot be achieved until the end of one’s life. Hence it is a goal and not a temporary state.
  • Happiness is the perfection of human nature. Since man is a rational animal, human happiness depends on the exercise of his reason.
  • Happiness depends on acquiring a moral character, where one displays the virtues of courage, generosity, justice, friendship, and citizenship in one’s life. These virtues involve striking a balance or “mean” between an excess and a deficiency.

Happiness requires intellectual contemplation, for this is the ultimate realization of our rational capacities.

Tell us what makes you HAPPY!!!

Credit: Pursuit of Happiness

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Artsy Fartsy – Follow your Dreams (Banksy)

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Banksy’s Follow Your Dreams piece appeared in the Chinatown district of Boston in May of 2010. The image displays a fatigued painter beside the painted words “Follow Your Dreams” in capital letters. The phrase becomes secondary to the word “Cancelled,” which is sprawled across the empowering message. Banksy gives the male painter a typical black and white color, while the initial words appear in a green tint. The word “Cancelled” is done in white capital letters housed by a red rectangle, resembling a stamp. The placement of this work on Essex Street, in the low-income district of Boston, gives the piece a deeper meaning, a commentary on class stratification.

Location: Boston

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Forget Me Not – Ol’ Dirty Bastard [November 15, 1968 – November 13, 2004]

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Russell Tyrone Jones better known under his stage name Ol’ Dirty Bastard (or ODB), was an American rapper and occasional producer. He was one of the founding members of the Wu-Tang Clan, a rap group primarily from Staten IslandNew York that first rose to mainstream prominence with their 1993 debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers).

Jones was often noted for his trademark microphone techniques and his “outrageously profane, free-associative rhymes delivered in a distinctive half-rapped, half-sung style”. His stage name was derived from the 1980 martial arts film Ol’ Dirty and the Bastard (also called An Old Kung Fu Master, starring Simon “Ol’ Dirty” Yuen); Method Man articulated its relevance on track 5 of Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), stating there was “no father to his style”.

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All Love No Hate by Reesie’s Pieces of Advice (BLW Contributor)

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“She’s so weird”

“Why is she so ugly?”

“Who would want to talk to her?”

“Are you contagious?”

This doesn’t even begin to touch the words that I would hear on a daily bases. While most people were excited about the first day of school, plotting their new outfits, or excited to reunite with old friends and make new ones, the beginning of the school year was always just the first day to a 180 day nightmare I would live every day at school.

Things started at a young age, as far back as second grade. I can remember the teacher having to move my desk next to hers so that no one else could pick on me after a boy pulled my chair out from under me just to see me cry. I can remember in middle school, walking down hallways and having to walk over legs being stuck out to trip me, or dodge objects like wet paper towels, pencils, and pennies being thrown at me. During my seventh grade year when my purse got missing and the janitor had to retrieve my purse from the car port where the buses were parked so I could use my key to get in the house that afternoon. In High School, girls would go up to guys, point to me and tell them I wanted their number, and I would have to act like I didn’t see the face or hear the comments of disgust the guy would make, and the laughter of the reaction. During my Sophomore year I remember while I was in the bathroom, the lights went out and I was terrified, thinking that I was about to be jumped. Upon emerging from the bathroom, I came to the realization that it was just a group of kids waiting outside the door to point and laugh at me. These are just a few accounts of the everyday acts of bullying that I would have to deal with every single school day.

I’ve always kept quiet about the bullying that I went through during my school days to my family and friends outside of the school. I often thought of those places as my get away. The only people who truly knew what I was going through are the friends of mine that I was in school with that saw me go through these things every day. I had a best friend and a guy that I was dating at other schools but I never told them anything about the everyday battle I had. At that age I knew that your opinions can change according to the company that you keep. I loved the person they saw me as and I didn’t want to change that, and I was very thankful that other kids couldn’t change that either.  I certainly didn’t tell my parents because that last thing I needed was for one or both of them to come up to the school and make a scene, and that become the topic of the week and yet another thing for me to have to deal with once they left.

I can say that halfway through High School and towards graduation, school life got a lot easier. Once these people got to know me, they began to like me and the bullying came less and less. By my Junior year of High School, I had enough and started standing up for myself, putting bullies in their place and letting them know that I was not taking it anymore. I would let a teacher know after class if a person was bothering me during the lesson. In the halls and after school, I would finally shoot back at the names and comments being made. I thought if I ended up in a fight as a result, I’m going down punching. I had remained quiet for so long, after they saw that I was finally taking up for myself, they seemed to back off. After a couple of conversations with me, a few even became my friend. Later on, thanks to Facebook and other social media, I have actually had a few people that have, as adults, reached out to me and apologized to me for the way they treated me during those school years and stated that they admired my courage, and how it didn’t seem to let it bother me.

One great lesson that I have learned from being bullied every day is how to be strong in situations where you feel like you are at your worst. My sister went through some forms of bullying at one point and she told me something at a young age that I could carry with me even into my adult life. Her advice was this:

“The things they say may hurt you, tear you down and even lead you to tears, but the words that hurt worst are the ones that you believe are true.”

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My Dazed and Confused Days in the Military (Happy Veteran’s Day)

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WRITTEN BY: RYAN FU @FU_BEATZ

I’m leaving Best Buy with my Walking Dead box set when a volunteer walks up to me and asks if I wanted to donate money to the Veteran’s Fund and I told him, I think I donated enough to military. As I go down the escalator, wondering why was I such an asshole to that guy, I remembered that I was in the military. It’s been almost a decade since I left the military but its seems longer. Most of the time, people have to remind me that I was in the military. When I do try to remember my time in the SUCK, I always think about the weird tasting sodas, goat meat on pizza, smelly men, hours on watch, annoying sand and the heat. The weather in the middle east could beat the toughest dudes in the military. The only thing to do out there was to go to the bar and that’s what I did. I drank and drank until I blacked out. This is probably one of the reasons why sometimes I forget I was in the military.

One of the memories I do remember vividly is being by myself in my bunk or sitting on watch with my CD Player (Yes, those things) just listening to music. It transported me away from the weird tasting sodas, goat meat on pizza, smelly men, hours on watch, annoying sand and the heat. Music was refuge and sanctuary. Even though I was hundreds of miles away from home, when I put on that Chronic disc, I feel like I was on the block again. That’s what music does, it transports and lifts you up from the shit you’re in. If it wasn’t for music I would have probably lost my mind and killed a bunch of people, but I’m thankful for it. Here is a list of what I was listening to in the military circa early 2000s:

1. Eminem (The Slim Shady, Marshall Mathers)

2. Korn (Issues, Follow the Leader)

3. Dr. Dre & Snoopdog (The Chronic, Chronic 2, Doggystyle)

4. Outkast (Aquemini, Stankonia)

5. Lauryn Hill ( Miseducation of Lauryn Hill)

6. DMX

7. Jay- Z

8. Limp Bizkit ( Shut up! You liked them!)

9. NIN, Radiohead, Metallica

10. Hootie & the Blowfish (This is not a mis-spelling)

Memorial Day is coming up. I would like lift up my Pimp Cup to all the dudes and dudettes, who had to suffer in the military, so people could watch a week long marathon of Steven Seagal or garbage like the Fart-Asshians and Honey Poo Poo. If you know anyone that is or was in the military, don’t ask how it was like? Instead, just pat them on the back and get them silly drunk.

Note: Steven Seagal was much more then a cook.

Artsy Fartsy – The Tank Man (Tiananmen Square) by Charlie Cole

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Tiananmen Square , a large open city square located in the heart of Beijing in China. On June 5th 1989 , the morning after a truly horrific massacre, an event occured that has been widely recognised as a key moment in the 20th Century. A column of Type 59 tanks of the People’s Liberation Army were moving to exit the area via Chang’an Avenue. A long figure dressed in white and black and carrying two shopping bags stood defiantly in the middle of the road. The tank column halted. The lone individual signalled to the tanks with his bags. They waited, but the man would not budge. The lead tank then tried to drive around the man, who simply side stepped to move in front of the tank once again. After several more attempts to drive around, the man stepping into the tanks’ path every time, the column turned off their engines. The unidentified man then climbed onto the lead tank, and appeared to converse with a few crew members through several of the tanks ports and hatches. After he stepped down and away from the column , the commander of the lead vehicle appeared out of his cupola, and after a short pause the other tanks started their engines and began to roll forward again. No sooner had this happened, ‘tank man’ once again placed himself in front of the lead tank, resuming the stand off. Shortly after, two figures dressed in blue appeared and led the man away.

I’ve chosen to show the uncropped version of the picture here, as it shows just how long the tank column was, and how many tanks and soldiers were present. ‘Tank man’ is visible in the bottom left.

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Forget me Not – Heavy D [May 24, 1967 – November 8, 2011] “Nuttin’ But Love”

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Dwight Errington Myers better known as Heavy D, was a Jamaican-born American rapper, record producer, singer, actor, and former leader of Heavy D & the Boyz, a hip hop group which included dancers/background vocalists.  Heavy D & the Boyz were the first group signed to Uptown Records, with Heavy D as the frontman and only rapper. Eddie F was his business partner in the group, DJ, and one of the producers. The other two members, T-Roy and G-Wiz were the dancers. Their debut, Living Large, was released in 1987. The album was a commercial success; Big Tyme was a breakthrough that included four hits.

Shortly after his death, MC Hammer and others led tributes for Heavy D on Twitter. Hammer TweetedWe had a lot of great times touring together. He had a heart of gold. He was a part of what’s good about the world. 

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