I am not sure which is stranger; deciding to do a complete "overhaul" on my life, getting reacquainted with someone that I knew for half my life and never knew them, or getting a phone call that a friend's husband cut off three of his fingers. Commensuration is my motto!
So how many licks DOES it take to get to the centre of a Tootsie Pop?
All things being equal, I'm positive at this point that it takes 6 failed attempts, one emotional outburst (maybe two depending on your emotional investment), a trip to the emergency room, and an end result of yourself just buying the new stick-less versions that you immediate bite into.
Quitting smoking is much like this. A recently acquired pamphlet helped explain to me that it takes 6 "honest" attempts (I am sure that with all other endeavors I have been lying to myself) before one might actually quit. This is somewhat disheartening; first because I have to admit that I am and have been a liar for 10 years, and secondly because, in all seriousness, having something that is only a few inches long dictate so much of my life for the past decade seems utterly ridiculous. I'd rather have something SEVERAL inches long, with much more pleasure associated with it (and positive results), dictate my life.
I am increasingly aware and fascinated by humans and their experiences. I say it in this way because I am almost positive that I've yet to join the race as a whole. Recently I've had a few "square peg/round hole" conversations with others, and while I think most feel that they are this in some ways, I think by and large few people really feel left out of the "big secret," as I do. Religiously or spiritually speaking, I am sure many feel this way. If we can diverge life and spirituality (some do this religiously) I might suggest that this big secret is simply knowing how to function on a healthy level, but who discerns what is healthy?
I want answers.
I seem to get answers from people who chiefly believe they have them yet struggle with having a functional life themselves. I seem to give answers also, so I know this idea to be true. We share what we have learned, and what it is that we think we know or have figured out. But the answers really are vague in the sense that "what works for one may not work for another." Sure we are all like finger prints and so ornately different, but we all have common denominators; the obvious being that we are all the same species. Everyone can, essentially, be divided up into categories of human beings. I myself (I always like using this because it flirts dangerously with grammatical mishaps) have a caste system that I like to employ when feeling self righteous, which seems to be often. I am sure that there was supposed to be a paragraph break in here somewhere, however I am running off 2 cups of DECAF and 1 1/2 hours of sleep. Ahem. My caste system is biological, mostly. It divides us into the ones who do and the ones who have others do for us, essentially. It is more complicated than that, but for efficiency's sake I will refrain at the moment.
Where can I contribute? Certainly it's not through my self-serving blogs.
I am sleep deprived. I will attempt to nap now. Nap is always a fun word when one is 26.
