Note: this is a part of an older post I made.
2009
Right now I am eating a watermelon in a bowl. I didn’t bother to cut it up because none of my roommates will eat it. Which I think is a sin, but whatever, more for me.
My roommates: Tony and Jackie. Tony forced me to start this blog, really though, I do not have an interesting life.
It’s pretty basic. Getting my degree will be some form of a miracle. After that, who knows.
All right, off the boring subject of life, what I am really interested in is why guys wear cologne and girls wear perfume.
Isn’t more logical for the guy to wear the perfume and the girl to wear the cologne?
Think about it. Males like the smell of cologne, they douse their bodies in it. Females like perfume, they pretty much soak their skin in it.
So wouldn’t an attraction have a better chance of occurring if a female smelled a perfume she like a lot (enough to buy it) on a guy? Right?
The same works for a guy, well I guess unless you’re trying to attract other guys. Or girls trying to attract other girls. Whatever works for you.
I’ve been thinking about this and I think the whole scent can turn a person off or on when they encounter someone they find attractive.
So really, guys should be wearing perfume and girls should be wearing cologne. It’s simple really.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Living to Fail
Life is set up so you fail. Now, let’s not make this our motto on how our life is going to turn out. This is one of the most important lessons a person can remind themselves of, daily.
In fact, the more you fail, the more you learn, right? Although to ‘fail’ means especially to give up or to stop ‘living’ because you fear failure, so people will get into these routines of life.
-get up, have breakfast, =oatmeal, blueberries, egg whites, a glass of water
-go to work,
-have a mid-morning snack, almonds in Greek yogurt, some cucumbers, green peppers, and another glass of water
-take a lunch break, spinach and tuna wrapped in a whole wheat pita, a Greek yogurt with protein powder, a bag of carrots, a glass of water
-perform work, have an afternoon snack, perhaps more tuna in a sweet potato, and more vegetables in a bag, oh and more water.
-this is where the water builds up and you head to the bathroom, 3pm, everyday
-work ends, drive home, grab another snack, perhaps a fruit smoothie or a protein
drink, something ‘special’ because you got through the day
-workout, have dinner, read, check emails, go to bed, of course, more water here!
All right, typical day here for me, now perhaps you cannot relate to the Greek yogurt or blueberries in oatmeal, perfectly all right.
Ok, so the next day, you,
-get up, have breakfast, woa wait, why waste more space, you’re doing the exact same thing you did the day before. Oh maybe it’s a weekend day, or a fundraiser is coming up, well then, the day completely changes.
I lied. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with having a routine. I LOVE routines. But most of the time, I find myself stuck in them and wonder what I have learned or taught myself in the last couple of weeks.And this is because I have gotten used to the idea of not failing.
Yes. I do not like to fail because when I fail, I believe the world can see what the worthlessness of my existence.
I used to landscape for my dad a lot, and I would always mess up.
“Why didn’t you use the hedge trimmer on this pine?”
“I thought it was too short already.”
“Now, Emily (with an emphasis on the ‘Em’ –it truly sounds like an unexpected alarm) you’ve done this before, and you know these have to be trimmed. What kind of idiot children do I have?”
Yea, that last part was never a question. So there, I failed in trimmed, in lawn cutting, picking up sticks, taking out trash, sanding a door frame, raking leaves,
-heck I even failed at wearing something ‘nice’ while I did this work. You could say
I know NOTHING about landscaping.
If I went out to an open land area and someone asked me what I would do with the landscape. I could give a few suggestions and decorate it nicely. Even though I failed every day at my job, actually nearly every task was a huge failure, not only did I screw it up, I was a huge idiot in the process, but I kept showing up and trying to please my father. Now, I kept at it, because I was determined to show him that I could do something, that no matter how huge of a loser he thought his child was, I was going to do my best, no matter how much I cried or how poorly he made me feel.
I did not enjoy doing this; I was terrified of upsetting him. However, I kept on failing, my entire life I have failed. But I have also lived.
And failing hides within living. We have to be ready to fail, we have to expect to fail, to endure and embrace it. Without failure, we would have a frustrating time learning or getting anywhere within ourselves.
How does a person grow? How do they brush their teeth, drive a car, and invest money….they fail. They lose money, they hit mailboxes, and they squirt out a handful of toothpaste. = they fail.
Yet, everyone has kept at it. They learn from mistakes, they are ready to fail again. Failing is the best lesson in life. As soon as you can fall in love with failing, you can live. How do you fall in love with it? Sometimes you have to see others you care deeply about do it, other times you have to see athletes flop, sometimes you have to flood yourself with failure, and other times you have to be told it is acceptable and normal to fail.
Once you commit yourself to failing, you’ll be truly living. You’ll go outside of your routine of life and try something you don’t think you can do, you’ll jump out of that comfort zone and probably feel like an idiot in the process, this is beautiful.
This is what’s so lovely about life. People who accept failure and even surge for it, they are the most gorgeous, confident and radiant people on this earth.
Falling in love and reaching for failure (without failure in mind), with living in mind (doing your best) has become one of the most basic and complex principles of life.
How does one live and fail at the same time? When they fall short of a goal, are ridiculed, mocked, and disappointed in a performance or a job handed to them, these people do everything they can NOT to fail, -ask questions, research, guess. And sometimes this works, but it holds a person back in the fears of failure, they are not living, they’re modifying themselves and their reactions so they will not be embarrassed or depressed with the pain of falling short (again and over and over). Snap. Once they accept the failure and the task at hand, they live. All it takes is a person to believe in themselves, and they live. They breathe, do their best, embrace changes, differences, trails, they open themselves to life and begin the process of living.
And living to fail is better than failing to live.
Good night all,
E.Diehl
In fact, the more you fail, the more you learn, right? Although to ‘fail’ means especially to give up or to stop ‘living’ because you fear failure, so people will get into these routines of life.
-get up, have breakfast, =oatmeal, blueberries, egg whites, a glass of water
-go to work,
-have a mid-morning snack, almonds in Greek yogurt, some cucumbers, green peppers, and another glass of water
-take a lunch break, spinach and tuna wrapped in a whole wheat pita, a Greek yogurt with protein powder, a bag of carrots, a glass of water
-perform work, have an afternoon snack, perhaps more tuna in a sweet potato, and more vegetables in a bag, oh and more water.
-this is where the water builds up and you head to the bathroom, 3pm, everyday
-work ends, drive home, grab another snack, perhaps a fruit smoothie or a protein
drink, something ‘special’ because you got through the day
-workout, have dinner, read, check emails, go to bed, of course, more water here!
All right, typical day here for me, now perhaps you cannot relate to the Greek yogurt or blueberries in oatmeal, perfectly all right.
Ok, so the next day, you,
-get up, have breakfast, woa wait, why waste more space, you’re doing the exact same thing you did the day before. Oh maybe it’s a weekend day, or a fundraiser is coming up, well then, the day completely changes.
I lied. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with having a routine. I LOVE routines. But most of the time, I find myself stuck in them and wonder what I have learned or taught myself in the last couple of weeks.And this is because I have gotten used to the idea of not failing.
Yes. I do not like to fail because when I fail, I believe the world can see what the worthlessness of my existence.
I used to landscape for my dad a lot, and I would always mess up.
“Why didn’t you use the hedge trimmer on this pine?”
“I thought it was too short already.”
“Now, Emily (with an emphasis on the ‘Em’ –it truly sounds like an unexpected alarm) you’ve done this before, and you know these have to be trimmed. What kind of idiot children do I have?”
Yea, that last part was never a question. So there, I failed in trimmed, in lawn cutting, picking up sticks, taking out trash, sanding a door frame, raking leaves,
-heck I even failed at wearing something ‘nice’ while I did this work. You could say
I know NOTHING about landscaping.
If I went out to an open land area and someone asked me what I would do with the landscape. I could give a few suggestions and decorate it nicely. Even though I failed every day at my job, actually nearly every task was a huge failure, not only did I screw it up, I was a huge idiot in the process, but I kept showing up and trying to please my father. Now, I kept at it, because I was determined to show him that I could do something, that no matter how huge of a loser he thought his child was, I was going to do my best, no matter how much I cried or how poorly he made me feel.
I did not enjoy doing this; I was terrified of upsetting him. However, I kept on failing, my entire life I have failed. But I have also lived.
And failing hides within living. We have to be ready to fail, we have to expect to fail, to endure and embrace it. Without failure, we would have a frustrating time learning or getting anywhere within ourselves.
How does a person grow? How do they brush their teeth, drive a car, and invest money….they fail. They lose money, they hit mailboxes, and they squirt out a handful of toothpaste. = they fail.
Yet, everyone has kept at it. They learn from mistakes, they are ready to fail again. Failing is the best lesson in life. As soon as you can fall in love with failing, you can live. How do you fall in love with it? Sometimes you have to see others you care deeply about do it, other times you have to see athletes flop, sometimes you have to flood yourself with failure, and other times you have to be told it is acceptable and normal to fail.
Once you commit yourself to failing, you’ll be truly living. You’ll go outside of your routine of life and try something you don’t think you can do, you’ll jump out of that comfort zone and probably feel like an idiot in the process, this is beautiful.
This is what’s so lovely about life. People who accept failure and even surge for it, they are the most gorgeous, confident and radiant people on this earth.
Falling in love and reaching for failure (without failure in mind), with living in mind (doing your best) has become one of the most basic and complex principles of life.
How does one live and fail at the same time? When they fall short of a goal, are ridiculed, mocked, and disappointed in a performance or a job handed to them, these people do everything they can NOT to fail, -ask questions, research, guess. And sometimes this works, but it holds a person back in the fears of failure, they are not living, they’re modifying themselves and their reactions so they will not be embarrassed or depressed with the pain of falling short (again and over and over). Snap. Once they accept the failure and the task at hand, they live. All it takes is a person to believe in themselves, and they live. They breathe, do their best, embrace changes, differences, trails, they open themselves to life and begin the process of living.
And living to fail is better than failing to live.
Good night all,
E.Diehl
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