it is your heart

Have you ever met someone who tells you everything, and tells everyone everything. Not that this person is a Yenta but they want everyone to know about there problems and they want compassion from everyone, more or less falling into a victim mentality. I have a friend who is going through a rough patch. Family life is crazy, work life is possibly worse and friends are getting tired of hearing the same old woes.

We all have a desire to be known, this is going back to my previous blog, but that is why I blog and am addicted to Facebook. However I do feel that there is a time and a place for who should know and when you tell them and how much you tell them. There is a poem by E. E. Cummings, I believe, and the last line reads, I hold your heart, I hold it in my heart. I believe that when someone shares their experiences and thoughts and dreams and woes and hopes and emotions with you, you are entrusted with a part of that person's heart. I feel that we should be careful who we share our thoughts and sorrows and hopes and dreams with. Because forever that person will hold part of our heart and what they do with it can uplift us, or it can destroy us.

Going back to my friend. This person has put their heart out there for everyone to see, everyone knows exactly what mess this person is in. No one wonders everyone knows. And so this person is heart-wrenched all the time. There is never a moment of peace, there is never a moment of strength. I believe that when you leave your heart open you are vulnerable to so much more pain because your protection is gone and everything no matter how small is able to attack you, nothing bounces off, your ability to analyse and think logically about a situation is gone, everything becomes emotional. Everything hurts.

I guess my reason for writing this out is to warn you about putting yourself, your heart, your soul, out into the world without discernment, with out caution, without protection. For once your heart is gone it is almost impossible to ever get it back.

it is a human right

The other day was Martin Luther King Jr Day a man that stood up for human rights. I have an uncanny ability to remember peoples names, what they do, their favorite sports teams. their dogs, their kids, their struggles, their triumphs and everything in between. A customer marveled at the fact that I was able to recall different aspects of their life. And I began thinking about this ability I have. I am not a memorable person. The people I have seen every day for the past four years, yes they recognize me. But some that maybe I saw an hour or so before and we had chatted about the upcoming test or the stressful day at the office, I won't be remembered out from behind my bar. And that is fine, I served my purpose in their life for that day, that moment, I filled that need.

We all feel the need to be known. That is why I have this blog, am addicted to facebook and post stupid videos on youtube. None of us want to go through life being forgotten, unknown, alone. Now this is where I can tie it all together. I believe it is a human right to be recognized, to be remembered. I don't believe anyone deserves to be forgotten.

Sometimes people share things with me while I am behind the bar that I don't want them to. Often times I know about the same phone call three days running, or the issue with the light bulbs that has been dragging out for two weeks. Sometimes it is hard to help the grieving daughter who just lost their father, or the poor kid on the block who doesn't have a dime to his name, or the drunk who somehow magically bought a computer, or to the mother who is tired of dealing with her rebellious teenager, or the student who just can't figure out college, or the kid who really wants to be all grown up and living his dream but can't figure out how to get there. Sometimes I forget what my purpose is. Sometimes I wish it wasn't my purpose that is was someone else's problem to listen and offer the same advice every day. But it's OK at the end of the day, the week, the month when one person says thank you at the end of our conversation. It helps to get to the next conversation, and the next problem. Though sometimes I am tired and feel that I have nothing much left to give, someone will see me at the grocer and say hi fancy seeing you here. And then I the forgettable one was unforgettable for a change.

it is normal

A friend of mine has decided that they are missing normalcy in their life. What is normalcy might I ask? Who knows what is normal in their life? Do you have a normal life? Do I? When I told her that a normal life is an enigma she said she wished to be God's version of normal. Well the word normal is not in the Bible so how would one find out God's version of normal. In the Song of Solomon he says...but my dove, my perfect one, is unique... and who doesn't want to be that girl? I mean he wrote one of the steamiest books to date all about her uniqueness. What I am trying to say is that why would you want to be average, plain, boring, just like any other bloke. Why wouldn't you want to be yourself,find your uniqueness and stand up on your own two feet and say to the world this is who I am deal with it! I don't feel like I made my point, or if I even know which point I was trying to make. But I'll leave you with this. Be yourself and be proud of yourself.

It is your mind

I was thinking last night as, I was falling asleep, about how our brains work. And then I was thinking about how little of our brains we actually use, I think it is somewhere around 10%. And then I was thinking about all the crazy people in the world and I was thinking if we utilized more of our brain capacity would these psychotic people be more psychotic or less. And would all the good people in the world be better and would more positive change come about. And how come in movies aliens who use more of their brain can always speak telepathically. That is their big achievement with more brain power, telepathy.

-- Posted From My iPhone so please excuse the typos!