Embracing your Weirdness

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This tickeld me when I saw it in the paper on Friday.

I’m not the sort of person who likes to lose control. I never have been. I like to know what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen. I’m one of those people who would love to be able to see into the future. If time travel were to become a reality, I don’t think I’d be able to resist the temptation.

Where was I? Oh yes. Control.

I have no control at the moment. Everything in my life seems to be spiraling away from my grasp.

Remember the magic of Christmas as a child? I do.

Before I went to bed we would put out a mince pie and a glass of wine for Santa, and sometimes even a carrot for the reindeer. I would be so excited I could barely sleep, and maybe only slept for a few hours, sometimes with considerable bribery from mum and dad.

Christmas morning was magical. It may not have been a white Christmas, but the presents under the tree affirmed my faith that there really was a Santa Claus, and that I was special enough for him to visit. There were always things that remained the same, year on year. Always an orange in my Stocking, the glass of wine would be drunk, only crumbs remaining of the mince pie.

For many years Christmas was a day of fun. Playing with toys, building Lego, eating Christmas dinner, watching all those old movies that are on year after year. Christmas was a time of family, a time of fun, and a time of magic.

And what has Christmas become?

The Christmas season begins earlier and earlier each year. Barely are the ‘back to school’ goods off the shelves, then the Christmas trees and musical Santa’s are there to taunt us at every turn. It is not uncommon to see Witches broomsticks alongside Snowmen. Towns turn their Christmas lights on as early as November.

This is not because there is a desire to extend the magic, or for any other sentimental reason. Christmas has become a retail enterprise. It begins earlier only so that the unsuspecting consumer spends more. Parents who cannot afford the long build up to Christmas are made to feel guilty that they cannot provide what little Johnny wants and all his friends are going to get.

Santa is no longer cool. His credibility is lost at a much younger age than in Christmas past. Where Children as old as ten used to still believe, the loss of innocence happens during the early years of Primary Education. Children would rather be in the real world it would seem. The guise of Santa is simply flaunted as another way for the retail industry to make money.

The Nativity story is barely known. Children are as likely to learn about Hanukkah as any other festival. (Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for teaching other religions, but the traditionalist in me believes that at Christmas the story of Christmas should be taught.)

So if the story is lost, the meaning is lost. And we have a generation of children growing up believing that the true purpose of Christmas is material gain. Not magic, not family, not much of anything really.

So if the magic is gone. What now?

I’ll admit I’m struggling with Christmas this year. I really am. I have yet to write cards. I have bought only essential gifts. And as you can see, I have become more than a little cynical about the whole thing.

There isn’t anything I can do to change the way the world is approaching Christmas. I think maybe I need to rediscover the meaning of Christmas. I know I can never go back to the magic of my childhood Christmases, but perhaps there is a way to make my own magic now.

We’ll see.

… but sometimes it would be nice.

Making decisions almost always sucks.

Perspective [noun]… 3. Mental view of relative importance of things.

We often talk of ‘putting things in perspective’ What we mean is taking a step back and looking at our situation in a more objective manner, to try and see what is really important. The idea is we will step beyond the ‘now’, count our blessings and realise we were worried about nothing in the first place.

Yeah. That’s the theory. You just try putting that into practice.

The truth is we don’t need perspective. We need perception.

Perception [noun]…art or faculty of perceiving.

Perceive [verb] 1. Become aware of ones senses. 2. Apprehend. Understand.

Our individual perceptions of the world around us shape the reality we experience. We are coloured by our life experiences, attitudes and values, and we essentially make up our reality as we go along. It’s the joy of being an individual. And the curse.

We all say we need to get ‘some perspective’. But we don’t need to step back and see the world more objectively. Why try and see the world objectively? No one really does. Maybe what we need to do instead is change our perception, or at least try to perceive the world through someone else’s eyes. We all have our own reality after all.

So if we try and understand another person’s perception, we will understand their reality a bit better. And that may be all the perspective we need.

I’m in one of those weeks that never seems to end. How is it that there is a direct correlation between how crappy you feel and how slow time passes. Why can’t time slow down when life is good and speed past the not so good bits?

It’s like driving in fog. No matter how far you go, you never seem to come out of it. You may think the fog has lifted but its just an illusion. I’m trying to keep busy, but the second I stop, that weight comes crashing back down again. I guess time is like many things – completely in the eye of the beholder.

I’ve always been a believer that things work themselves out in the end. But my question is – Why does everything turn go wrong all at once? Is it Karma? All I could really use is for something to go right this week.

But I guess that’s hoping for too much.

Normally, I’m all for Christmas. This year I really don’t care about Christmas. Not one bit.

So, I was listening to the Babylon podcast earlier on – the interviewee was Claudia Christian. On the show, her accent was a a neutral American accent, despite her character being Russian. She grew up with a German-accented mother and and Irish-accented father. And now she speaks with a noticeable English accent. The Americans running the show found this quite ‘odd’ to say the least.

The Americans, in my experience struggle with accent recognition, and yet are immensely fascinated when faced with someone who speaks different to themselves. There is no ‘one’ American accent, it varies by area as it does here and elsewhere. But the fact remains, someone who talks different is going to be noticed.

Perhaps it is their lack of exposure to foreign media, movies and TV? Most Americans I know only seem ever to have heard of Monty Python and Blackadder Whereas most of the television I watch and enjoy are products from across the Atlantic.

We are more attuned to different accents in this country not only because a large proportion of our population now comes from overseas in their first, second, third generations, and some considerably more than that. Add into that we are still a Commonwealth of 53 diverse nations, with soldiers from these nations still swearing their allegiance to the Queen and settling into the economic life of this country.

And I cannot discount the European influence on our appreciation of accents. Being a member of the European Union has made it easier for travel and trade to happen across borders, and we think very little of hopping on a plane to the ski slopes of Austria, or the Spanish Costa’s, or the Beer halls of Germany. Once there we are exposed to a multitude of people and cultures and languages. Hearing a foreign accent has become of second nature to us. We call our bank and we are as likely to talk to someone in India as we are to someone at home. It has become a feature of everyday life.

The more you are exposed to something, the less of an impact it has. And if you live in a country where people are less likely to travel outside their own borders and few tourists ever visit. A foreign accent is going to stand out like a sore thumb.

Each of us has our guilty pleasures, whether we admit it or not. Those things we know we should not like, but for some inexplicable reason, we are drawn to like a moth to a flame.

I have to admit it – my guilty pleasure is Grey’s Anatomy.

In a nutshell, Grey’s Anatomy follows the lives and loves of the interns (and doctors) of Seattle Grace Hospital as they complete their surgical internships. Grey’s Anatomy has become immensely popular in the US, even beating long running and established shows like CSI in the ratings war. At only 3 seasons old, Grey’s is a relative infant, but it has taken the US by storm.

So the question arises – what has made Grey’s Anatomy so popular? And why is it a guilty pleasure?

Today’s answer comes from the part of me that indulges in the guilty pleasure of Greys Anatomy:

Greys Anatomy is so addictive because it is character centred. All the relationships that are so fleeting in other shows are allowed to develop and grow on Grey’s Anatomy. Why wait for 6 years waiting for Grissom and Sara to get together on CSI, only to find out that it did happen, and what’s worse, it all happened off air. In Grey’s Anatomy, we get to see it all. Feelings dictate actions, not the other way around. It is what CSI started with Sara Sidle, but those who were opposed to character-in-CSI hated to see. Whereas from the first Grey’s Anatomy episode, we knew that the long-running ‘will they won’t they’ between Meredith and Derek was going to be important. It’s a soap set in a hospital at the end of the day. And that’s what makes it a ‘guilty pleasure’ – soaps are meant to do that. You shouldn’t want to be nosy. And I think that’s why Grey’s Anatomy will be a success. Because it’s the way that who has ever wanted two characters on TV show to get together would like TV to be, and at least we can enjoy it on Grey’s Anatomy. On Grey’s Anatomy no one is perfect and there isn’t always a happy ending but the voiceovers at the beginning and end of the show have become a trademark of sorts, and highlighted the more serious character developments and issues. And most importantly, they make you think.

I was reading the other day that Blogging is becoming more and more popular, with thousands of Blog’s starting up everyday. And I can see why.

I have always enjoyed writing. There is something about the creative process, of transferring thoughts and idea into prose and narrative. I always thought that the best use of my love of the written word would be writing fiction, but having discovered Blogging, I realise that perhaps it isn’t. Most of my fiction remains unfinished, the muse having disappeared. I have a collection of beginnings, middles, endings, dialogues and outline ideas, but very little finished work. Most of it will never see the light of day.

In Blogging I have found a natural expression, a way of transferring my thoughts and ideas in whatever way I choose. Short or long, one sided or an in depth piece, it is mine to mould as I see fit. I may not post everyday, but I write everyday. It may be an essay on politics or a scribbled note on a scrap of paper but the thoughts and ideas are my own. I have nothing to prove and nothing to gain.

And I find in this form of expression that I can finish what I start.