Me - United

It's often said that people don't change. I think they do. Not basically or fundamentally, but beliefs, ideas, thinking, reasoning and attitudes do, sometimes even quite drastically. Growing up, becoming more mature, more knowledgeable and more experienced with life; circumstances, other people's influences ... not suddenly or even perceptibly, but we all change, gradually and to a more or lesser extent, along the different stages of journey through life.

Barely a teen but very precocious, I tried to fit into the group of the older teens of the 14 - 15 year olds, all seemed far more confident and sophisticated than I was I thought. So I began to talk like them, dressed like them, say I liked horror films when I was actually scared out of my wits each time, practically killing myself with my first Rum-Cola but said I loved it and asked for another ...

All too soon I found I really hated being one of them, as their hobbies were not mine, their ideas were weird, and their entertainment was to me silly and dead boring. So I went the other extreme, to be totally different, as far from their style and behaviour as I could be. Great success. At least with the boys. I stood out and became somebody special. Lots of dates but no friends. Couldn't find one girl / best friend I could tell my tentative love adventures to, and all those little secrets teens have and just need to share with somebody. That's when I realized that I was so different that the others at first avoided me then hated me. Only the girls though. Boys always seemed to like the girl who's not like the others.

I changed once again, Plan-B, by making myself humble and attentive, more of a good companion than somebody only popular with the boys. I was extra nice to the girls, friendly, helpful, considerate, and make myself available for whoever that seeks my company. Doing my best to be a friend, instead of trying to shine above them.

That worked like magic, and I found myself enjoying sharing all that I knew or possessed. No treasure you own seems so valuable until it was shared and admired also by others or at least one other. With the passing of years, I also learned that people share far more similarities than differences. Sure none of us have an exact equal; everyone of us is unique, but because of that we need communication and company. To celebrate each other's achievements or successes, as well as learning from each other's mistakes or failures. However unique a person doesn't by himself make a world.

I finally learned to be me, the real me. No matter what and how others think, act, say or criticise, and no matter how disappointed I might feel being let down, I will simply be myself and always do my best. I needn't seek anybody else's approval, except my own.

I have finally found the Me I can live in peace with. I like the way I am now. Just me, no more, no less.

An after-thought: - With my highest respect to everyone's privacy, I stress that this is no more than just a thought: Would some of you like to tell a bit more of yourselves too? To give us a chance to know one another better? To be friends not just contacts?

Current Mood: accomplished

Me - United

It's often said that people don't change. I think they do. Not basically or fundamentally, but beliefs, ideas, thinking, reasoning and attitudes do, sometimes even quite drastically. Growing up, becoming more mature, more knowledgeable and more experienced with life; circumstances, other people's influences ... not suddenly or even perceptibly, but we all change, gradually and to a more or lesser extent, along the different stages of journey through life.

Barely a teen but very precocious, I tried to fit into the group of the older teens of the 14 - 15 year olds, all seemed far more confident and sophisticated than I was I thought. So I began to talk like them, dressed like them, say I liked horror films when I was actually scared out of my wits each time, practically killing myself with my first Rum-Cola but said I loved it and asked for another ...

All too soon I found I really hated being one of them, as their hobbies were not mine, their ideas were weird, and their entertainment was to me silly and dead boring. So I went the other extreme, to be totally different, as far from their style and behaviour as I could be. Great success. At least with the boys. I stood out and became somebody special. Lots of dates but no friends. Couldn't find one girl / best friend I could tell my tentative love adventures to, and all those little secrets teens have and just need to share with somebody. That's when I realized that I was so different that the others at first avoided me then hated me. Only the girls though. Boys always seemed to like the girl who's not like the others.

I changed once again, Plan-B, by making myself humble and attentive, more of a good companion than somebody only popular with the boys. I was extra nice to the girls, friendly, helpful, considerate, and make myself available for whoever that seeks my company. Doing my best to be a friend, instead of trying to shine above them.

That worked like magic, and I found myself enjoying sharing all that I knew or possessed. No treasure you own seems so valuable until it was shared and admired also by others or at least one other. With the passing of years, I also learned that people share far more similarities than differences. Sure none of us have an exact equal; everyone of us is unique, but because of that we need communication and company. To celebrate each other's achievements or successes, as well as learning from each other's mistakes or failures. However unique a person doesn't by himself make a world.

I finally learned to be me, the real me. No matter what and how others think, act, say or criticise, and no matter how disappointed I might feel being let down, I will simply be myself and always do my best. I needn't seek anybody else's approval, except my own.

I have finally found the Me I can live in peace with. I like the way I am now. Just me, no more, no less.

An after-thought: - With my highest respect to everyone's privacy, I stress that this is no more than just a thought: Would some of you like to tell a bit more of yourselves too? To give us a chance to know one another better? To be friends not just contacts?

Tags:success,failure,unique,different,changes

• Current Mood: accomplished

Asthenia, Me & My Sheep

I am one of those people who are immediately affected by the weather, always. I feel bright when the day is, happy and jolly when the sun is shining, but sad, lethargic and with the sense of doom just because the day is dull and gloomy . But now in autumn, for me the best time of the year, the weather where I am in Roses, Spain, is very pleasant, cheerful, with blue sky, bright sun and warm breeze, yet I am feeling down and moody recently, for no good reason whatsoever. I sleep very badly too; couldn't have been because I will soon be homeless with Multiply closing up for good imminently, could it? Having just learned the word 'asthenia' - medical name for the state of feeling tired, irritable, restless, listless and moody, even depression; at least I have now something to blame for my listlessness. Even the word itself is such a mouthful!

Whenever I am in such a state of mind or mood, my remedy is usually one of two things I do religiously: to indulge myself with some goodies, chocolate, wine, a snack when I am not hungry or needing it, or, less harmful to my health, put on some perfume. Don't laugh. It really works. As a habit I nearly always put on perfume anyway when I go to bed, it helps me to feel pampered, cosy and relaxed. It doesn't always do the trick, but should I have difficulty negotiating for a sweet dream, at least the perfumed pillows are inviting and the bedroom smelling lovely and enticing.

If I am desperate enough, I do all those things. Eat, drink, douse myself with perfume and go to bed counting sheep. It works, because by the time I got hundreds of sheep in the bedroom, the only way I could avoid being trampled to death is to escape to the dreamland.

Tags:Asthenia,Perfume,Sheep

• Current Mood: awake

What Is Man Capable Of?

It's so true that one learns something new everyday. I am always very glad when I do. Except, unfortunately, that sometimes not all of them are what I would be glad to learn. Some are of course, informative, helpful, useful or simply interesting. Others could be sad, annoying, stomach turning or utterly incredible, in a horrendous sense, making you wonder how sick in the head some human beings can be.

I learned about such a case yesterday, which continues with updated details today. A man here in Spain was arrested yesterday, for having raped a pony. A pony?!

The owner of the little animal heard his dogs barked late at night. He got out to investigate, first his garden, then the stables he had behind his country house, where he keeps 3 horses and one pony. When he approached nearer, he saw a man running away, but with his very powerful touch he could make out that the man was someone he knew, not as a friend, but someone who lived in the same area.


On examining his stables, he found his pony had it's 4 legs tied together, behind it there was a chair which didn't belong to him. His further investigation caused him to suspect the most detestable violation performed on the poor animal, which continued to emit guttural sounds of pain. The blood curdling evidence of cruelty and inhumanity showed clearly on it's injured behind.

The owner later told the police that he recognised this man being the one, who had in the past week or 10 days been lurking about near his property, once even on the ground within, and had been warned off. The vet had provided the unmistakable confirmation of this hideous and cruel crime.


The prosecution asked for 10 months of prison and 771€ of damage, which is the exact figure of the vet bill. Not having any precedents to go by, the charge was reluctantly termed as ' cruelty to an animal'. It should have been 'rape' with more than ample evidence, had it happened to a person, the prosecution added.

Normally, when the term of imprisonment was less than 2 years, the man was automatically entitled to conditional discharge, but in this case no, as he is already pending court hearing on another rape charge, to a woman. It had also been pointed out that the crime was planned ahead with such intention; the repeated looming around the property days ahead, and the chair he had brought over as aiding prop to the crime scene attested to that.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it, what with people killing their own family members after mere differences of opinions, couples beating each other to a pulp, fires set to other's property for fun, robbing old and defenceless people with violence, abducting. violating and killing young girls ... raping now even animals!! What other atrocities are human beings capable of??

How is that the world can be so very beautiful yet also so ugly and beastly at the same time?

Tags:Rape,Violence,Pony

• Current Mood: infuriated

Who Is Drinking My Wine?

Robert Parker, in 2008, published his new list of the Best Wines of the world in his magazine 'Wine Advocate', a wine bulletin reaching the subscribers without advertisements. It's reproduced by all media of communication all over the world, regarded as the Bible by wine lovers and he the guru.

He has been heading and presenting this hit parade for 29 years, achieving his fame when he proclaimed the extraordinary merit and quality of the Bordeaux 1982 which, at that time, nobody would give one franc for. Time had proven him right, to the point that if you give this as a present to someone, it would not be shared with any naive or ignorant, who couldn't understand why the bottle was opened with everybody standing up singing praises and gratitude. Like a holy ritual!

He is also the first to gloss and annotate his punctuation on the wines of Priorat 97 and 98 in two consecutive years, elevating immediately the price and the sale. A personnel paid 100 € for a bottle then and later resold it for 600 €. Another Priorat, called Clos Erasmus, in 2007 fetched the highest price of 100 € is now 500 €. This year's Rioja Contador is 399 €. And, the experts assured that it could go up further after it's enthronement, the price might even double. He has also rated a 99 another wine, from Montsant, called Espectacle.

I suggest that Robert Parker should be named a public enemy. Each time people discovered a wine good and affordable, this would suddenly become something beyond reach for the majority of the public, as soon as he even mentioned it's name in passing in his publication .

Now, to my idea of a celebration meal of a bottle of good wine with grilled lobster, I would have to take out a 2nd mortgage, the 1st one would be for the lobster.

Here's to you and better times!

  

Tags:wineadvocate,lobster

• Current Mood: blah