This is the first Christmas I’ll be totally alone. Sure on Christmas day I’ll go visit my Mom and sister and we’ll open a few presents and have Christmas dinner and that’ll be fine. But I like all the stuff leading up to Christmas too. Decorating the tree, making cookies, having presents under the tree (sure for me, but for people I’m giving to too. I like giving presents and making sure they’re just the right one). This year it feels really depressing though. I didn’t have a tree, so I went to Target to get one. I just wanted a small one because it’s just for me. They were out of all but the tiniest tree though and so I took home a 6’ one for $20. As I walked around the store picking up a few other things I needed I couldn’t stop thinking about how empty the tree will be. Not because I need bunches of presents under it, but because no one will be coming over to get theirs from under the tree either. I want people to be around, but everyone I’d want here is somewhere else now. I wish I had unlimited funds to just fly everyone I care about somewhere and have a great big dinner. Heck, I’d settle for a few of them and a cheap homemade something. But that’s never going to happen. So I’ll send cookies and cards and pretend that’s enough for me. And maybe it actually will be. I’ll put up my tree and try the best I can to smile and be happy, but really I’ll just be lonely and waiting for a party that isn’t going to happen.
What happens when we fall in love is probably one of the most difficult things in the whole universe to explain. It’s something we do without thinking. In fact, if we think about it too much, we usually end up doing it all wrong and get in a terrible muddle. That’s because when you fall in love, the right side of your brain gets very busy. The right side is the bit that seems to be especially important for our emotions. Language, on the other hand, gets done almost completely in the left side of the brain. And this is one reason why we find it so difficult to talk about our feelings and emotions: the language areas on the left side can’t send messages to the emotional areas on the right side very well. So we get stuck for words, unable to describe our feelings.—
Robin Dunbar, Evolutionary psychologist, on what’s happening in our brains when we experience love.
It’s part of a new collection of Big Questions From Little People, brilliant scientists from Lawrence Krauss to Richard Dawkins answering the questions of children. It’s brilliant. Check it out at Brain Pickings.
What am I talking about? A drink. See I don’t drink. At all. That’s not very odd here in Utah as it’s the crazy Mormon state, but I’m not exactly Mormon. Well I’m not at all except those records from when I was a kid. See I want to be able to let go and just have a glass of… well anything. But my childhood training of Booze iz bad kicks in and basically makes it a chore. I’m not even talking about getting drunk (something I’ve never been) just having a drink with friends or some crap. Compound that with dad’s drinking adventures in which he nearly killed himself on several occasions by not getting help and being one of the few in my family not to have been arrested for a DUI and suddenly it doesn’t look that bad being the sober one all the time. Still Drinking (in moderation) is one of those things people just kinda do. I’ll never be one of those “I got sooooooooooooooooo drunk” kind of people because they annoy the hell out of me, but part of me thinks being the teetotaler is lame and that it doesn’t serve a purpose. I’m not my father. I’m not annoying drunk people. Just a guy that would like to be able to enjoy a beer/cocktail/glass of wine with his friends one day without guilting the hell out of himself. How does that work again?
1st RULE: Talk about tweet club all the time.
2nd RULE: Talk about tweet club ALL THE TIME
3rd RULE: If someone says “stop” or says you’re annoying them, keep doing whatever it is they want you to stop.
4th RULE: Monitor your followers incessantly. If someone unfollows you they must be a jerk. (or you’re talking about dumb crap they, nor anyone else, care about)
5th RULE: Multiple fights at a time.
6th RULE: No shirts.
7th RULE: Tweets will go on as long as they have to. (up to 140 chars. because tweetlonger is dumb)
8th RULE: If this is your first night at Tweet Club, you HAVE to tweet.
If for no other reason than Beck’s “Hell Yes” makes me feel good everytime I listen to it. best mood. Would be a great way to wake up, but my laptop won’t wake up to play it and my phone just isn’t loud enough.