My first impulse is to define freedom and its meaning by listing those things i do with it. Nice things to talk about, sure, but they don’t answer the question. Not really, anyway.
What freedom means to me is that i have the ability to choose. I can direct my life however i see fit. I only have to make sure that my choices align with my values and my standards.
Freedom means possessing the capacity for self-direction.
Freedom means having power over, and responsibility for, your actions.
I just had a dude interrupt me when i was talking to my friend before heading home after our visit. This guy confidently walks over, opens the car door the rest of the way, steps close and says, ‘i wanna give you a kiss.’
This dude was two years old, in case anyone is wondering. Lol
Apparently, my friend’s son really loves me, and i’m his girlfriend. he broke up with me earlier today, actually…. but by the time he did this, i was his girlfriend again, i guess, so it’s ok. 😛
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?
I don’t really have a favorite holiday; none of them mean what they used to. And this applies in general and to me personally.
I literally think of holidays as just another day. I don’t get excited or solemn like i used to. And it’s more than just growing up.
Modern society has drained the meaning and power of what these holidays represent.
Memorial Day, for example, used to be a serious day where you remember the fallen and support the vets still with us. Now, it’s a corporate free for all of ‘huge discounts’ on inflated prices, and is all about the bottom line.
Thanksgiving was about being grateful and setting differences aside. Now, it’s all about Black Friday Deals.
And for the record, there was never a peep about Christmas until santa appeared at the end of the Macy’s thanksgiving parade. Now, you start seeing or hearing about it in fucking October.
Everyone is in such a god damned rush to get to the next reason to spend money or get gifts or drink beer at a bbq, that we’ve forgotten about the things that actually give our lives meaning.
Does passing out in the grass next to a fire pit count?
If not, then no, not really. I’ve been to different campgrounds, but i always slept in a camper. To me, that’s kinda cheating and not truly ‘camping’. i see sleeping on the ground as a requirement for a real camping trip.
When cells are going through mitosis, do they give each other privacy while they literally split themselves in half?
Seriously, hear me out. Imagine the scene…
A cell is hanging out, moseying through whatever tissue it happens to reside in. during its travels, it almost bumps into a different cell in the middle of the mitosis process, and the travelling cell abruptly changes direction.
‘oh, my apologies, i didn’t realize you were mid-divide! terribly sorry! do carry on!’
(and yes, in my mind, cells are overly polite and proper!)
Is this a thing though, for real? i imagine a cell dividing will emit chemical signals that other cells can pick up on. and this would just be a ‘KEEP AWAY’ sign…or are cells just a bunch of chaos gremlins when they’re at home, dividing at will and pushing other cells out of the way?
You can’t be established in any type of routine or complete any goal if you don’t even frickin start. It’s really that simple.
This is something that everyone knows; but Day One is hard. It’s scary, it’s awkward, it fumbles through things. So many people make excuses and push Day One off because they are ‘not ready’.
I’ll tell ya a secret… Nobody’s ever ready.
You are the only thing stopping you. The only thing blocking your path. And lyrics are fitting here…. “Move, bitch, get out the way!”
Get out of your own way and do the damn thing already!