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Saturday, 25 April 2015

TV Ads Nowadays Are So Depressing

It's no wonder that the British public feel that life is all doom and gloom when we are bombarded in our living rooms with adverts so depressing that our only option is to mute the television, leave the room or fast forward to avoid them.

I am talking about the ads that are begging for money.  We are begged for money to build wells in which we see children drinking out of muddy pools fouled by animal urine.  We see images of young girls sitting miserable whilst waiting for their 12th birthday when they will be forced into a paedophilic marriage, and only our £3 a month can save them.  We are watching graphic images of cats, dogs, donkeys all being so cruelly used that it enrages us.  Children in our own country being so abused that it makes us feel sick and want to simply shoot the bastards that do it.  We see and hear from those that have suffered and survive Cancer, but only if we give up a regular monthly donation.  The list goes on and on with no let up through every hour of television watching.

It doesn't help when we hear how much of the money that we have donated never actually reaches the people and projects for which we are donating.

We hear of tools, equipment, and materials being delivered to various 3rd world villages in order to build schools only to have it all sit there rotting for many years because of lack of organisation on the charity's part to actually send people to do the building work.

We hear of some of those helping to fight the ebola virus being paid £1000 a day.  We now know that much charity money is actually being filtered off by soldiers, government officials and even rulers of countries.  And just how much or our donations goes toward creating these adverts along with the amount of money it must cost for viewing time.

We live in a very cruel world and as individuals simply can't fix it.  To be continually forced to see and hear of all this torment destroys the very soul.  It drags us down spiritually and mentally.  It brings out feelings of anger, impotence and I believe it goes a long way to causing a general depression and glass half empty attitude to life itself.

It may sound harsh but I am finding that being absolutely flooded with charity adverts is actually having an adverse effect.  It has started to desensitise me.   Whereas I once gave freely, both of my time and money to charity, I no longer feel it is my responsibility.

Perhaps it's about time some sort of restriction should be put on the amount of time each charity is allowed to show adverts on television in the space of a 24 hour period.  There are many restrictions put on the smaller charities that collect via tins, including actually not being allowed to verbally ask for money or even shake a tin.  Yet other charities are allowed to invade our down time, in our own homes, several times an hour with no restrictions.

In the meantime I will just keep muting, leaving the room, or fast forwarding as many others do. 

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Nowadays My Brain is a Notebook

65a6e6f212ae444786b8890a8a39039c_r.jpg?1I should have done this years ago as I have never had a really great memory for the incidental.  Such as remembering the date, or even the month that my Daughter might be going off on holiday.  I don't bother to remember because I know she will tell me again nearer the time.   One of my Granddaughters might mention in passing that she has an A level exam in a month that to me is way too far in the future to bother remembering.  One of them might say, "Shall we all go out for a meal at the end of the month" - Well, that is such a vague date that I don't bother to store that information away, as I know they will come back shortly and give me an absolute time and date.

I was forever being accused of not listening, because to them if I don't remember then I wasn't listening in the beginning.  It's not that I don't remember, it's simply that I don't bother to store it away in the first place.  Einstein once said how he never bothers to remember anything he can't write down and then refer to it when needed.  He didn't believe in cluttering up the brain with little details.

Fed up, and also understanding my family's frustration with me, I decided that at all times I would carry a small notebook and write everything down that might seem of importance at a later date.

My notebook is a totally separate entity to my appointments diary.  My diary is for keeping definite dates in as soon as I am informed of them, but my notebook is my brain's personal assistant.

One of my worst problems these last few years is what I tend to call "word slip".  That means that I could be chatting away or merrily typing and a specific word will be totally unreachable.  Try as hard as I can the word has gone.  At some point, which could be a few minutes or a few hours, the word will suddenly pop into my head.  I will then write that in my "brain" knowing that from then on that word will never slip me again.

If a neighbour says I'm thinking of going away in, lets say, June, will you look after my fish, I will write, "Fish in June".

Looking back on some of the pages of my notebook, even I haven't a clue now what half of the information is there for or what use it was at the time, but if it's ticked off then I have dealt with it and once again my real brain can forget it.  But until it's been ticked off and because it's been written down, my real brain remembers it until it's unnecessary to continue doing so.

Sometimes is a single word.  Sometimes it's a very short sentence.  All probably necessary at the time, but life is far too short and my real brain only has so much capacity, that it's all not worth remembering forever.

To me now, my notebook is as important as my diary and my mobile.

Monday, 20 April 2015

Why Do People Blog?

I was asked this question a few weeks ago.  "Why do people blog - blogs are boring" she wrote.  I am talking about someone that frequents message boards daily.  We had crossed paths by accident in a thread on the help board of yuku.com.

Those that I call message boarders and bloggers seem to be two separate types of animal, and it's hard to get a cross over between the two.

Now I'm not trying to promote the particular message board system of yuku.com but it is very relevant in as much as Yuku not only hosts great message boards, but also interactive profiles and incorporated within the interactive profile comes a reasonable blog.  The blog wouldn't do for a true, blue, blogger, but they do make a good addition to interacting and making friends on the Yuku system.

I have spent a lot of time and effort trying to promote blogging on Yuku and getting barely any takers.  Those that post on message boards, I have discovered, truly believe that they wouldn't know how to blog.  Trying to explain to them that many of their board posts would make fantastic blog posts and thereby attract more people, and consequently more friends to their profile, has been a useless exercise.

The person that stated to me, that "Blogs are boring" I believe had probably never read a blog post in her life.

I replied back with all the various reasons why I felt that blogs had an important role to play, not least of all for all the expert and experienced information out there, but also how if it wasn't for some blogs, ordinary people simply wouldn't know the truth of what was going on in some countries, and how some people are risking their lives to get information out to the world.

After running through all the reasons what the more serious type of blogging offers to readers, I then explained how the ordinary person's blog is such fun to read.  How by reading the blogs of the housewife, the police inspector, the cyclist, the teen, the crafter, and many more, can be so interesting.  Not least for seeing the world through others eyes and lives, but also for the information they share, the knitting patterns, the recipes, and so on.

The message boarder decided to pop over and read the ramblings that I have posted in my Yuku blog and now is a daily poster on not only my message board but also actively comments in my blog.  She has become an Internet friend.

But why do I blog?

My very first blog was simply a daily online journal for my family and friends to read, which I kept up for 4 years and then allowed it to peter out.   In the present I have a cycling blog on Blogspot where I post of my experiences using a tricycle for my only form of personal transport and the crap cycling facilities we have in this country, and I use my Yuku blog to share bits and pieces that I think my Yuku friends might be interested in.

But I personally blog mostly to sound off.  One can't rant and rave about neighbours to neighbours, one can't allow close friends and family to read some of one's personal thoughts and feelings.  Unless you point someone you know in the real world to your blog, blogging is virtually anonymous.  This means you don't have to be tactful, you don't have to be careful how you word things for fear of upsetting a specific person, you can be as honest and as open as you wish to be.

I find blogging theraputic.  A bit like I would imagine an AA meeting would be.  You can share your thoughts and feelings with no judgement.

The majority of people, I would imagine, would say I blog crap, and I know I do as far as true blogging goes.  I have nothing to offer a blog reader but my thoughts and opinions.  But my blogging crap helps me express myself as I wouldn't otherwise be able to do.  If I can sound off in a blog post, then I can remain sane.  I blog for me.

Saturday, 18 April 2015

The Life Changing Magic of Tidying by Marie Kondo

I am in the process of following the instructions in this book. - It really is a must read.

The Life Changing Magic of Tidying by Marie Kondo

Transform your home into a permanently clear and clutter-free space with the incredible KonMari Method. Japan's expert declutterer and professional cleaner Marie Kondo will help you tidy your rooms once and for all with her inspirational step-by-step method.

The key to successful tidying is to tackle your home in the correct order, to keep only the things you really love and to do it all at once – and quickly. After that for the rest of your life you only need to choose what to keep and what to discard.

The KonMari Method will not just transform your space. Once you have your house in order you will find that your whole life will change. You can feel more confident, you can become more successful, and you can have the energy and motivation to create the life you want. You will also have the courage to move on from the negative aspects of your life: you can recognise and finish a bad relationship; you can stop feeling anxious; you can finally lose weight.

Marie Kondo's method is based on a 'once-cleaned, never-messy-again' approach. If you think that such a thing is impossible then you should definitely read this compelling book.