Category Archives: Introspection

a false winding down

The thesis-beast has finally been slayed. How many other graduate students are celebrating across the nation, the world, right now because their academic research has come to a victorious end?

It is a falsehood. Sure, this project is done, but so many more loom in the hazy future. There are many who will have to continue typing search words into expansive databases, painstakingly referencing scholarly studies into particular formats, and explaining informed consent to their willing participants – all to just continue in an earned, employed position. Give me application, give me meaning. I don’t want to be a contributor to a body of research; I want to be the wielding instrument, the intermediary.

The world of academia can seem almost irrelevant. Look up words. Read. Compile. Sift. Acquire various permissions. Gather data. Analyze it. Write it up in a way that sounds professional, yet makes sense. Rationalize that it somehow changes the world, makes a difference. Scoff at night time news reporters who exclaim that recent studies prove this or that and know that correlation does not equal causation. Repeat.

Yet, words empower. Data compels the critics to stop, take a look, implement changes, develop programs, fund projects. In short, research helps to catalog and fuel human curiosity and progress.

This one chapter is closed. There are still challenges to conquer, treatment plans to cook, carve, and serve, hot and ready. Underlying all of the work is a hope for an improved future, an enthusiasm for there being a continued present, a guided tomorrow.

thanks for shutting up

It was a long, continuous day – one task after another. The phone rung consistently. Callbacks were administered. There was a large, sturdy shipping box with my name on it. It contained a ‘thank you’ basket with beauty care products from a client that I assisted several weeks ago. It was completely unexpected; an enormous mood booster, but there also were tears forming in my eyes when the woman called later in the afternoon. She said sincerely, “It is so rare that people actually listen to another human being. Thank you for your help, and for your humanity.”

I had dinner with a few friends tonight. We ate and talked. Went to class. The professor lectured. Peers contributed. Held a phone conversation with my sister. Looked forward to going home.

Home. Washed dishes. Laughed a little. Browsed the Internet a lot. Made him tea for his throat. Snuggled up a bit, and felt chatty. He wanted to read. I stated that I would leave the room for the night because my talking was interfering with his book. He didn’t disagree. He only argued it a bit once he saw the hurt double over on me – we had said we missed each other all day moments beforehand. Now, I’m here with a mushy pile of dramatic emotion wrestling somewhere in my chest, and relentless thoughts recur that there is more than one type of wall between him and me tonight.

after a toast to the couple

after a toast to the couple, originally uploaded by chispeak.

“Now that you have learned about the great responsibility and faithfulness embedded in the creation of marriage, are you ready to proceed with your vows?”

It seems that the commonplace of separation and divorce among the married have changed how the actual wedding ceremonies are carried out. I have been to two weddings recently, and they differ sharply from those I attended several years ago.

First, neither was held in a church or building with any religious affiliation.

Secondly, the priest, interfaith clergy, or designated minister had heightened the sense of importance and commitment that one agrees to when tying the knot. They seem to take an invested interest in counseling the couple prior to and during the ceremony to reassure their conscience that all preventative measures were taken to help support the couple’s future success.

The minister reviewed the idea of passionate love, of love that overtakes one’s sensibilities, but needs to be controlled within the present covenant they were binding themselves to – that marriage necessitates and justifies the sacrifice of desires and wants in favor of what would reasonably benefit the other, the beloved.

The downfall of marriage has caused many to view the act as being nothing more than a minor traditional ceremony that can be canceled at whim, while others proclaim their joining as being all the more special and serious, given the social circumstances and underlying lasting expectations for their relationship. It has become more acceptable and common for couples to live together before engagement, before setting a wedding date or choosing a photographer. I always learned that the statistics associated with such couples is not favorable. However, confounding variables play a large role that is often overlooked by mass media reports. The intentions of the couple prior to living together (those who most likely do not wish to get married anyway), and the lack of change experienced after moving in together (often more closely bonding newlyweds who did not cohabit prior to marriage) are better indicators of future divorce or separation rather than the mere fact of living together before being wed alone.

I am not afraid of these uncertainties. Every relationship takes hard work to maintain and improve. Being familiar with statistics and research methods, I am able to scrutinize the scare tactics and figures. One cannot judge how loving individuals meet – their lives are not mine to examine, but I can certainly support the hopes for my significant other and me.

One action, for instance, is quelling my boyfriend’s curiosity at this post (his hand is featured in the photograph above), and letting him read its content. You know, we’re building trust and all.

several August thoughts

1. Self-sufficiency is a strange, glorious level to reach.

2. This background check is taking so long, I must have felonies in several states delaying the contract from getting approved.

3. Have I lived here so long that I’ve lost my hometown roots? I am finally confident in navigating around this place, but yearn for (an idea of) home more than ever.

4. Free music on Amazon.com rocks (but mostly sucks).

5. This disgusting, hacking cough has persisted for over a week. I am becoming an antihistamine junkie.

6. The statistics show that cohabitating couples usually do not last, and are less likely to result in marriage. I am going to give it a go anyway.

7. 16-year-old boys react the same as older males when presented with a choice. The end result will always be a Saturday spent in pajamas, not showered, playing video games.

8. Never turn down homemade blueberry, pumpking pancakes in favor of regular ones.

9. Writing a numerical list on a blog does not really count as publishing a legitimate post. It does not have the same feeling of satisfaction as those consisting of several paragraphs. However, it can be quite reflective of how the events of life feels, sometimes.

only posting to say…

it’s too hot to blog.

four days

Yes, four days pass by quickly. It is difficult to be attuned to one’s blog, to stay updated and communicative when a person is running on autopilot. Ever see the movie ‘Click’? It’s been one of those weeks.

A startling realization was reached – all human beings have emotions. Those who are ‘emotionless’ or non-expressive have their breaking moments. Sometimes, an empathetic, outstretched hand, or a simple acquiescent nod of understanding is all that can be afforded or offered.

I want to learn Italian, a language full of emotion and beauty in every syllable. Will you join me on this journey?
Will you offer up a favorite recipe for me to cook this weekend? I’ll post photographs.

affability

Sometimes, when people instigate, threaten, or simply do not like you, it means that you are doing something right, whether it’s following through on your job or upholding the law for the safety of others. Research (I’ll have to cite this source later) has shown that the old stereotype of bullies doesn’t necessarily hold true. At least in the study, the troublemakers weren’t the kids who were picked on, neglected at home, or suffered from low self-esteem. They were egotistical and too self-assured, even more enabled by their doting parents. Their self-esteem and feelings of superiority over their peers were high and unchecked. They treated others like dirt, because they truly viewed themselves as being better. They failed to take responsibility for their actions.

I know that I cannot please everyone. I cannot be admired by everyone, or even respected. When people do not meet one’s expectations of maturity or self-awareness, it’s wise to remember that the individual and oneself are similar. “I am also mortal and flawed.” Sometimes, the best reaction is having none at all.

oil symbols

oh, it is love, originally uploaded by chispeak.

We were stretched on the grass, resting on top of a damp blanket. Crickets conversed around us and kids shrieked in delighted awe at the explosions of colors lighting up the humid July sky.

Yet, we were engulfed in our thoughts and each other, despite the overbearing crowd and the intolerable volume of exploding fireworks mere feet from us.

The atmosphere created did not necessarily have anything to do with the display or the reaction of the audience. It had more to do with being in the presence of one another.

There is something anatomically incorrect about this painting, more so than any lack of talent I have as an artist. It was done intentionally, with purposeful meaning. Can you spot this physiological aberration? Tell me what you think it means, or if you can relate to it in any way.

dear abuser,

You mistreated her and initiated another generation of harm. There is no relative end to the damage you started. These things are causative and cyclic in nature. The only thing I am grateful for is that half my genetics are not from you. She left in time.

What you did was inexcusable, and her learned helplessness and blunted sorrow never left her eyes. I stared into that gaze for almost 23 years. I grew in her womb. How do you think that affected me? Her? All of us?

Domestic abusers harm more than their immediate victims. Their families, their future children, and grandchildren may all feel the horrendous impact by the (emotional, verbal, physical, and sexual) marks left on those they hurt. Some perpetuate the pain. It is their only means of expression.

This Mothers’ Day is one to bring awareness to this issue. I am not a day late in posting this – there has never been a time more appropriate. Families and couples can only remain intact with mutual love and respect for one another. The foundation must be solid and healthy in order to raise well-adjusted children. Children learn by example, and model after their caregivers.

What kind of an example will you be? How much will you put up with before the final line is crossed?

This has been a BloggersUnite post in recognition of Domestic Violence Awareness Day.

amoebas and neanderthals

There are only two categories of inebriation, which encircles all types of drunk people on one continuous spectrum – amoebas and neanderthals.

It only takes a little fermented fruit to make most men lose the advantage that millions of evolutionary years has fine tuned in our ability to reason. That being said, it reverts us back into the Stone Age. If those in the Stone Age were to get drunk, they might as well have reacted like amoebas in turn, following the historical order of events. Yet, modern human beings under the influence generally act like amoebas or neanderthals, and can be classified thus:

Amoebas

The one that can be typically found passed out with drawings all over him or herself, hunched over a toilet, laying flat or curled in fetal position on the floor. The type that becomes the silent, internalized observer, and even referring to the somber drunk that softly weeps over some failure or memory. These individuals are generally slow moving, slow to think and even slower to respond. They are wrapped up on the inside, and can be quite the introvert, maybe some are before they even begin chugging down the booze.

The Neanderthal

The type that displays aggressive and loud externalized behavior. The brute that runs off instincts and emotional waves. This drunk can usually be found rolling among the muck and mire at a bar while fighting with another Neanderthal, cursing and glaring, pulling down street flyers and signs while cackling, and flipping over furniture for the sheer exhilaration of using his or her muscles in a tipsy Hulk fashion. Alcohol seems to energize them and exacerbate their pre-drunk state rather than detract and calm.

Which one are you?