Do the Revenge

For the most part, I work with people who speak English as a second language. It means that some times, we just don't get each other. Sometimes, we all just smile and nod. In a job where conversing clearly is imperative, it's been a bit of stress in learning how to articulate myself and my ideas in simple and complete ways.

That being said, there are still just some funny things that my dear Portuguese co-workers say that catch me off guard EVERY SINGLE TIME.

I work with a Portuguese couple. We spend a lot of time together. If we are at a restaurant and the grown man (40 years old) has to excuse himself, he says, "Excuse me, D'Arcy, I have to go pee-pee." I react on my face EVERY TIME, no matter how many times this grown man says "pee-pee" or other versions of it, I just can't keep from almost laughing. Various ways he's used it:

"D'Arcy, Lana will be late, she's just going pee-pee."

"D'Arcy, where is the place to go pee-pee?"

"D'Arcy, I need to take little Tico (their dog) to pissing, please excuse me."

These are some of the nicest people in the entire world, and yet the words pee-pee and pissing just get thrown around all willy-nilly to a proper girl who NEVER says either. It's been an adjustment.

Great blogging material, yes?

Another thing that I love: When I come over to their flat, I am often greeted by their rather feisty, but tiny, dog. If the dog did a "pissing" or a "pee-pee" in the house (which happens quite often, I guess) then the woman, Lana, so dramatic as all Latinos should be, says, "You see, D'Arcy, he does the REVENGE!" She says it with so much drama and arm movements that I would think little Tico (pronouced, Teeko) is walking around with a kitchen knife ready to attack....all while smoking a cigar. His face DOES look like he has a mischievous mustache. Every time I come over, Tico has just "done the revenge!" Such a calculating little pup. Perhaps they just need to take him outside more. It's hard to think there is so much revenge in one little mammal.

I'm really sorry if you stopped by here for some awesome words of wisdom and all you got was this lousy blog post :)

Conditioned

(Cute little Mongolian kids who spent the day with me being happy and taking photos)

Are we conditioned from a young age to be unhappy?

Do we choose to be sad, depressed, and more miserable than we should because we've been brought up to realize that we get something from it? From a young age, a child can sense that when she is unhappy, everybody is sympathetic towards her, and she gains sympathy. Everybody tries to be loving towards her, and she gains love. And when she is unhappy, everybody is attentive towards her and she gains attention. And attention works like food for the ego.

If everybody is looking at you, then do you become important?

When a child is well and perfect and happy, are people less attentive towards this child? It seems to me, as I've been observing behaviors lately that this is entirely true, and thus people become conditioned to choose to be a bit more sad, sick, miserable, and have more problems...because when you have problems, then people pay attention to you.

On the other hand, whenever you are happy and joyful, when you feel estatic and blissful...does it seem like you are met with jealousy? Do people look down upon you or do you feel negativity coming from those who aren't happy?

If you are miserable, no one will really think you are mad. If you are dancing and ecstatic and happy and singing...EVERYONE will think you are mad.

I think that Society has a hard time accepting ecstasy. Ecstasy is the greatest revolution you can be apart of. If people become ecstatic, the whole society will have to change because our society tends to be based more on misery. If people are blissful you cannot lead them to war. Someone who is blissful will just laugh and say: This is nonsense! If people are blissful, you cannot make them obsessed with money. This too, becomes nonsense!

Misery seems to be downhill; ecstasy seems to be uphill. It looks more difficult to reach. But it is not so. It's quite the opposite. Ecstasy is downhill, misery is uphill. Misery is a hard thing to achieve, yet most people have done it. It's antinature. No one WANTS to be miserable, yet everyone has been at some point or other.

So, feel your anger. Then move on. Feel your sorrow. Then move on. Be alert. Be aware. And start choosing to be happy and blissful. Because if you keep choosing misery in your life, then somehow or other, you feel that it is serving you in some way.


**(these are notes to myself...and what I've spent a good portion of my day thinking about)