Category Archives: My Brilliantly Deep Randomness

Who needs coffee when you have pickles?

Have you seen the Oh Snap! pickles at Wal Mart or Kwik Trip or whatever your local grocery store is? Those things are amazing. It is just a giant pickle or pickle bites in awesome packaging. I usually just get the whole pickle but tonight I got the pickle bites and they are just as good if not better. You see, tonight I am using them to keep awake. 

I left the house at 6 am this morning and probably won’t make it home till closer to 11. Lonnngggg day. Tomorrow I get to do it again so I don’t want to waste what precious sleeping hours I have being awake because of caffeine. Pickles are the perfect solution! The sour and salty taste and weird texture are enough to keep me wide awake and the crunching keeps my facial muscles moving which also keeps me awake. I am very pleased with this. 

It is not the first time I have used pickles to stay awake. My freshman year of college I didn’t drink coffee so I would eat spicy pickles to stay awake to finish projects. 

I’m telling you, pickles are totally underrated! 

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Morning Brain

Last Night:

Me: So if I need to be there by 9, I should leave no later than 8:30.

Brain: Blah blah blah…8:30. Got it.

This Morning

*alarm goes off at 7:30*

Me: *groggy* Whaaa?

Brain: Don’t worry! You don’t have to do anything till 8:30. You can sleep for another hour.

Me: Sounds good. Zzzzzz

Thankfully, my subconscious started working on why I would have set my alarm an hour earlier than absolutely necessary and I was out of bed 10 minutes later. Getting up in the morning is a team effort! xD 


Transitioning from “Who” to “What”

 Throughout my teen years and well into college, I was obsessed with discovering ‘who I was.’ I didn’t think of it in those terms and if you had told me I was on some journey of self-discovery I would have laughed, but that is exactly what it was. I loved quizzes and personality tests. It didn’t matter if the test was encompassing like the Myers-Brigg Type Indicator, or something silly such as ‘Which Disney Princess Are You?’ What mattered was that I was learning more about me. I needed to know why I was an extrovert or what it meant to be a verbal processor or how my red hair made me like Ariel (I was never flattered by that comparison.) Every detail mattered. My love language, my spiritual gifts, my DISC results, and especially my identity as ENFP all worked together to create a profile of who I was and why I viewed the world the way I did. I needed to know so that I could understand myself. Even this need, I read, somehow tied back into my personality. It all circled around and I desperately wanted to understand that circle.

Now that I’ve been “adulting”* for a while, I find my need has shifted as I have matured. I no longer ask ‘who am I’ but rather ‘what am I.’ One of my wonderful friends, Tori, expresses it this way:

“In those earlier years we dwell on who we are in a self centered way, finding labels and applying them like “introvert” or “shy” or “driven.” But as we get older we realize that that isn’t so important, and the focus shifts more outward. We now ask ourselves “how am I going to use my personality? If I am driven what am I fighting for? If I am introverted, how will I use my time by myself?” We no longer ask who we are but what we are going to do with who we are.”

“…what we are going to do with who we are.” I love that line. I don’t have all the answers I once sought, but it doesn’t matter as much anymore. The angst is over! My “self” has been tested and and the testing has brought maturity. Maturity, in turn, has provided a sense of confidence. Confidence gives me the kick I need to get into more situations where I will be tested. This is a different circle than the one I originally sought to understand, but it is much more satisfying.

As Tori says, “as we get older…the focus shifts more outward.” This outward shift means I prioritize things differently. I see my work as a challenge and a joy that will develop me further. I see those around me differently because I don’t just want to analyze them to contrast them with me, but to further develop them. I’m free from wondering how I will act and able to focus on acting for others. My generation gives adulting such a bad rap, but I have to say, it is one of the most freeing things I’ve ever done.

A voice in the back of my head chimes in: “Well, you know, ENFPs tend to view people as untapped sources of potential so when you say all that you are really just living up to your type…” And you know what? Maybe I am. However, where once I would have been consumed by that why, I can now shrug and say, “so what am I going to do about that? Whose potential can I tap?”

 

 
*aka, graduated and working an adult job

Check out Tori’s blog at – https://isayitbetterinwriting.wordpress.com/


Sleep in any language

I’m super tired right now but wanted to get a post out so I decided to look up the word sleep in different languages. I found this nifty website that lists words in different languages. Cool, huh? Anyway, here are a few fun ones: 

Albanian – gjumë

Dutch – slaap

Portuguese – dorme

Welsh – cysgu

Belorusian, Macedonian, and Ukrainian all use the word – сон
Serbian is сан.

Malayalam (a language spoken in India) has a fun, scroll-y style – ഉറക്കം

Nepali also looks cool – निद्रामा

Uzbek is uyqu and Turkish is uyku

Zulu – ubuthongo

 


“Lost Boy” by Ruth B

I have had the song “Lost Boy” stuck in my head over the last few days. I have a like/dislike relationship with the song (love/hate seems too strong for the emotion.) It has a beautiful, melancholy melody with memorable, nostalgic lyrics. It really is quite pretty. However, the literary literalist in my brain always feels the need to chime in…and the literary literalist objects to the idealization of a rather morbid children’s book. 

Here are the lyrics to “Lost Boy”:

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too

Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, “Peter Pan, that’s what they call me
I promise that you’ll never be lonely, ” and ever since that day

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last

Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last

And for always I will say

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

Pretty, right? But here is the thing. In the book Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie, Neverland is far from an ideal escape world. It is literally a world of warfare, where Indians hunt Pirates and Pirates hunt Lost Boys and Lost Boys hunt Indians. And what do they do when they catch them? They kill ’em! But guess what, if you are a Lost Boy and manage to not get killed by a Pirate, Peter Pan kills you himself once you hit puberty! Peter Pan is the only one who never ages. Everyone else does, and pays the consequence when they do. Fun, right? 

Don’t judge the book by its morbidness. At least, judge it after you’ve given it a try. Peter Pan really is a wonderful, childish, yet wild story. I really enjoyed it. You just have to erase from your mind the Disney version!  

So actually, the song has very little do with the actual story. I know there is probably a whole, involved argument that could be made about mixing stories with pop culture and the different appearances it takes. I’m not sure I am up for it tonight, though!

Here is the song on YouTube – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3m_V1XNPxA 


Why Is Waking Up So Hard To Do?

In the spirit of not waiting till the last moment, I decided to write this post first thing this morning. If I’m honest, this is a mediocre solution because I’m still half-asleep. However! This phenomenon has inspired today’s post. Why is it so hard to get out of bed? 

I decided to start with a simple Google search and, like with most Google searches about health, quickly concluded something was dramatically wrong with me. Does grogginess in the morning really mean I have chronic fatigue or restless leg syndrome or an underlying psychiatric disorder? I’m guessing no. If that were the case, just about everyone I know has something seriously wrong with them! A little more research, however, and I did find two “answers” that made a lot more sense and actually offer some helpful thoughts for getting up in the morning. (That said, they still came from a Google search, so I am taking them with a grain of salt) 

Observation 1: Phase Delay
Basically, everyone has an inner clock inside their head that tells them when to wake up. Often, that inner clock sets a later time than life requires. It is possible to reprogram the clock to an earlier time, but you have to remain consistent. Sleeping in on the weekends often “resets” that clock and confuses your body. Those extra hours of sleep cause more stress come Monday because your inner clock now things your wake up time is noon. http://bit.ly/1qLMXU8

Observation 2: Sleep Inertia
According to this article, when you sleep, you go through 4 different sleep cycles. If you wake up in the deepest part of that sleep (stages 3 or 4), “the hormones that keep us sleeping soundly are still coursing through our bloodstream.” http://bit.ly/1Nt4lHW The advise from the article? Don’t hit the snooze button. Even if you feel groggy, force yourself to get out of bed and shake off the grogginess. Otherwise you are restarting the cycles.

I am sure there are lots of other studies and reasons out there. I was just looking for a brief overview. I have realized that it takes discipline to get up in the morning. However, I found a few interesting tips on helping yourself sleep better and get up in the morning that make it easier. For example, it is helpful to reduce screen time beforehand, eat a light snack or drink some water before bed, have your alarm clock play your favorite music, and eat right when you get up. My favorite piece of advise, though, is this: Do Something Fun In The Morning. If you are looking forward to something, it will motivate you to get out of bed! http://huff.to/1sqGJGb


What Pinterest Reveals About My Brain

 

Some of my boards on Pinterest are normal and self-explanatory and have titles like ‘Comical’ or ‘Hunger Games’. This is not my natural inclination. I don’t think in normal, categorical ways. Some girls (like my sisters)  have cutesy, or at least practical, names for their boards.  ‘Nails and Makeup’ ‘Cute Hairstyles’ ‘I Would Wear That!’ ‘Something Yummy’ ‘abode’ ‘words’ ‘crafts’ ‘giggles’….for example. All are pretty self-explanatory. 

I tend to group things more…surreally. Or at least more randomly. For example: ‘Awesome’ ‘Random Moments of Awesome’ and ‘Random Things I Like’ are similarly titled groups with similar pins. Yet all of them are very distinct in my mind. I just don’t know how to verbalize the distinction!

For example, a few from Awesome: 

Mr. Tilney & Miss Catherine Morland:

Cinderella live action and animation movie by Rodrigo Yborra Art:

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adventures of George Washington:

 

From Random Moments of Awesome:

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WHAAAAT:

Hehehe:

aww yeah history:

 

And then there is Random Things I Like:

Rapunzel Pirate:

Smooth.:

Metabolism Boosting Foods:

Elsa at Christmas:

 

There are also my ‘For Anna’ ‘For Hope’ and ‘For Bethany’ boards, which are a little easier to explain. I pin things to those boards I think Anna, Hope, or Bethany would enjoy. ‘One Day I Am Going to Use This Meme’ is my favorite board because that is where I store gifs and memes for my Goodreads book reviews. I also have ‘Crafts’ ‘Crafty Patterns’ ‘Good To Know’ ‘Powerful’ ‘Wise Words’ ‘blog’ and ‘Blog Memes’ among other similar, but different, boards.

Now you might be thinking, ‘I DON’T GET IT. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS POST.’ And that is just the thing! This is what it is like in my brainPinning is a gut instinct. I don’t think ‘Princess’ or ‘Disney’ or anything truly categorical at all. I just emotionally react and stick it on the board based on my subjective, gut-instinct. I suspect this is an ENFP-thing. But at any rate, that is how my brain processes the world. I find it difficult to organize things or read maps or put things in little boxes because my brain is going ‘DISNEY…NO WAIT….MR. TILNEY….FUNNY…FOOD?..HISTORY!…HAPPINESS!’

oh my darling darling boy.. why so adorable and perfect? why???:

 

Also, I’ve really got to stop writing these posts so late at night. They turn out weird. I hope this one made sense! Until tomorrow!