First we take the internet, then we'll take on Oprah...
NOTE: HOLY FEEDBACK BATMAN! Comments, emails, messenger, and one of you even used the new mobile feature, which is impressive since I haven't put it on the blog yet..good to see the American opinion back again. Kudos to you all. That's what this is all about...you guys sharing YOUR thoughts with me...who knows, one of your thoughts might even become the next day's topic, as it has today. Wow...the last time I received that many reponses was WAY back... either when I was one of the Canadian bloggers that defied the publication ban during the Liberal Sponsorship scandal or when I was one of the bloggers linked up with American bloggers criticizing the Patriot Act. Mind you, those were all threatening...and from the federal government. Except for the Patriot Act thing, those were from the Bush Administration and Bush's campaign manager...and they weren't so much threatening as they were suggestive, as in "I suggest you remember who we are and who you are talking about..." It was interesting to note the difference in opinion, and since I know everyone that had a thing to say, it provided me with some valuable insight into all of you...yep, a better understanding of how you all think. And for that I thank you all and I implore you to keep it up. Too many of you just read and leave...try reading and leaving a bit of you behind next time, it shouldn't be too hard since most of you are bored at work when you read me anyway, after all, that's why you stop by in the first place, isn't it? It might even be therapeutic...nah...but it just might be fun...
Well, I was intending to write about morbid obesity but that little thought got shelved...so, let's carry on with this a bit longer shall we?
Help.
So many different ways to interpret that little four letter word. Judging by your comments, most of you like the idea behind the word, so that's good.
Some of you seemed skeptical, in fact a few of you seemed downright distrustful when it came to the principle of help.
interesting...
I loved how evenly split you were in your opinions...almost half of you loved the idea of being able to rely on others when you need it, a mental Linus blanket if you will, that you carry along with you as you meander through the days and when the need arises, you can wrap yourself up in the knowledge that there are others around to lend a hand.
And then almost the other half of you loved the idea of being able to aid and assist in a moment's notice, a sort of personal Hallmark card of the soul, that provides you with a warm and wonderful feeling when you lend a hand. A few of you mentioned volunteering, and as commendable as that is (believe me, I am admiring and respecting you BIG time, considering the work I shall soon be doing...) it demonstrates the principle behind what I was getting at, so bless you, but it isn't exactly what I was getting at.
For some, you were hesitant about accepting the idea behind unconditional assistance. You all shared the need to but you all felt unable to accept without feeling guilty, or that a debt would accrue within you...which is unfortunate. And a few of you were distrustful altogether, citing previous experience as reason to justify your distrust...which is rather unfortunate as well.
For some, it appeared that helping out was providing you with an opportunity to bypass your own grief/guilt/unresolved issue without actually tackling YOUR issue...a therapeutic passing of the buck, so to speak...The Placebo Effect. Convenient? Yes. Helpful? Personal development? Not so sure...it's a sign of disassociation, of which we all suffer from to varying degrees (it's true, look it up...try Psych 101 for starters) which left me wondering...
now before any of you get all GRRRRR on me, hear me out...
yesterday's blog revolved SOLELY around the idea that there are women I know very well out there that stopped taking "incredibly bold and courageous steps"...they took a simple little one, nothing to it really...and BOOM! Things started happening and they were tickled pink upon realizing this. The fact that it was the first time that they had actually bitten the bullet and just went for it, consequences be damned, proved to be the most empowering thing to occur in their lives in sometime, if not ever. And that is terribly courageous but what I was getting at was that it is the most incredibly easy thing to do. Scary? You bet your sweet ever-loving ass it's scary. In fact, it usually is downright holyfuckamoly frightening. But so was jumping off the diving board for the first time. So was your first rollercoaster ride.
Some of you love diving boards and rollercoasters...some of you do not. But unless you climb up the ladder or stand in line, you are getting nowhere near finding out if you are going to enjoy or hate the experience. That can be challenging in itself, sure, and some of you are at that point. Some of you are just about to walk out towards the edge or climb inside the car. That is more like it, getting almost to the point where you're commited to a decision. Freaky as hell.
Nothing really profound or groundbreaking there, I admit. Basically a simple reminder of the truth, of which we are all very much aware of.
And it may be easy for me to sit here and pontificate about personal situations, which I may or may not have any idea about, granted, but I'm not.
I am sitting here talking about a few women that jumped off or pulled the restrainer bar down...they committed themselves, whether they wanted to change their minds or not, either way their are committed to the plummet or the rises up and down.
And that is the point I was getting at. I was reminded of my own personal situations by hearing from others about their own. And that was greatly beneficial. Helpful. It helped me immensely.
I was comforted, amused, reassured; all of the things we seek and desperately need from time to time just to get through the day sometimes. And I was also proud, knowing that they had done it and also that I know them. We relied on each other as it turns out, and the funny thing is...I can't remember any one of us asking for help. It just happened by reaching out for a chat. We were giving as much as we were receiving, simply because we did. No effort, no struggle with fears...just did it. Talked and boom...there it was.
And that was the point. And that's how help is free. It's there for us all, whenever we need or want it. We just have to stop looking for or preventing what we want to happen, and stop for a moment and realize what already has. There it is, shiny new and all yours...
and that's a pretty cool thing. And yes, it's yours to keep and no, you are not in debt and yes...it's free. That's the price you pay for something like that....nothing at all. You just have to want to spend the same amount down the road someday...nothing at all.
And they say the barter system died at the dawn of the Industrial Revolution...silly kids
Help.
So many different ways to interpret that little four letter word. Judging by your comments, most of you like the idea behind the word, so that's good.
Some of you seemed skeptical, in fact a few of you seemed downright distrustful when it came to the principle of help.
interesting...
I loved how evenly split you were in your opinions...almost half of you loved the idea of being able to rely on others when you need it, a mental Linus blanket if you will, that you carry along with you as you meander through the days and when the need arises, you can wrap yourself up in the knowledge that there are others around to lend a hand.
And then almost the other half of you loved the idea of being able to aid and assist in a moment's notice, a sort of personal Hallmark card of the soul, that provides you with a warm and wonderful feeling when you lend a hand. A few of you mentioned volunteering, and as commendable as that is (believe me, I am admiring and respecting you BIG time, considering the work I shall soon be doing...) it demonstrates the principle behind what I was getting at, so bless you, but it isn't exactly what I was getting at.
For some, you were hesitant about accepting the idea behind unconditional assistance. You all shared the need to but you all felt unable to accept without feeling guilty, or that a debt would accrue within you...which is unfortunate. And a few of you were distrustful altogether, citing previous experience as reason to justify your distrust...which is rather unfortunate as well.
For some, it appeared that helping out was providing you with an opportunity to bypass your own grief/guilt/unresolved issue without actually tackling YOUR issue...a therapeutic passing of the buck, so to speak...The Placebo Effect. Convenient? Yes. Helpful? Personal development? Not so sure...it's a sign of disassociation, of which we all suffer from to varying degrees (it's true, look it up...try Psych 101 for starters) which left me wondering...
now before any of you get all GRRRRR on me, hear me out...
yesterday's blog revolved SOLELY around the idea that there are women I know very well out there that stopped taking "incredibly bold and courageous steps"...they took a simple little one, nothing to it really...and BOOM! Things started happening and they were tickled pink upon realizing this. The fact that it was the first time that they had actually bitten the bullet and just went for it, consequences be damned, proved to be the most empowering thing to occur in their lives in sometime, if not ever. And that is terribly courageous but what I was getting at was that it is the most incredibly easy thing to do. Scary? You bet your sweet ever-loving ass it's scary. In fact, it usually is downright holyfuckamoly frightening. But so was jumping off the diving board for the first time. So was your first rollercoaster ride.
Some of you love diving boards and rollercoasters...some of you do not. But unless you climb up the ladder or stand in line, you are getting nowhere near finding out if you are going to enjoy or hate the experience. That can be challenging in itself, sure, and some of you are at that point. Some of you are just about to walk out towards the edge or climb inside the car. That is more like it, getting almost to the point where you're commited to a decision. Freaky as hell.
Nothing really profound or groundbreaking there, I admit. Basically a simple reminder of the truth, of which we are all very much aware of.
And it may be easy for me to sit here and pontificate about personal situations, which I may or may not have any idea about, granted, but I'm not.
I am sitting here talking about a few women that jumped off or pulled the restrainer bar down...they committed themselves, whether they wanted to change their minds or not, either way their are committed to the plummet or the rises up and down.
And that is the point I was getting at. I was reminded of my own personal situations by hearing from others about their own. And that was greatly beneficial. Helpful. It helped me immensely.
I was comforted, amused, reassured; all of the things we seek and desperately need from time to time just to get through the day sometimes. And I was also proud, knowing that they had done it and also that I know them. We relied on each other as it turns out, and the funny thing is...I can't remember any one of us asking for help. It just happened by reaching out for a chat. We were giving as much as we were receiving, simply because we did. No effort, no struggle with fears...just did it. Talked and boom...there it was.
And that was the point. And that's how help is free. It's there for us all, whenever we need or want it. We just have to stop looking for or preventing what we want to happen, and stop for a moment and realize what already has. There it is, shiny new and all yours...
and that's a pretty cool thing. And yes, it's yours to keep and no, you are not in debt and yes...it's free. That's the price you pay for something like that....nothing at all. You just have to want to spend the same amount down the road someday...nothing at all.
And they say the barter system died at the dawn of the Industrial Revolution...silly kids
2 comments:
Hey Bryce,
It seems that you have a really hard time with people not accepting your help. It's not so bad, some people prefer help....some do not. We can all look back and be proud of ourselves whether or not we did on our own or with help.
Kelly :o)
HELLLLLPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
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