Perception, a strange yet factual concept. Truth does not necessarily amount to factual content. Again, it’s all about perception. Let’s take serendipity for example. Is certainly is a factual word (the dictionary doesn’t lie), yet some people don’t believe in it. That would then make it untrue, in their minds. If you are a believer of serendipity, your idea of such an occurrence could gravely differ from that of another believer’s. This then brings us back to perception. I’m not one to spoon feed anyone information so use your imagination. Point being, perception is a fact. The truth of any perception is not a fact per se. What it basically boils down to is that the more we contemplate various points of view, be they fact, fiction or even plausible, dwelling too much on such topics can cause madness to ensue. This can then become the most serendipitous revelations of all, hence this writ. Then again, it could have you committed and certified… Again – perception!
P.S. Don’t let the fear of madness stop you from thinking further than what’s presented in books and texts and scribes. I.e. be a little mad!
Fear of the Unknown
As the popular as the saying “there’s nothing to fear but fear itself” may be, can we get a little more specific? We always tend to tend to think it’s the fear of enormous feats that it refers to but as humans, we do like to over dramatize don’t we. If in your heart of hearts you think it means go out and take over a multimillion dolllar company, by all means do so, if it’s within your ability AND if that’s your calling. But we all have different dreams and different fears and personally I think it’s unnecessary to do something you’re afraid of, no matter how dangerous it is, just to prove you can. It’s overcoming the fear of something that’s holding you back from experiencing your life in full colour. Whether it’s the fear of picking up a paintbrush and going savage on a canvas without fearing the outcome. It may not be a masterpiece but it sure as hell is going to give you a spring in your step for actually doing it! If you’re usually the most polite and soft spoken person under the sun yet still get treated like you’re a nothing by some pompous bag of inflated ego, speak up for once. Do it load and proud, okay that may get you into a spot of trouble if it’s in a work situation but that’s what the human rights commission is there for and nothing, I mean NOTHING feels as good as standing up for yourself does! I’m going to skip the cliché’s – go sky diving, etc because, well honestly it’s been encouraged as a fear overcoming tool ad nauseum (not that I wouldn’t mind doing it!) Rather back to the very basic and fundemamental obstacle: The fear of change. Yeah, let that sink in for a while…
RANDOM THOUGHTS – THE UNDERSTATED JEWEL OF CREATIVITY.
If you’ve woken up from a dream that made absolutely no sense, not even starring anyone you’ve ever seen in person or crazy looking creatures. You’ve probably wondered, “Holy fudge brain, what were you thinking?” And then there are the daily random, seemingly irrelevant thoughts that pop up in our minds, only to discarded because WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT! Perhaps this is because of conventional conditioning, as in stick to the rational; if it makes no sense then it must be non-sense! Bull twang! What if those random pop ups are our creative and intuitive ideas trying to get our attention. We might not know what the message is yet or what to do with them. But if you push them to one side, you’ll never know. All works of art, be it music, writing, hell anything creative, are born out of randomness. So next time a fleeting random thought flashes through your mind, give it a little more attention. You never know where it could take you and if anybody dares to call you batshit crazy for having them, well the jokes on them… can’t imagine a life with no creative thoughts no matter how irrelevant or seemingly insignificant they may be. Embrace the random – if not for the pioneers of the afore mentioned, we would be “admiring” blank pieces of art, bland food an oh so dull and underwhelming books. So go on, dance with the random, there’s much fun to be had…
So let’s get the scientific biological stuff out of the way, randomly placed… Just the gist so to speak –
Facts from Medical News Today:
1. When activity between the auditory and emotional parts of the brain increases, it may cause a sensation of revulsion or disgust at a sound, as typically occurs to most of us when we hear somebody scrape chalk or their nails on a blackboard.”
2. They believe it processes the data from the auditory nerve in such a way as to provoke a negative reaction.
3. After analyzing all the sounds the participants liked and hated, and placing them in order of unpleasantness, the researchers found that disagreeable sounds tend to be between the frequency range of about 2,000 to 5,000 Hz
4. Study author, Dr Sukhbinder Kumar, said, “it appears there is something very primitive kicking in. It’s a possible distress signal from the amygdala to the auditory cortex.”
I’m sure most of us hate the sound chalk on board. For me personally the sound of a perfectly natural occurrence in my part of the world, the SCREECHING violent attack coming from the beak of a Hadida (Ibis) bird, does cause psychological trauma. As in “I’m going to kill that god forsaken bird!” This stays in tune with the science of auditory frequency tolerance though so it’s not uncommon. How about sounds which insult us personally as individuals? Like the gargling/sucking despicable sound of someone slurping from a cup? Or the laughter that some folk have who have taken the saying “laughing like a hyena” as a personal dare. How about, I SAMUEL L JACKSON DARE YOU to laugh like that again!
More offensive to my eardrums are the ringtones people have on their mobiles, on LOUDEST volume level, when there is no escape from them. Like being in the restroom. You can’t exactly up and leave when you’re there for the purpose the restroom was designed for. But loud, oxygen thieving, attention whore HAS to be in there too! Hospital rooms? You can picture it… Finally sleep creeps in after the pain has subsided when day patient, who’s cell is on top volume, let’s everyone know about the near death escape they’ve just had after a camera said they in fact don’t have an ulcer, it’s just wind. WHATS WRONG GRIM? Pulling pranks and just feeling a little sassy?
And this brings me back, sort of, to one of the scientifically proven facts: “It appears that something very primitive is kicking in”. Or as I’d like to think of it: “fleeing from the fake”. Yes I’m well aware it’s a personal preference but if you’re going to have a ringtone of rocking track, digitally acquired, as your ringtone, I personally request that you get away FAAAAR from me! (loud enough?)
Cry Cry Cry
Why do we cry over oddities – PMS not counting (Prepare to Meet Satan), and the usual “normal reasons, like sadness or so. As with so many other matters in my life, things are always twisted in ways that most people find really difficult to understand. I cry or at least start to well up with a torrential corneal rainfall when I’m angry. I suppose it’s because it’s better that breaking shit, and getting bleeding knuckles and quite likely arrested! But there are also many other, seemingly inane things that make me cry. Usually it’s something that moves me so deeply, like injustice and general situations in which I’m helpless. Seeing the underdog win, be it fictional or not, makes me bawl like a colicky baby! I mean, even seeing Will Ferrell’s dad in Talladega Nights showing up at his school (with shitty drunk advice), made me shed a few tears!
Extreme excitement and anticipation when trying to explain to someone what I’m all excited about brings about the waterworks. The one thing I don’t remember crying about though is at funerals or over break ups (the end – not the fight). It seems that all emotion evaporates as do the tears.
Then there’s the laughing your ass off kind of laugh – the one that when you start, you can’t stop and then you laugh more because of it, creating a vicious circle which usually ends not just with your eyes leaking but your bladder too!
So in conclusion, I am extremely emotional, not as in cry baby emotional – aggressively passionately emotional about everything that excites me. It’s either that or I’m completely devoid of emotion, no in-between. Balance is after all highly overrated, unless you’re a trapeze artist! KEEP THAT FIRE BURNING!!