An Imprisoned Freedom

What did Professor Higgins call Eliza Dolittle again? Oh, that's right, "you brazen hussy".

"Why is thinking something women never do?
And why is logic never even tried?
Straightening up their hair is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?

Why can't a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing,
Or carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?"

Just kidding.

Getting comfy? Good. Here's the program for today.

Entrée of nerves, main course of incoherence with a side dish of fidgeting, and a wholesome dose of embarrassment for dessert.

I got up in front of 1500 people today and spoke with no notes or nerves. And yet I can't do one thing that matters.

I leave you with the high point of my week;

friend: "What was that you said?"

me: "Samantha Stoser is out of Wimbledon."

friend: "Oh, football...."

Smart chicken..

-xx

Image courtesy of ~tyt2000

Prologue Of The Cigar Divan

Found a nifty little book in a nifty little book shop in nifty little Maryborough.

It opened with...

"It is within the bounds of possibility that you may take up this volume, and yet be unacquainted with its predecessor: the first series of New Arabian Nights. The loss is yours- and mine; or to be more exact, my publishers'."

And then it continued to say some very profound things, all which were highly modern in thought...

"It depends," replied the salesman, withdrawing his cheroot. "The power of money is an article of faith in which I profess myself a sceptic. A hundred pounds would definitely support you for a year; with somewhat more difficulty you may spend it in a night; and without any difficulty at all you may lose it in five minutes on the Stock Exchange. If you are that stamp of a man that rises, a penny would be as useful; if you belong to those that fall, a penny would be no more useless. When I was myself thrown unexpectedly on the world, it was my fortune to possess an art; I knew a good cigar..."

"Fall to be a working man?" echoed Mr Godall. "Suppose a rural dean to be unfrocked, does he fail to be a major? Suppose a captain were cashiered, would he fall to be a puisne judge? The ignorance of your middle class surprises me. Outside itself, it thinks the world to lie quite ignorant and equal, sunk in a common degradation; but to the eye of the observer, all ranks are seen to stand in ordered hierarchies, and each adorned with its particular aptitudes and knowledge. By the defects of your education, you are more disqualified to be a working man than to be a ruler of an empire. The gulf, sir, is below; and the true learned arts - those which alone are safe from the competition of insurgent laymen - are those which give his title to the artisan."

- The Dynamiter, Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van de Grift Stevenson

I think this Mr Godall is more than he seems.

- xx

An Inelastic Collision.

An inelastic collision is where the kinetic energy of a system isn't conserved. The energy before doesn't equal the energy after the collision due to some of the energy dissipating into different forms such as heat, sound and plastic deformation of the material.

It's been a while, aye?

There's something that's been plaguing my mind recently and no matter what I do it always seems to be at the very edge of my vision, the tip of my tongue.

I have more friends than I've ever had, I'm going well academically, I'm having reasonable success with things, everything is running stable at the moment, the gypsy woman didn't predict any impending doom to myself, or worse, financial troubles. And yet I don't know what's wrong.

It's like something is missing. A bit of my kinetic energy has been dissipated to somewhere I don't know.

I don't think I'm happy where I live any more. I think something's dissatisfying me for some reason, like something's not genuine. 

Any suggestions on finding the said "thing"? I'm open to anything. Except the lovey-dovey "getting in touch with your emotions" codswallop. That's just a no-fly zone.

It seems like a math problem to me....

And that's probably one of the reasons why I can't wait till I jet off to Perth in three weeks to the United Nations National Youth Summit. Should be rad.

But seriously, hit me up with your suggestions, this thing is really bugging me.

- xx

Image courtesy of ~ignasigju

One Night To Be Confused

Today I really wanted to tell someone how I felt.

But the thing that stopped me was the fear of being laughed at, an awkward moment or thought of as weird and rejected.

This got me thinking (in one of my many free periods) of why we don't make certain decisions.

And the main reason that jumped out at me was fear. We're afraid of what reaction we'll get, of what fate holds for us after we've chosen a certain path, of the consequences and the 'snowball' effect of things to come.

We have this image in our minds that the worst possible option will occur and that the risk is too great to sacrifice a little of our dignity, esteem or image.

What age is this that we're cautious about acting naturally? About expressing exactly what comes to mind, when it comes to mind? About love or hate or joy or sorrow?

It's the age of the conscious.

I have a friend who made a decision recently and I have never seen her so happy, so glowing and full of life.

So I say, take the courage to do and say what you want. There is where you'll find true happiness.

I should have done philosophy..

- xx

Take Courage For What You Do Not See

Because nothing's gonna hold you back

State the fact of what is in your heart

Take courage for what you do not see

And hope to be what everyone else is not.

These days I've been so depressing haven't I? I think a long-over-due apology is in order. And now with such an introduction, here it is;

I'm sorry.

No glitz or glamour, or fancy words that sound even slightly sarcastic. 

- xx