how did humans become their own worst enemies?

Call me weird if you like, but HOW DID HUMANS BECOME THEIR OWN WORST ENEMIES?

We live in an era where things have been made simpler, better and faster – would you not agree? With the logic behind it, you would think that this would lead to better functioning relations between human... dosn't look like thats happening.

Think about it....

Consider this:

INSTANT MEALS/EATING OUT – Nowadays, there is no need for the woman (or even the man) to spend hours in the kitchen prepairing a meal for a family. She dosnt even need to be in the kitchen at all sometimes with the wonder of the refrigerator. Good thing yes. Now she can have more time to take car of other chores. Cleaning the house... ahh wait, we have the VerimarkGenesis to help her out. So that chore time is cut by half. Now she will spend more time doing the washing... ah ahh wait, we have a washing machine for that now and so it goes with all the other time consuming things that we have o do on a daily basis... so it makes perfect sense to know use the time saved for all the other things that you say you have always wanted to do – like spend time with the kids, the partner and family... but do you?

With all this time we say we save, it worries me to think that we have also become the busiest that we have ever been in all human history. We seem to always be out there want to acquire more. We work MORE hours so that we can get paid MORE so that we can get MORE and afford MORE and hope that this will bring us MORE happy and MORE approval (from peers and family) and MORE and MORE and MORE and it just never stops...

I say we are becoming our own worst enemy cause it seems like with the quest to make life better, we have made it worse by making it more focussed on the superficial things. When was the last time you stopped to smell the flowers? Or even have lunch with a good old friend? When last did you sit and chat with your sibling? I feel like we are losing that all to important human element.

Was interesting to see an old yet interesting habit that my grandmother in the rural areas still does. When they meet on the street (cause everybody walks everywhere), they stop and take time to greet. Everyone knows everyone there. Or maybe even if passing a house and there are grown people sitting outside in their sight, they stop, greet and ask how everyone is doing.

Tell me – do you know the people that live next door to you? Do you know all their kids – by name? Would you know if the neighbour’s wife was sick or even if she had something bad happen to her?

These days, we are so busy getting more that we actually end up with nothing.

this is also not exactly doing much to help us as we may imagine (in a the less you know the less you worry kind of way). look at the up comming generations, they have no idea as how to hold, keep or even start succesful human realtions. they are rude and obnoxious. they fail to understand the concept of loyality and trust and it shows... the cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

the fellow feeling element is too very fine. these days we cant even help eachother out without wanting something in return. what about the way that, without even batting an eyelid, we can brake each other down with no regard what so ever. through gossip or violations... to this generation - our generation, it s all the same. its a shame really...

i for one am disaponted

signed
G-o-T

What a nasty habit...!!

*i hear it was actually her mother who ended up with him...*

Ever noticed how a lot of woman have this thing where they go on and o about how much they hate gossiping? but really now, show me a woman who dosnt gossip, and i will show you a perfect man!

let me start there: what is gossip?

Gossip, as defined by some really thick book next to me, means conservations about the personal details of other people’s lives, whether rumour or fact, especially when malicious. Now all of you who are guilty of this – put up your hand *hand shoots up*

Yes, I too am a doer of this terrible habit as are the lot of you (including those who didn’t put up their hands - who really have even bigger problems to worry about cause they lie too), but take a moment with me and lets think about this. I would say that we all agree that no one likes to be gossiped about right? Then why the hell do we think its ok to do It to each other?

Imagine, in worst case scenario, you had a terrible, humiliating thing happen to you... but as with all other things, you pick yourself up and work through it no matter how difficult it may be. Now imagine how bad it gets when you walk around and realise you are the victim of stares and subtle pointing (using their eyes). It gets even worse – when you walk up to them and they don't have the nerve to say anything to your face or even ask the damn questions if that’s what they want. Truth be told: gossiping is like a dieses, a cancer that spreads like wild fire esp. if you have become used to it. Its degrading and so deceitful and without realizing it, we carry on braking each other down doing it.

Until when?

Why is it that you feel you have the right to carry on and on about people’s issues?

It feels to me like it has reached a stage where we accept it using phrases such as “people will always talk”... why?

If it is a terrible as it feels when done to you then why do it to the next person?

Ok ok maybe some of you are thinking that I'm asking for the impossible and that yes, people will always talk but could we not atleast try to cut back? Sure something does spread when its new – so keep it at that – an initial news flash and thats it. There is no need for you to move it along and if you feel that it really is something that you just gotta know more about, the go on ahead and ask the main character (although I'm pretty sure you will get a ‘non of you business’ reply)

Just is sad to see that we have become our own worse enimies...



Signed
G-o-T

the thick coat of love

"how strong is your love?"

yesterday, i posted a post on the strength of woman.

there is but a more intense kind of strength that i thought deserved a whole post of its own... The Thick Coat Of Love...

i met a woman once. a married woman. who as far as  my knowledge went did all that was due of a married woman. she took care of her household. she was sumissive to her husband and took the gratest care in supprting him and ensured that his joy was something she constently saw to - whatever it may be.

this impressed me imensly well mainly becaue i am a young woman in a time and generation where something like this is looked down upon and viewd as weak by many.but well you know me, i looked deeper into this with the aim of learning more - or maybe even envy of some sort since she seemed to get some joy from this an it made her life content - knowing that she has done well by her husband as taught by her mother, grandmother and other wise women of old... i looked further and the discovery i made took my breath away (this does seem to happen quite a lot - the breath taking i mean)

how do you suppose this husband reacted to his wives unwavering committ to him?
well, he got a mistres...

see, at times, men have this unbelievable ability to not appriciate a good woman. purly my opinion.
how many stories of cheating men have you heard. in some instences, a man goes out to seek for something he thinks is missing in his life well mainly because he selfishly believes he is entitled to it. he leaves a perfect wife at home who is willing to move mountains for him and goes and looks for a bit of a thrill. when he comes back home - to his 'boring' wife - she has a warm plate of food ready for him and never demands knowing where he has been - because she trusts him.then with time, while his affair carries on, he starts to mistreat her.  he shouts at her and shoves. and what does she do... she takes it in her stride.when they do go out together, she honours him and will never say a bad word against him... yet it still dosnt click to him.

But of cause as all things go, it all comes out. His infidelities become known and the consequinces follow on... when he is down at his smallest, weighed down by his actions, ask me who is by his side helping him put it all together again --- his wife.


Not that she wasn’t hurt by his actions. Not that she dosnt have a choice to walk away and let him be – she does. She just chooses to stick by him. WHY? He is her husband and if she doesn’t stick by him, who else will?

This is an instance of the thick coat of love... see, I don't believe that love simply just disappears. It dies yes but not so easily. I have this never ending respect for woman who have a love so deep for their partners that, when allowable and reasonable, will stick by him regardless of how he messes up.

I feel that our generation is riddled with people who easily give up esp. When it comes o their marriage commitments. What happened to forever and ever till death do us part. Nowadays, your imperfect partners makes a mistake and without even trying, its out the door for you, ready and willing to move on with somebody else. Am I the only one who is confused by such situations?

Please, don't get me wrong. I fully believe in walking away when its healthy for you – but not in giving up simply beacse the gong has gotten tough. No body said that this was going to be a walk in the park and if you believe so, then maybe you shouldn’t have gone into it to begin with...

Do you own a designer Thick Coat Of Love?

Look out for further posts on this topic.



Signed

G-o-T

The streangth of woman amazes me...

while driving to work this morning, i notice the many women who go about their daily miracals.

i call them miracals because the things that women are able to accomplish on a daily basis, are breath taking.

- im thinking of the woman who, regardless what her ailing for that day is, still manages to wake up early and get things going for her family who may still be fast asleep. this woman gets everybody's lunches ready for whatever it is that they may be doing. she gets their cloths ready for the day and as they wake up, ensures that all is well while managing to put a good brackfast on the table. once the morning rush is over, she is the one left to pick up behind everybody else and tidy up the house while she herself gets ready for her daily activities. she goes into the world to work - either to comliment her husband or even put food on the table herself. inbetween, she manages to diliver forgotten lunches and documents to school and work, pick up the kids from after school activities and after a long day's work, still manages to have a hot hearty meal on top of the table and entertain her husband... all this in a day.

now, as much as i realize that all this happens on a daily basis with no second thought about it, it gets me wondering if i will ever be that kind of woman...
i have always said, if i grow up to be half the wman my mother is... that will be enough for me.

so...
what re yu miraclas...?

signed
G-o-T

what is your happy factor?

the idea to start this blog was made with the pure aim of sharing my expiriances and the lessons that come from them. 3 days ago, i sat to write a post of an issue that has plauged my world for a couple of days now yet all i manage to come up with while infront of my laptop is .... blank. where do i begin?

i have always had this idea that regardless of how hectic it goes in my personal life, there is no need to involve the world by walking around acting like the world has ended and letting everyone see my broken side. so, while i manage to leave the house every morning , to face the world, with a hot pair of high heels, made up hair and a touch of make up, it sure feels like im carring the world on my shoulders. see, in all the mags that we woman religiously read (with me being a proud slave of the cosmopolitan magazine), we are told of how what we wear has an influence on our mood. we get the encouragement to get those ubber expensive jimmy choo's and that designer handbag and the make up to help give you a netural look, yet come to think of it, does that not only enhance you problems when now, on top of every other issue, you also have major credit card debt?

i look around me and it seems like we all go throgh life in a sleepy state where we are forced to follow trends and pushed into the things that will make us happy but that dosnt work for all of us. for me, its not the car i drive, the cloths i were or even the surname i have behind my name (which has other people thinking that it means my life is made for me) but to me, what brings me joy - pure joy, is the company i keep. my friends, my family, my mother, my collegues and even my little sister (who shouldnt really know this at the moment for her head shall grow bigger) - these (and many otheres) are the people that put a smile on my face and make it all worth it. they are the ones who make the heels, the hair and even the make up to help me look natural all so worth it...

so...

be good to yourself and find your own happy factor.

signed
G-o-T

Lets start here

how many times have you over heard a group of woman going on and on about the things that really upset them? maybe even you, with your girls, have gotten together for some fun but ended up talking about what so and so did or how so and so makes you feel really angry, and, and, etc *insert more negetive feelings* ? (i know that im also so guilty)

it just all gt me wondering: why is it that as females, we tend to hold on to the things that hurt us the most?

we do!
think about it.
most of the times when women meet together, it is to compalin and moan about something that clearly hurts them and yet the conversation can carry on for hours. i have spoken to a couple of my girls and even though at times the conersation could be animated with a whole lot of laughter, but what happens when the thrill of the moment and the cosmo wears off? whoever has the issues walks around still with this thing - hate, anger.

is it possible maybe that our conversations could have a whole lot of laughter and dissing but more importantly with the encouragement to just let it go - esp. if there is nothing you can do to change the situation.

could we do that maybe?

(this will be my way to let go (writing) what will be yours?)