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The Golden Rule

The beach is hungry, and does not discriminate between litter and your sunglasses.

 

I grew up in a seaside-beach-surfer community. Almost Everyone knows not to bring valuables to the beach. It’s the result of hearing too many horror stories of lost wedding rings, keys, phones, brand name sunglasses, beloved sandals, and more.

Still, I’ve lost things in the past and wish I knew where they were now. For example: I would be so happy if someone returned the bracelet my brother gave me when he returned from Greece. I wore it everyday. It was a silver cuff bracelet with a woven design and fit my style perfectly. One day, I didn’t close the cuff tightly enough around my wrist and it slipped off while I was running to class. I soon realized it was gone, but it was too late. Another student must have picked it up. I retraced my steps, looked all over campus, asked my teachers, checked the Lost and Found several times for days. I was devastated. It was one of the nicest presents I ever received from him.

Now, I always try my best to find the owner of lost items. Or at least make it easier for the owner to find by leaving it at a Lost & Found, or with a local authority figure. How could you keep something, knowing someone is missing it?

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No, Thank You

My name into an adjective? No, thank you.

I deliberated for some time on whether or not to use my name on this blog. In fact, I still am. The purpose of this blog was to practice writing for writing’s sake, so of course the material here is subpar. In fact, I’ve fallen behind on the task completely this last week. I’m not sure if I want this to be associated with my name. It’s a giant leap of doubt.

I’d rather my name be just that: my name. Something to call me, to identify me. To assume responsibility of whatever meaning OTHER people attach to it, regardless of my permission, does not appeal to me.

How to Have a Conversation

Today’s prompt is a timely reminder of how fear hinders honest dialogue. It’s telling that only through tragic events can the #YesAllWomen hashtag remove such fears for some women. They feel liberated. Others feel justified. The many “I was so afraid to share” and “Everyone said I was crazy and told me to shut up”  tweets attest to the silence of fear. Millions around the world could not be wrong. Or could they?

These are dark moments, kept secret because society said they are wrong. “Whatever you have to say is not the truth and you are blowing it out of proportion.” The purpose of these tweets is not to celebrate feminism, take down ‘the man’ or whatever. They are bravely sharing their stories in hopes that someone will actually listen. These tweets are calls into an empty home, hoping for a thoughtful reply. They are trying to open up an honest dialogue.

I always taught my students that a conversation is not only talking. You have to also listen. A proper conversation is an exchange of ideas. Giving and taking. Internalizing someone’s thoughts, understanding them through empathy. Only then can you reply meaningfully in order to offer your own thoughts in return.

Some understand this fundamental idea. Others don’t. This is the source of the war raging within the #YesAllWomen hashtag. The trolls refuse to listen, to internalize, to empathize. They hear, then focus on how offended they feel. They empathize with themselves first. Sounds illogical, right? That’s because it doesn’t even fit the definition of empathy!

So this is me, breaking the silence by paying it forward and sharing stories that are only asking you to listen.

http://suzie81speaks.com/2014/05/25/no-means-no/
http://gryffindorky.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/how-your-voice-matters/
http://bohemianstargypsy.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/muted-daily-prompt/

And so many more.

Vividly Vague

I do not have vivid memories. Mornings melt away meaninglessly. Meals are stale marshmallow mush, rolling in my mouth until I swallow dry. The sun is only a light that neither burns nor comforts.

Good moments seep away, never the same.
Photos are second-hand freeze frames
that can’t capture what I actually felt.

But then again
The wind and rain and snow become mild inconveniences.
Anger dissipates into annoyance.
Tears were never shed.

Bad moments become lighter
and vagueness becomes a blessing.
Or maybe because I choose to make them so.

 

Caught in the Web of Social Networking

No one can deny the cultural phenomenon and power of social networking sites like Twitter, Linked In, YouTube, Google+, and Pinterest. There are so many more, but this is a small list of sites I’ve created accounts for recently. And I dislike networking, online or in person.

For the longest time, I only used Facebook to keep in touch with friends while shunning all others. I regret doing that. Now, I’m playing catch-up to other job seekers who have the “Google resume” down to an art. In my research, I’ve read many times over that a positive online presence is a deciding factor for some employers (considering how easy it is to Google someone’s name). I’m still sending out resumes to job postings, but now I’m also trying to make connections and put myself out there.

This whole venture has been out of my comfort zone. Making friends was so much simpler when I was younger. Why has it become more convoluted when, as adults, we should have this skill set figured out? I like to make real connections to people. I don’t want to think, “What’s in this for me?” or “What are they really after?” or worse: “Will this come back to bite me later?” Yet, real connections are a part of networking. A simple “Like” leads to a conversation and becomes more personable. It’s a strange paradox.

I dislike the idea of networking,
luring flies to my web
trapping myself in the web of others.

But I am open to chance meetings
random connections with shared passions
that could be something more.

Is she done yet?

I guess she has these… PROMPT things she wants to write, but I’d like to use the computer too. Sharing a laptop for the week is a pain. Not much choice when we’re travelling. I can web browse on the iPhone, but all of my programming work is on the laptop.

I’ll just pace in front of her while reading my library book. She’ll get the idea. Especially if I bump into something.

どこでもドア (Dokodemo Doa, or “Anywhere Door”)

I knew my answer immediately. One glance at the options was more than enough.

Time machines are messy headaches. Timey-whimey woobly-hobbly… Ok, obviously I’m not a big Doctor Who fan but case-in-point: Time is too complex. I would end up killing my past or future self anyway.

The “invisibility helmet” sounds suspicious to me. Does it make only your head invisible? What if it doesn’t fit my head? Does it have adverse side effects, like being invisible forever? I don’t want to be dodging people, automobiles, and bullets forever. I’ll pass on this one.

But I do love to travel. So I’ll take the Anywhere Door. Yes.

Shut up and take my money!

NOW

Putting that aside…

The Anywhere Door makes me instantly think of Doraemon. I know the show is localized and broadcast in many countries, but how popular is it? Other Daily Posters understood the idea readily (it is pretty self-explanatory), and a few even made references to the Japanese cartoon. Did many of you watch the show as kids, or did you do Google search? None of the above? If I’m honest, I never heard of the show until I took Japanese classes in university.

Another quick Google of “invisibility helmet” yields the much lamer-sounding Cap of Invisibility. It is also called the Helm of Darkness, which sounds so much cooler. Why doesn’t Wikipedia use that instead? The Greek Mythology Wikia has the right idea.

Anyway, this cap was passed around the Greek gods to do devious backstabbing and escapes. I saw this statue of Perseus from the Wiki page during my recent travels. It’s on public display at the Loggia dei Lanzi in Florence.

Florence statue of Perseus slaying Medusa

Nice use of the cap, Perseus

I wonder if the prompt writer, atana’s world, knew about these?