Monthly Archives: May 2017

Qualm – the Opposite of Calm, Who Knew?! OH Kwam, I See.


via Daily Prompt: Qualm

Yeah, I had to look it up first as defined by Oxford:

An uneasy feeling of doubt, worry, or fear, especially about one’s own conduct; a misgiving.

‘military regimes generally have no qualms about controlling the press’ “
And then I was all like “oh kwams – I probably knew how to spell that at some point and completely forgot, lol. So I had no qualms about continuing to write about it as I now knew what the word was. English is a really weird language. I feel sorry for anyone trying to learn it, although have you seen Japanese?! Picture letters, although I guess with so few people actually ‘writing’ these days, everything’s a lot easier with keyboards, voice intuitive programs, translation programs, etc. I mean realistically you could have an entire conversation with someone whose language you don’t speak through these mechanisms and still communicate fairly well. Although, I don’t know if you’ve used Google translate or whatever, but some of the faux pas can be quite hysterical and totally inappropriate, so I’d have qualms about just leaving it up to a program without any comprehension of what it was actually saying. You can never fully decipher context properly, and a lot of times I’ve been frustrated because I can’t remember the colloquial phrase and it just gives me a stupid literal translation which, thanks program I could have used a dictionary if I wanted that, does not always serve you well.
I have qualms about being honest on social media lately, someone righteously pointed out to me that Facebook (Crackbook) is not a place for opinions and they were so right and I never even thought about it before then and when I did, I realized that it all boiled down to my being lazy, using a social media platform when in fact, I should stop looking at memes and cute dogs and kittens so much and actual get on a site that might educate and inform me a bit and get back to reading stuff that, you know, took more than 30 seconds. Oh my gawd, how my attention span has dwindled! I found this when I wrote an entry here the other day. I was all, hey that was a pretty good entry and I looked back and it was like three paragraphs, it kind of made me sad.
So now I’m trying to change some recently developed habits, which shouldn’t be too hard as they are ‘recent’. I’ve started going back to the gym again, that’s something, now if only I could start reading again more extensively. I reluctantly have to admit that I will have to limit myself from Crackbook from now on. I swear it is stunting my mental capacity and it certainly is lessening my attention span. So that’s my small blather for today. Be well, and be nice to yourself and don’t have any qualms about changing for the good because most of the time, change is good!

Temporary is a state of being


via Daily Prompt: Temporary

Temporary is a great thing because it means this too shall pass. Temporary can be unsettling because it may not last. Temporary is fluid and constantly in a state of flux. Temporary is a good description of your situation as you move from here to there but aren’t quite where you want to be yet.

Right now I am temporarily in limbo and trying to move through it as gracefully as possible – which, unfortunately, because it is a state of the heart will take some time. I’m okay with that.

I’m not okay with the state of my body and hoping that is definitely going to be a temporary thing. I have told people, I have written it down and now I’m putting it in print – I am joining the YMCA today. Hopefully that will light a fire under my ever widening behind. I miss the gym, I miss the rush, I miss that fix that is like nothing else.

It’s so silly too because I know doing that will make me feel better and get me out of this temporary state of depression that much faster, but I get home at the end of the day and I’m all “ughhh life is so hard, poor me, I’ll take care of the dogs and eat chocolate and other crappy food that’s not good for me, watch t.v., crackbook and sulk”, so you can see how easily I got here.

I have been a gym rat several times in my life and I’ve always enjoyed it. But I’ve always had a hard time getting myself to start again, every time it seems to get harder. What is it about humans that prevents us from doing exactly what we need, what is the best thing for us and what we know will make us feel better? Why are we so self-defeating and destructive?

Every day I see things about the human condition that make me sad and bring tears to my eyes. I worry for the state of this world and the utter chaos we seem to be living in with so many different cultures and beliefs encroaching on each other. I do not think any good can come from this. I think our current blissful state is very much temporary at this point and it’s all going to come crashing down at an alarming rate in the not too distant future. I don’t think we’ll have the luxury of WordPress, I think we’ll be running for our lives.

Luckily my stay here is only temporary.