New year’s resolutions are often mocked for how ridiculous they are….after all they are the result of arbitrarily linking the end of the year, and the start of a new one, to the thought that you will suddenly metamorphose into a bigger and better you with close to 0 effort. You’re not a Pokémon, and as a result such a thought process is doomed from the get-go. The sad reality is that real change comes from…real…change, and that’s that:
‘Everyday feel like the one before. Hunt the money, don’t hunt the hoe…if you do what you always done then you get what you always got, you dumb buffoons!’ – Gunplay (Gangsta’ Rapper, and gardening equipment enthusiast)
Well said Gunplay, and that’s exactly it – as hacky as it is to joke about, resolutions are going to remain as fickle dreamy ideas if we don’t institute real changes in our lives. Which is exactly why I made the leap last weekend of buying 4-ply toilet paper as opposed to 1-ply…I just thought; “John – you can do this…you deserve this. You owe this to yourself – pick it up.” And I went for it, I pushed through the pain barrier, and intend to keep it up for the rest of the year.
Not inspired by that? Okay…hard to please, jheez…what about this instead: last night I visited a Buddhist centre to attend a meditation class. You see to speak seriously-ish for a second I hate the idea of just plodding through life, with horse-blinkers on; simply living out your allotted days until you expire, never really experiencing things, or for that matter enjoying what you actually have in the first place. Groundhog Day, Groundhog Day, Grounhog Day – DEATH. Yeah, no thanks.
So I wanted to try new things…at first I thought of horse riding! I would be like Aragon stomping around the place – striding across the open plains of…Sunderland. I even Googled local stables in my area, and there was one close to my work which came well recommended. Ideal! I would finish work and then go play with-ah-shit…you have to be under 12 stone. Back to the drawing board you HUGE FAT GIMLI LOOKIN’ CRETIN!
Ahem…so the next idea was meditation – and as there is no weight limit rule for sitting on a cushion on the floor, I figured it was ideal for me. Regular readers of my articles will probably protest this, but I am a little bit of a hypochondriac. No, no…come on. I get stressed out easily and then exaggerate about the severity of my situation, I can’t sit still, I tell people about my toilet paper habits. I mean objectively speaking I am strange sort of guy! So anything which could help de-stress me would likely mark a positive step in the right direction.
I went along with my sister, my friend, and his girlfriend – who at the last second decided it wasn’t for her. She didn’t want to talk to people, didn’t want to do the meet and greet, didn’t want to have to introdu – “WAIT…WHAT?!” I hadn’t even thought there would be any sort of social element – I don’t want to be in there doing trust exercises with my genitals alongside total strangers (or whatever the hell they get up to in there). She was going to go off to a cafe instead, de-stress with a book and a good cup of coffee. What the hell was I doing? Why wasn’t I doing that? I don’t even like the smell of incense this incen-
I went anyway. You know I used to think that sitting was the best thing in the world, aside from maybe lying down…but let me say this, it was one of the most uncomfortable sitting sessions I may have ever experienced. It actually makes me wonder whether meditation classes are just a bunch of people packed into a room pretending they don’t have pins and needles the whole time: “Think of a looooved onee-send your love to them” YOWWW MY BIG TOE IS RINGING – “feel the energy of the universe pulse through your body” – ARGH IT’S TWITCHING AND TWITCHING – “let your body float into a state of pure posiiitivityyy ” – RIGHT THAT’S IT – LOST ALL FEELING – WILL NEVER WALK AGAIN.
I have been back a couple of times though, actually I think I am going again tonight – so somehow the feeling that I would never ever get to walk again wasn’t enough to put me off. There must be, after all, some good to it, ey? So what if whenever I close my eyes and try to think of waterfalls instead it’s just flashes of painful childhood memories, peppered with looming doubts about the future – that’s great, that’s normal, that’s…I like that, it’s great…it’s…
…off to cry now (whilst standing up), tah tah!
Love you all, old and new -and I truly hope you have an absolutely magic 201, are any of you try anything different this year? Going to try and get more articles out for you whenever possible. Shout out to Meagan for giving me a nudge!
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Ha! Well said. Nothing more distressing then trying to relax in some meditation.
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It seems like a strange statement – but it really is! Although I went last night, and was a little more “in the zone”…so there’s something! Maybe Buddha likes me now?
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I’m supposed to be channeling the universe? Letting my body float? I think I’m doing meditating wrong. I built myself a cave in my mind where no one is allowed to visit. Not even The Viking. Except for the cook & maid. What good is a cave in your mind if you have to clean it and cook your own meals? Screw it! I’m not abandoning my cave just to float around and I don’t want to channel the universe because it probably has different taste in décor than I do.
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hahahaha your mind is a beautiful place, that I can tell for sure with this comment! 😀
(All the more reason to keep it to yourself haha – people will track mud inside)
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Well, you’re the guy that attended an actual class on meditating and if you think I’m doing it right, then that’s enough for me. Phew! I wasn’t looking forward to company that may or may not move my shit around. Or worse, bring friends and have a party!
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4-ply roll recommendations?
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Velvet my friend, never look back…enjoy life.
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I’ll be a better man for it. Cheers
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My one and only time at yoga was the opposite of relaxation because I got an earworm and Queen’s ‘Don’t stop me now’ was running through my head at high speed 😦
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hahaha oh dear – enough to put anyone of their focus! Were you having such a good time though?
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I was having a ball 😄
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4 ply toilet paper is a thing?
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Hahahah I try meditating at home, but often end up dozing off, hitting the sides of the sofa 🙈 my first time here … enjoying reading your post 😁
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haha! Well I am glad I’m not the only one in that case…perhaps we will get better with practice!
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