for example - add a blogoversary button
(customise, add 3rd party java text)
even I managed this one!
Sunday 9 March 2008
today's mission:
today's mission is to make your blog look more decorative by adding links/ pictures / counters / bookmarks.
for example - add a blogoversary button
(customise, add 3rd party java text)
even I managed this one!
for example - add a blogoversary button
(customise, add 3rd party java text)
even I managed this one!
Saturday 8 March 2008
It takes too long
Everything takes too long. Even trying to get a suitable new username / member id/ blogspot url address thingy - "id not available" comes back the answer. Ever happen to you? You know why of course, don't you? - it's because we're not original enough or unique enough. I believe we all strive for that in some way at some point in our lives or another, if we are a certain "profile type" or "mind type" or "character type". All of which are disgusting labels to us because we wouldn't DREAM of labelling ourselves a certain type. We are unique and that's the point! We go in a category of our own. We're creative, we're different, we stand out from the crowd. But not like all the other "freaks" or "attention seekers" we're different. We are us. So... er... doesn't that make us all the same?! I'm confused. Or I must have been at some point.
I remember growing up and having non-uniform day at school. We could go to school in our "own" clothes. Your own clothes were like your identity. You know you'd get your generic Football fans, your basic BRAND NAME t-shirt wearers, your most popular BRAND NAME jeans lovers, and then there's you. You dress like a hippy, you are a hippy. You dress like a loser, you are a loser. You dress cool, you are cool. Etc.
And so the labels go. You leave school, go to college, uni, work etc. But you don't want the labels, so you have to change your style, mix it up, change your hair colour. Your clothes. Go goth. Go spiritual. No-one can ever quite figure you out.
Why is this? I don't pretend to know much about psychology, so I can only offer my suggestions. I think its partly a love for the element of surprise giving - as a way to say "look this is what you expected me to look like, and this is what I do look like. Today. but not every day. Tomorrow is a new day. " Well it's hard work trying to come up with a new outfit / design / hairstyle every week. But I think it's also the fear that other people might think you boring. Like you think the other people who don't change their styles very often are boring. So you over-compensate and think "time for a change!". It's to do with ringing those bells loud and clear so everyone knows who you are, so look out!
Nowadays, it seems to me to perhaps be a self-esteem thing. If you've always got an adoring crowd stroking your ego, or getting some form of attention positive or negative, that is what makes you feel a SOMEBODY rather than a NOBODY. Your fan base. People who love you (or you mistake it for love just because they noticed you)
As my old age approaches me, I ponder now at some of the changes in my own attitudes and ways of thinking that I have adopted. Having a spouse and child to look after plays a huge role in this attitude change. No wonder people say "he wasn't the man I married" or "she's changed". Of course people change. We grow older, we learn lessons. We mature. We are shocked when the things we vowed we would never say to OUR kids that our parents said to us are now leaping off our tongues and NOW WE KNOW WHY!! Hard to comprehend. How can we explain WHAT WE KNOW NOW to our offspring? Why will they not believe us? Well why didn't we believe our parents? It's cos they were "old fashioned", "didn't know anything about today's day", "were stuck in the past", "weren't cool", and so on. How many parents say "look, I learned the hard way, so you don't have to?" or how many wish they could say that but were too embarrassed because it they revealed too much of their past, it would be like a green light for their son or daughter to do it, "cos Mom/Dad did it when she/he was my age" etc. and have it thrown back in your face.
It's funny really what happens as you get older. You live. You learn. Mostly the hard way, but you learn eventually.
Well I'm trying to overcome perfectionism so I'm not going to worry really about whether this makes sense or not. No-one knows who I am. This Blog is just a place for me to write down what is in my head and instead of burying it away in a diary where I would never find the time or patience to scribble in everyday anyway, and then leaving it lost and hidden until I'm long gone and someone finds it way into the future and reads about the "mystical and secret" thoughts of a person who lived in the late 21st century and it is published in the papers and sent to a museum as rare evidence (come on, look me in the eye and tell me that wasn't your fantasy too!).
Well there you have it then - I think I will leave it there. By the way when I mentioned Old age earlier I am not yet Old Old (after all what is old age anyway) so maybe I am "Wise beyond my years". Either that OR maybe I have lost my cool image.
Time for bed.
I remember growing up and having non-uniform day at school. We could go to school in our "own" clothes. Your own clothes were like your identity. You know you'd get your generic Football fans, your basic BRAND NAME t-shirt wearers, your most popular BRAND NAME jeans lovers, and then there's you. You dress like a hippy, you are a hippy. You dress like a loser, you are a loser. You dress cool, you are cool. Etc.
And so the labels go. You leave school, go to college, uni, work etc. But you don't want the labels, so you have to change your style, mix it up, change your hair colour. Your clothes. Go goth. Go spiritual. No-one can ever quite figure you out.
Why is this? I don't pretend to know much about psychology, so I can only offer my suggestions. I think its partly a love for the element of surprise giving - as a way to say "look this is what you expected me to look like, and this is what I do look like. Today. but not every day. Tomorrow is a new day. " Well it's hard work trying to come up with a new outfit / design / hairstyle every week. But I think it's also the fear that other people might think you boring. Like you think the other people who don't change their styles very often are boring. So you over-compensate and think "time for a change!". It's to do with ringing those bells loud and clear so everyone knows who you are, so look out!
Nowadays, it seems to me to perhaps be a self-esteem thing. If you've always got an adoring crowd stroking your ego, or getting some form of attention positive or negative, that is what makes you feel a SOMEBODY rather than a NOBODY. Your fan base. People who love you (or you mistake it for love just because they noticed you)
As my old age approaches me, I ponder now at some of the changes in my own attitudes and ways of thinking that I have adopted. Having a spouse and child to look after plays a huge role in this attitude change. No wonder people say "he wasn't the man I married" or "she's changed". Of course people change. We grow older, we learn lessons. We mature. We are shocked when the things we vowed we would never say to OUR kids that our parents said to us are now leaping off our tongues and NOW WE KNOW WHY!! Hard to comprehend. How can we explain WHAT WE KNOW NOW to our offspring? Why will they not believe us? Well why didn't we believe our parents? It's cos they were "old fashioned", "didn't know anything about today's day", "were stuck in the past", "weren't cool", and so on. How many parents say "look, I learned the hard way, so you don't have to?" or how many wish they could say that but were too embarrassed because it they revealed too much of their past, it would be like a green light for their son or daughter to do it, "cos Mom/Dad did it when she/he was my age" etc. and have it thrown back in your face.
It's funny really what happens as you get older. You live. You learn. Mostly the hard way, but you learn eventually.
Well I'm trying to overcome perfectionism so I'm not going to worry really about whether this makes sense or not. No-one knows who I am. This Blog is just a place for me to write down what is in my head and instead of burying it away in a diary where I would never find the time or patience to scribble in everyday anyway, and then leaving it lost and hidden until I'm long gone and someone finds it way into the future and reads about the "mystical and secret" thoughts of a person who lived in the late 21st century and it is published in the papers and sent to a museum as rare evidence (come on, look me in the eye and tell me that wasn't your fantasy too!).
Well there you have it then - I think I will leave it there. By the way when I mentioned Old age earlier I am not yet Old Old (after all what is old age anyway) so maybe I am "Wise beyond my years". Either that OR maybe I have lost my cool image.
Time for bed.
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