Showing posts with label reflecting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflecting. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 March 2014

A Quote From Hunter S. Thompson

“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalised reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

What A Headache

It's my day off that has lead to this spontaneous post. Right now, I am faced with an excruciating headache - I probably couldn't call it a migraine - and the choice between taking medicine and not taking medicine.

For myself, I don't entertain the idea of medicine. I find it difficult to place something unnatural into my body to 'fix' a (sometimes) natural occurrence (in this case, a simple headache).

I've been prescribed my fair share of medicine in the past. Many I care not to mention.
At a younger age, I am aware I have ingested medicine and it did resolved whatever health issue I had. However, the past few years I've been offered various medicines to either aid or cure my 'problems' (I place that word in quotation marks because I often find problems are to do with perspective and opinions). In short, I did try the offered medicine and although many family and friends said they saw a difference, however I didn't feel one. I've learnt to acknowledge how I feel during the time I take medicine and how I look/appear when taking it - two very different things to be aware of.

Granted I accept there are many illnesses and diseases that do depend heavily on medicine, and that's fine! I am also aware that each person is completely free to obtain their own opinions about said topic without being wrongly judged.

In conclusion, I won't being taking medicine for this headache. A walk and plenty of water always sorts me out, and leaves me feeling a lot better than any chemicals do.



I'd be interested to hear your own opinions and experiences with medicine. Leave a comment below!




Friday, 14 March 2014

Them

She came home later than usual that afternoon. The look on her face screamed "I was just a few marks off passing!" He guessed she'd been hiding in the library all afternoon... he was probably right, she had a habit of doing that.

"So what if you didn't pass?!" His voice sounded softer than she expected, she wandered to the bedroom without a word.

He plonked himself at the kitchen table. Frustrated and a little uneasy with her dismissal. Stillness swept the house and after ten minutes he couldn't bare it. A letter. That was the best way to get through to her.


I hope you know I don't care that you didn't pass. You're going to cry about this exam, I know you are - hell, I might too! I'll be yours at two in the morning and two in the afternoon and I'll kiss you until you smile again.
And I'll still bring you cheese on toast every Thursday afternoon. We can watch that shitty film you love, and yes I'll pretend I'm interested despite already knowing the ending.
Let's see if you're still mad after that.

He folded the note, slipped it under the bedroom door and listened attentively for the sound of the floorboards creaking.
Familiar sound heard, he popped two slices of bread in the toaster and raided the fridge for the cheese.