The Lack of a Human Moment

Why are we so afraid of human contact? Why is it we can not longer connect?

People seem afraid of real interaction, and conversation….

This really makes me sad… Everyday I get IMs or e-mails and all they say is, “Hey wanna chat?” No one would walk up to a stranger and really say this…

I always reply the same way, “About what?”

It seems like a logical question. Most of the time they say it is up to me. Well I was not the one to approach them. Why should I choose the topic? We would not expect this of a stranger in real life.

On myspace I always tell people to read my profile… I actually have a pretty detailed one. I actually took he time to fill everything out just to see how many people really read it. So when they say, “What are you into?” I easily reply with, “Well it is all in the profile, what else do you want to know?”

This is where they get really annoyed… the say something like: “I guess you do not want to talk.”

The thing is I love to talk to strangers… but I want to have a conversation… I feel with the bases squared away in my profile that should be like a warm lead into a conversation with me. If ya see something you like bring it up… We can talk about that, and expand from there next thing you know OMG we had a real conversation with give and take….

How hard was that… do not just say, “I like to party.” and expect me to carry it from there. The benefit of the internet is we can “meet” people from all over the world…

We can share ideas, learn form others and broaden our horizons… but people make it even more impersonal than it already is…

In my comments telling people to read my profile and such like that, I am not trying to be offensive… I just want you to have a basic idea of an idea for a conversation before contacting me for the first time ever….

Can’t we connect? Can’t we have real moments? Must we keep it to pleasantries?

Do you need salt, pepper, or ketchup? Debit or credit? Cream and sugar?

That’s it? Really? How about how are you doing today? (and really mean it)

Sigh… I ask to much I guess…

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Faomy

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Something more from my book/ American Idiolect

I just wrote this yesterday…. comments not only welcomed but needed

id·i·o·lect (ĭd’ē-ə-lěkt’)
n. The speech of an individual, considered as a linguistic pattern unique among speakers of his or her language or dialect.

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American Idiolect Dialect

“Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.” I hear this crap all the time. Why do we say this? Really who plays horseshoes any more? In a generation or two no one will even know what that means. I do not think I have even ever played it, but I am at least aware of what it is.

“That works like a charm.” I can see how this statement came about at least but why do we still use it? We as an intelligent people know charms and spells do not work. If they do anything for us it is purely placebo effect. It is because we believe in something that it may work. Long ago when it was a time of less technology and medical knowledge I could see how one could believe in charms so when it worked they could say, “Worked like a charm.” Now it should have the meaning changed, because we know that they do not really work.

Another one that makes me crazy is, “More fun than a barrel of monkeys.” How fun is a barrel of monkeys really? If you think about it a barrel of monkeys is kind of scary. I mean wouldn’t they be all mad and stuff? I know if I was a monkey and I was trapped in a barrel with other monkeys with a monkey foot in my face and a monkey knee in my back I would be mad. That is one barrel that should never get opened! Who wants that?

Okay, okay I know that is not what this statement means, they are referring to the little red or blue plastic toy that every kid has at one point. You know what I mean right? It is in the toy box next to the Mr. Potato Head. All the little pieces have fallen to the bottom of the toy box though so you never really played with it. But it was never all that much fun anyway so you do not worry about it. So I guess that just about anything is more fun that a barrel of monkeys. So there is no point n saying it. You may as well say, this is not that fun really.

“Well aren’t you as cute as a button?” What the fuck does that mean? Really have you seen cute buttons? Okay perhaps there is some out there. I know I have never seen one and I also know I do not want to be compared to one. Who came up with that? That is one of those that have been around since before our grandfathers. I can not imagine any one who would have liked to be called as cute as a button. If they do it is only because they really, really like the person who said it.

Do not even get me started on urban speak. Now before you call me a racist I realize that this is not a race thing. People of all races destroy the language trying to sound cooler than they are. What they do not seem to realize is they only make themselves sound dumber. They only impress the people of equal level, and will never be able to rise above where they are. No one can take you serous when you speak like this. Have you ever seen this stuff spelled out? I have studied language and even a little cryptology, but must have missed the day in school that they taught this. I can not decipher it. I was once told I would catch on. I replied saying I have too much respect for my language to even try to catch on.

Why do we keep saying this crap? You know as soon as it is said just how dumb it sounds, but you can not stop yourself. Things like this really do dumb down the people who say it, and the people around them. We have campaigns for save the whales, save the rain forest, save the baby seals. Can we have a Save the Brain Campaign? Rather than a war on drugs, let us have a War on Stupid Slogans! Rise up and throw off the shackles of overused sayings with dumb meanings!

Stop making funny bones jokes, they are not that funny! Put an end to your barrel of monkeys; cast aside your useless charms! Let us find some respect for our American Dialect! People’s idiolect has ruined our dialect.

more from my book Love in the Moment

Naomi’s rant: Love on the Moment

Every little girl is taught that true love is out there. They will meet their own prince charming, and be whisked away from their horrid life to find something better. He will be hansom, and rich, and do what ever you want him to do. Then the little girl grows up. She wonders, “Who is my prince charming?” Many find a guy and think, “Well he is ok I will stay with him till something better comes along.” Then some realize the worst. There is no prince out there. Love at first sight is a dream. Some people even start to doubt there is such a thing as love. They become bitter, and hateful.

Love is real but it is not tangible. You can not hold it, you can not keep it. You can only give it. Love is fleeting, love is not lasting and it does not form a permanent bond. Love is in a moment. In a single moment you can love something so deeply that it is truly your whole world. Then the next morning when you wake, it is no longer there. Most people will try to continue to fake the love, because they do not want to hurt the other person. They do care for said person, just not in love anymore. So they go on, sometimes for years saying the three words until they lose all meaning and the moments are gone. Yet they keep going through the motions. Then they start to hate the person for killing that in them. This is the real end of most people’s marriages.

I try to say, “In this moment, I love you.” They do not get that once the moment is over, the feeling has passed.  In that single moment though, I do love them. I love them with all that I am, and I do not care if they return that or not.

Love can be a touch, a kiss, and embrace. It could be sex; it could be just a single moment of perfection. Any yes, love at first sight can be real when sharing a real human connection. Love was never meant to be forever. There is nothing that is forever. All things are easily taken away, or even thrown away. When choosing a mate, look for kindness, gentleness, a real connection, and the ability to share real human moments. Never chose only for love. In the end if there is only love, then there is nothing. All someone can ask is for a little kindness because there is so little of that in this world.

Love is a four letter word. This is all, nothing more. A true moment of love, there is no word for. It just is. In that moment love is like wind, flowing, moving, and unobtainable. It can be soothing on a hot day, than it can become a storm, a whirlwind. It can tear you down, and it can build you up. It can never, ever be lasting. It is gone as fast as it can come. The beautiful thing about love is that once it is gone, it can always come back. It never leaves us forever. You will lead a happier and richer life once you realize love is in the moment, and it is just a four letter word.

MEN! I don’t get them

Ok so there is this guy that I have talked about before… No lie I’m head over heals for him…

The problem with being head over heals is when you fall and break your neck!Now I don’t know if he is leading me on and full of shit or if he is just as confused as I am. Regardless of that he makes me fucking crazy!

We spend Two great nights together and the entirety of yesterday together. He is sweet charming and well rather cuddly… Ok no complaints here. Hell i was digging it and well i was being ubber sick cute and snuggly myself. He says the nicest things to me over the time I am there. Even a few days before he is being that way over text. So much so that i really did not sleep with either of the pretty guys from the church.

I  can never tell if the things he says ate meant or just drunken utterance. He is so often drunk that one just can not tell… More than once he has said something about me moving in. I would not want that, i think it would make us both crazy, but at the same time I can not tell if he meant it when he asked… He tells me he likes me, He tells me he wishes that he could keep me…. We have both admitted we have thought about a relationship. we can see pros and cons. To be honest i don’t know if thats is what i want with him…

Then after several days of making me fall even harder for him, and even deciding I don’t want any other man in my life he becomes an asshole… Be holds me tells me how sexy i am how much he likes me, then into the shower he goes, and comes out an ass. Complains that I send him to many texts, when i remind him he sends just as many he shrugs. He seemed offended when I called him an asshole (which he really is, he is just nice to a few of the people in his life. He is for the most part not an asshole to me). The whole way taking me home i wanted hit him…

He sends me so many mixed signals that I think i need a break from him… i just don’t know if i can. I do really like him, the sweat things are more than the asshole things. I guess in the end i just want to enjoy the good moments….

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

He complains about how much i text and has started texting me right now!!!!