Time, it's something I think about often. Mainly because I know that this is all we really have to fear in life. Time, or running out of it... It's a scary thought. We're here for a good time, not a long time. I first learned of this quote from the band Trooper. It always stuck with me because I've always been an "in the moment" kind of guy. I've always wanted to be happy and have fun. No consequences. Always thought I had all the time in the world... Young, dumb, and full of c**. Time shouldn't be something you waste, and boy have I wasted a lot of it. Thinking back, I'd make a lot of changes but hey, who wouldn't right? You know, be more confident... Be more outgoing... Study more... Be happier with what I have... I'm sure anyone you ask could look back at one fork in the road and say that they should have chosen the path less taken and been more adventurous. But hey, there's lots of time for that right? Procrastination... Doing tomorrow what you could to do today... Taking the electric ride of less resistance... Just drifting by on fumes... And for what... At the end of the day you're not gaining time, you are wasting it by not being in the now. You are wasting it by don't-ing instead of doing... Well friends, as some of you are aware, time waits for no one. And if you don't carpe diem the f*** out of the remaining years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds... Then you robbing yourself of the life you should have... You're robbing yourself of who you could be... The potential to be. Time doesn't have to be something to fear, but something you should respect. Respect it by using it wisely and do something you love to do. By doing the things you love you won't have time to worry about time, and life will be more rewarding and enjoyable until the very end of our current short existence on this tiny little blue planet.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Are Sleep Walkers Considered... Zombies?
Of course they're not zombies... but they can be pretty spooky tho!!
I know... because I used to be one of these midnight strollers! Now it wasn't always get up and walk somewhere... I've done other very strange things in my sleep (get your mind out of the gutters! hehe), so here goes... I've told these stories so many times, they are like old books, pages are bent... torn... and the binding is falling apart... but they are still... really good stories!
Story #1: The Giggling Fit
We were all in bed one night, and I was sleeping soundly. Until sometime in the middle of the night Mom and Dad heard laughing coming from my room. Thinking it was nothing, just probably having a good dream, they continued to listen. I guess it started to get louder, and I was laughing hysterically, so Mom went to my room to find out what was going on, and to see if I was awake. I was there pointing at the wall, just laughing my head off. Mom started talking to me, and I didn't say anything back, I just continued to laugh and point... laugh and point. Confused as to what was happening she tried to get me to stop, but I wouldn't... So She went and got Dad to come see me, getting somewhat concerned about me (and my mental health possibly lol). Dad came in and started nudging me and shaking me trying to get me to stop, but no way. Nothing they were doing stopped me from laughing. I dunno what was on that wall, but sounds like it was pretty entertaining.. So, in one final shake, Dad shouted out my name: " NICK!!!" I stopped laughing, and just went back to sleep, didn't even budge... Pretty strange don't you think? Please continue... Yes, it does get weirder! :)
Story #2: The Sit-up Stare!
Ok, this story starts out with a joyous occasion. There were people at my house celebrating something and having a few drinks, a social gathering if you will. My Parents and their friends were over, and my aunts and uncles, etc. Me and My sister were in bed of course sleeping (or spying on people, we liked to do that from time to time lol). So the party finally ended, and my uncle Tim (yes, of course the same one from the windows incident!) stayed over all night. So in the middle of the night... nature called... and my uncle went to use the washroom. My bedroom was directly across the hall from the bathroom (like directly across!). So my uncle turns on the bathroom light. and just happened to glance in my room... and as he looked in, I sat up slowly, like something out of a horror movie, and turned my head towards him, and just stared at him for a few seconds, and then just laid back down and went back to sleep. FOR months and months he would not sleep at my house after that happened, he was so freaked out. He said if my eyes had turned red, he would have dropped dead right there and then. SO Are you creeped out yet??... if you are, please stop reading now... if you are intrigued... keep going, mwahahahahaha! :D
Story #3: The Infamous Visit to the Pynn Family Residence!
Ok, I'm not sure when this actually happened, but we were living in the apartment below my Nan's restaurant. And there was a gravel hill going down to the door (there were no stairs there yet, as we just moved in not that long before). I'm going to say I was probably around 8yrs old (post in the comments if you know exactly, I'm looking at you Mom! lol). And, oddly enough, I remember parts of what happened, but had no control over my actions. Ok Here goes...
My Dad was out having a few beers at his friends house, so Mom of course had the door left unlocked. I got up from my bed (sleepwalking), walked out the door, climbed up over the gravel embankment and walked to the edge of the road. Ok, this is where my "concious mind" kicked in for a second. I remember standing there at the road, and I remember thinking about going up to my Nans (across the road, up the lane) or going up to my buddys house (which was up the road), but for obvious reasons, I thought no one would be up.
Then my consciousness blacks out, and I'm skipping down the road in the opposite direction of my friends house (yes, skipping... not walking, not running, skipping OK!? go ahead, laugh for a second............done? ok please continue).
Then my consciousness goes again... and I'm down the road, inside the house, talking to a 180 pound German Sheppard named Rambo! (not sure of actualy weight, could have been more, but he was HUGE!!) This dog used to bark at anyone, including myself, that walked down past the house. Why he didn't eat me that night, I have no idea... who knows... he might never have been there, but this is what I can remember... so I was sitting there talking to the dog, crying, and saying something... which I have no idea what it was at the moment... possibly "Please don't eat me" hahah I don't know... then I black out again...
This part was told to me a few times. I walked into the house, saying "Hello.... Hello..." and I walked right into Mrs. Pynn's bedroom (Louise, very sweet lady, haven't seen her in a LONG time, but I bet she still remembers this story to this day!!). Can you imaging having someone walk into your bedroom, in the middle of the night? It would be a sorry person who walked into my room I tell you that much!!!!!... Anyway, she got out of bed, and realized who it was (small commnuity, everyone knew everyone, and our families were always good friends) and she started asking me how I got there, and I told her "I'm looking for my boots, I'm looking for my boots"... she looked down, and my feet were damp, and she touched my foot, and said "Honey, you don't have any boots here..." So with that, I started walking back out the door... so she put on her overcoat, and some shoes, and walked out behind me...
My consciousnes comes back in for a second here, and I remember headed back home... but thats it... She followed me up the road, and chased me right to my door... I went on in, and crawled back into bed like nothing happened. So Louise got my mother up, and told her what happened... and Mom almost hit the floor. Just imagine... anything in the world could have happened to me... I could have walked off a wharf or into a ditch, or who knows!!!... Can anyone honestly say they've done anything like this before?!?!?... if so... PLEASE tell me in the comments section... because this is some very strange behavior if you ask me... hahaha...
So, there you have it... I'm not sure if there is any moral here... only to keep your door locked, because you dno't know who might leave, or enter in their sleep!!...
Extra: I was telling mom about this blog, and she filled me in on a couple more things that happened, that I had forgotten about altogether!!!
1. My Aunt Lorraine was babysitting me one night, and she went downstairs to put some wood in the furnace. When she was down there, she heard some thing moving upstairs. My sister and I were in bed sleeping, so she was kinda freaked out. When she went up, I was sitting on the couch, just startnig blankly straight into nothing... she said "You Go TO BED!" and off I went without saying anything.
2. Apparently Mom and Dad used to switch off a breaker (the breaker box was in my bedroom) in my room. Mom said that on several occasions when she came in to do it... I would sit up in bed and stare at them, and say in a creepy voice "whaatttt are youu doinggggg?" and then just lie back down and go back to sleep, like nothing happenend. lol
Man, I was one messed up kid when I was asleep... hahaha
Thanks for Reading!!
Nicholas C. Kelley
I know... because I used to be one of these midnight strollers! Now it wasn't always get up and walk somewhere... I've done other very strange things in my sleep (get your mind out of the gutters! hehe), so here goes... I've told these stories so many times, they are like old books, pages are bent... torn... and the binding is falling apart... but they are still... really good stories!
Story #1: The Giggling Fit
We were all in bed one night, and I was sleeping soundly. Until sometime in the middle of the night Mom and Dad heard laughing coming from my room. Thinking it was nothing, just probably having a good dream, they continued to listen. I guess it started to get louder, and I was laughing hysterically, so Mom went to my room to find out what was going on, and to see if I was awake. I was there pointing at the wall, just laughing my head off. Mom started talking to me, and I didn't say anything back, I just continued to laugh and point... laugh and point. Confused as to what was happening she tried to get me to stop, but I wouldn't... So She went and got Dad to come see me, getting somewhat concerned about me (and my mental health possibly lol). Dad came in and started nudging me and shaking me trying to get me to stop, but no way. Nothing they were doing stopped me from laughing. I dunno what was on that wall, but sounds like it was pretty entertaining.. So, in one final shake, Dad shouted out my name: " NICK!!!" I stopped laughing, and just went back to sleep, didn't even budge... Pretty strange don't you think? Please continue... Yes, it does get weirder! :)
Story #2: The Sit-up Stare!
Ok, this story starts out with a joyous occasion. There were people at my house celebrating something and having a few drinks, a social gathering if you will. My Parents and their friends were over, and my aunts and uncles, etc. Me and My sister were in bed of course sleeping (or spying on people, we liked to do that from time to time lol). So the party finally ended, and my uncle Tim (yes, of course the same one from the windows incident!) stayed over all night. So in the middle of the night... nature called... and my uncle went to use the washroom. My bedroom was directly across the hall from the bathroom (like directly across!). So my uncle turns on the bathroom light. and just happened to glance in my room... and as he looked in, I sat up slowly, like something out of a horror movie, and turned my head towards him, and just stared at him for a few seconds, and then just laid back down and went back to sleep. FOR months and months he would not sleep at my house after that happened, he was so freaked out. He said if my eyes had turned red, he would have dropped dead right there and then. SO Are you creeped out yet??... if you are, please stop reading now... if you are intrigued... keep going, mwahahahahaha! :D
Story #3: The Infamous Visit to the Pynn Family Residence!
Ok, I'm not sure when this actually happened, but we were living in the apartment below my Nan's restaurant. And there was a gravel hill going down to the door (there were no stairs there yet, as we just moved in not that long before). I'm going to say I was probably around 8yrs old (post in the comments if you know exactly, I'm looking at you Mom! lol). And, oddly enough, I remember parts of what happened, but had no control over my actions. Ok Here goes...
My Dad was out having a few beers at his friends house, so Mom of course had the door left unlocked. I got up from my bed (sleepwalking), walked out the door, climbed up over the gravel embankment and walked to the edge of the road. Ok, this is where my "concious mind" kicked in for a second. I remember standing there at the road, and I remember thinking about going up to my Nans (across the road, up the lane) or going up to my buddys house (which was up the road), but for obvious reasons, I thought no one would be up.
Then my consciousness blacks out, and I'm skipping down the road in the opposite direction of my friends house (yes, skipping... not walking, not running, skipping OK!? go ahead, laugh for a second............done? ok please continue).
Then my consciousness goes again... and I'm down the road, inside the house, talking to a 180 pound German Sheppard named Rambo! (not sure of actualy weight, could have been more, but he was HUGE!!) This dog used to bark at anyone, including myself, that walked down past the house. Why he didn't eat me that night, I have no idea... who knows... he might never have been there, but this is what I can remember... so I was sitting there talking to the dog, crying, and saying something... which I have no idea what it was at the moment... possibly "Please don't eat me" hahah I don't know... then I black out again...
This part was told to me a few times. I walked into the house, saying "Hello.... Hello..." and I walked right into Mrs. Pynn's bedroom (Louise, very sweet lady, haven't seen her in a LONG time, but I bet she still remembers this story to this day!!). Can you imaging having someone walk into your bedroom, in the middle of the night? It would be a sorry person who walked into my room I tell you that much!!!!!... Anyway, she got out of bed, and realized who it was (small commnuity, everyone knew everyone, and our families were always good friends) and she started asking me how I got there, and I told her "I'm looking for my boots, I'm looking for my boots"... she looked down, and my feet were damp, and she touched my foot, and said "Honey, you don't have any boots here..." So with that, I started walking back out the door... so she put on her overcoat, and some shoes, and walked out behind me...
My consciousnes comes back in for a second here, and I remember headed back home... but thats it... She followed me up the road, and chased me right to my door... I went on in, and crawled back into bed like nothing happened. So Louise got my mother up, and told her what happened... and Mom almost hit the floor. Just imagine... anything in the world could have happened to me... I could have walked off a wharf or into a ditch, or who knows!!!... Can anyone honestly say they've done anything like this before?!?!?... if so... PLEASE tell me in the comments section... because this is some very strange behavior if you ask me... hahaha...
So, there you have it... I'm not sure if there is any moral here... only to keep your door locked, because you dno't know who might leave, or enter in their sleep!!...
Extra: I was telling mom about this blog, and she filled me in on a couple more things that happened, that I had forgotten about altogether!!!
1. My Aunt Lorraine was babysitting me one night, and she went downstairs to put some wood in the furnace. When she was down there, she heard some thing moving upstairs. My sister and I were in bed sleeping, so she was kinda freaked out. When she went up, I was sitting on the couch, just startnig blankly straight into nothing... she said "You Go TO BED!" and off I went without saying anything.
2. Apparently Mom and Dad used to switch off a breaker (the breaker box was in my bedroom) in my room. Mom said that on several occasions when she came in to do it... I would sit up in bed and stare at them, and say in a creepy voice "whaatttt are youu doinggggg?" and then just lie back down and go back to sleep, like nothing happenend. lol
Man, I was one messed up kid when I was asleep... hahaha
Thanks for Reading!!
Nicholas C. Kelley
To Create A Yesterday, You Must Sleep!
Sleep... or what I would like to call it... deaths little sister... I know, sounds kinda morbid, but if you really think about it... what separates it from death? Dreams... Nightmares... and I guess actually waking up the next day. Ha! :Sorry
I've always hated sleep my whole life. Because instead of nice dreams of bunnies frolicking through the grassy medows, I normally have nightmares, I know... sad eh?. I've had them since I was a kid, some reoccuring, some very strange, and some just downright disturbing. I won't go into detail about them, as I swore to keep this blog positive, and I've already started out kind of negative with the death/nightmare thing... I'll be good... I promise!! (maybe I'll create a separate blog just about the dreams I've had... I could write a book or two, seriously!!)
The reason I'm talking about sleep is because of a recent involuntary break I took from it... Saturday night I was having a few brewskies, having a chat with my buddy up in Alberta, and we were playing some online poker like we normally do. My girlfriend was "Out Da Shore", which is where shes from (about an hour outside of St. John's), babysitting her niece and newphew for the night. So she called me 1:30, and said goodnight, and I told her I was on the way to bed myself, asI just hung up from talking to my buddy... Haha... Do you see where this is going...???
Yeaaaaaaaaaaa... that didn't happen... I of course, went back into the poker like a crack fiend. OK! Let me stop right here for a second and explain something about poker... when your winning... whoa buddy!!.. its like a rush... its like a drug... could be the adrenaline... or the mere excitement keeping your body from crashing... beacuse I was NOT getting tired at all... and I was after having a couple beers, so you'd think I'd get a tad bit lazy, and want to sleep.. NOPE... I was HIGH AND MIGHTY, PROUD AND POWERFUL... there was NO stopping me...
Back to the story... I was playing poker... I was winning... I was on a ROLL!!... I didn't notice the hours going by like seconds, and how the light... which was now not shining from my living room outside onto the glistening snow on my balcony... but starting to reverse in polarity... and now shining in my apartment... "HOLY SWEET GOD, WHAT TIME IS IT!?!"... I said to myself in a manic panic... when I looked at the clock it was past 8am. I was completely blown away from my lack of attention to the time... AND how I turned my $42.50 bankroll into $200... WOOHOOOO!!! (sidenote: I cashed out $135 and kept the rest to build back up again)... I soooo wanted to keep going... I bet I could have turned that into $500... Who was going to stop me? My Nemisis SLEEP... HAHAHAH... Now way!! You're not the boss of me sleep!... Fortunately my conscious kicked in... and explained to me I had things to do on Sunday... I had a double date... a dinner and a movie... YOU HAVE to go to bed and sleep... I had to sleep... sleep... sleeeeeeeeep! You're probably thining I'm crazy at the moment... but yes, I more than likely talking to myself at this point...
But my mind, she was not listening to my consciousness... not listening to reason... it would not stop racing and pacing... it was just turning around and around like a record player on the highest setting (78 RPM? wait... "wtf is a record player" says the 16yr old born in 1995? BARF!). I couldn't stop thinking about poker... about winning... about the fact that it was 8am in the freaking morning, and I should have been sleep for 6-7hours already. Luckily I was so tired that my body just gave up, and finally I drifted off to La La Land... But the sleep was not constant or solid. I kept dreaming of a paragraph of words... maybe I was dreaming about a blog post... but it was just like someone copied a paragraph (CTRL+C) and then pasting the paragraph (CTRL+V)... over and over and over and over... it was so weird... and I'd wake up every few mins... so this went on until about 12:30ish when I just said shag it, and got up... lets just say... the whole day... it seemed like it was just a dream, you know what I mean... everything really hazy... and it just feels like its not reality (Gee I hope I'm not the only person who've experienced this!)... Thank god everything went smooth with the double date dinner and the movie (Just Go With It) was pretty darn good as well!! (I thought I was being dragged into a chick flick... it was kinda at the end... but it was pretty funny the whole way... and lets just say... it was also entertaining for the male brain! :P)
So here I am... a couple days later... and I am still so tired and dragged out from staynig up all night... its totally not worth it. Anyway, I hope this was entertaining for you guys... its a little different from my previous two posts... I have to say, trying to think about things to write about will be challenging... So, don't expect a daily update to this blog for a while!
So the moral to this blog is this... Sleep IS IMPORTANT!! Not only does it affect your overall physical health... it keeps your mental health in check as well... so sleep tight... don't let the bed bugs bite!~
P.S. Please post a comment in the section below, I changed it so you don't need an account now to post! But please remember to leave your name, so I know who to Thank!!...
Peace & Positivity!
I've always hated sleep my whole life. Because instead of nice dreams of bunnies frolicking through the grassy medows, I normally have nightmares, I know... sad eh?. I've had them since I was a kid, some reoccuring, some very strange, and some just downright disturbing. I won't go into detail about them, as I swore to keep this blog positive, and I've already started out kind of negative with the death/nightmare thing... I'll be good... I promise!! (maybe I'll create a separate blog just about the dreams I've had... I could write a book or two, seriously!!)
The reason I'm talking about sleep is because of a recent involuntary break I took from it... Saturday night I was having a few brewskies, having a chat with my buddy up in Alberta, and we were playing some online poker like we normally do. My girlfriend was "Out Da Shore", which is where shes from (about an hour outside of St. John's), babysitting her niece and newphew for the night. So she called me 1:30, and said goodnight, and I told her I was on the way to bed myself, asI just hung up from talking to my buddy... Haha... Do you see where this is going...???
Yeaaaaaaaaaaa... that didn't happen... I of course, went back into the poker like a crack fiend. OK! Let me stop right here for a second and explain something about poker... when your winning... whoa buddy!!.. its like a rush... its like a drug... could be the adrenaline... or the mere excitement keeping your body from crashing... beacuse I was NOT getting tired at all... and I was after having a couple beers, so you'd think I'd get a tad bit lazy, and want to sleep.. NOPE... I was HIGH AND MIGHTY, PROUD AND POWERFUL... there was NO stopping me...
Back to the story... I was playing poker... I was winning... I was on a ROLL!!... I didn't notice the hours going by like seconds, and how the light... which was now not shining from my living room outside onto the glistening snow on my balcony... but starting to reverse in polarity... and now shining in my apartment... "HOLY SWEET GOD, WHAT TIME IS IT!?!"... I said to myself in a manic panic... when I looked at the clock it was past 8am. I was completely blown away from my lack of attention to the time... AND how I turned my $42.50 bankroll into $200... WOOHOOOO!!! (sidenote: I cashed out $135 and kept the rest to build back up again)... I soooo wanted to keep going... I bet I could have turned that into $500... Who was going to stop me? My Nemisis SLEEP... HAHAHAH... Now way!! You're not the boss of me sleep!... Fortunately my conscious kicked in... and explained to me I had things to do on Sunday... I had a double date... a dinner and a movie... YOU HAVE to go to bed and sleep... I had to sleep... sleep... sleeeeeeeeep! You're probably thining I'm crazy at the moment... but yes, I more than likely talking to myself at this point...
But my mind, she was not listening to my consciousness... not listening to reason... it would not stop racing and pacing... it was just turning around and around like a record player on the highest setting (78 RPM? wait... "wtf is a record player" says the 16yr old born in 1995? BARF!). I couldn't stop thinking about poker... about winning... about the fact that it was 8am in the freaking morning, and I should have been sleep for 6-7hours already. Luckily I was so tired that my body just gave up, and finally I drifted off to La La Land... But the sleep was not constant or solid. I kept dreaming of a paragraph of words... maybe I was dreaming about a blog post... but it was just like someone copied a paragraph (CTRL+C) and then pasting the paragraph (CTRL+V)... over and over and over and over... it was so weird... and I'd wake up every few mins... so this went on until about 12:30ish when I just said shag it, and got up... lets just say... the whole day... it seemed like it was just a dream, you know what I mean... everything really hazy... and it just feels like its not reality (Gee I hope I'm not the only person who've experienced this!)... Thank god everything went smooth with the double date dinner and the movie (Just Go With It) was pretty darn good as well!! (I thought I was being dragged into a chick flick... it was kinda at the end... but it was pretty funny the whole way... and lets just say... it was also entertaining for the male brain! :P)
So here I am... a couple days later... and I am still so tired and dragged out from staynig up all night... its totally not worth it. Anyway, I hope this was entertaining for you guys... its a little different from my previous two posts... I have to say, trying to think about things to write about will be challenging... So, don't expect a daily update to this blog for a while!
So the moral to this blog is this... Sleep IS IMPORTANT!! Not only does it affect your overall physical health... it keeps your mental health in check as well... so sleep tight... don't let the bed bugs bite!~
P.S. Please post a comment in the section below, I changed it so you don't need an account now to post! But please remember to leave your name, so I know who to Thank!!...
Peace & Positivity!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Yesterday...
What do you think of, when you think of yesterday? I'm not only talking about the actual day before today, I mean the days/weeks/years before today...
Are you thinking of particular memories? a specific time?, place?, feeling? Do they bring a sense of happiness, or sadness, or madness? How do you know these things really happened? Especially things that happened to you when you were younger. Are these real memories, or, just shadow memories from stories other people (like parents, siblings, friends) have kept going over the years?
I've invoked some thought, haven't I?
I mean, all of the thoughts we create are in our brain... they are just mere electrical signals that are stored in webs of neurons, created in a way that resembles idea clouds, branching together by sights, sounds, scents. Piecing together all the situations of your life up to this moment.
How often do you smell something... then immediately you bring forth a memory... or you hear a song you love, and POOF! you are back to a concert, singing and dancing your heart out... or you take a sip of hot chocolate and you are transported back to a cold winters day, where your mom is popping marshmallows in a hot chocolaty filled cup... you can feel the warmth... smell the sweet chocolate... feel the love that she so carefully put into it... feels nice doesn't it?.. how many of you just thought about the taste of it?.. I'm guessing just about everyone of you... This is because, as I mentioned above, that all these things are linked in your brain by neuro-webs... Its clearly amazing!! Go on... take a moment to enjoy it... and bring back a few memories of your own... I'll wait...
OK, now that I have your attention on your memories, and you are reliving your pasts... I'm going to change the topic a little bit, and go into the part I mentioned about shadow memories.
PLEASE NOTE: This is not a scientific term and I'm not coining it as my own. Maybe I am the first person to come up with it.. I kinda hope so :)
Some memories that you have from the past, may actually not be memories at all, they could be implanted by stories from your childhood. Told to you over and over by your parents as you were growing up, or by your friends. How many of you had a friend come up and say... "you remember the time when...blah blah blah..." and you think to yourself..."hmmm... kinda sounds familiar, but no I don't really... do I ..." Does this mean that it never happened?... but then as your listening to the story... things come back to you... you might not remember it all... but as the story continues, and your friend is telling it like its gospel... you build on the memory that you have, and over the course of the conversation, you might convince yourself that it is true, and tell it again. But in the end, does it make it any less real?
I'll give an example...
When I was a kid... probably 3 or so? (Mom can you back me up here? lol)... I was riding on my tricycle on the bridge (for some people, you would call this a deck), and I can remember being told to watch out for the stairs, and not go down over them... How many of you can predict what is going to happen next? anyone?... yes, you're right... down over the stairs I went... clickity bam-bam POW... face first into the cement step at the botom. Then I ad to be brought to Springdale to get several stitches in my forehead... Now, do I remember this happening for sure? I really don't' think I do... as "they" say that memories don't normally stick until you are about 5ish. But I swear, I can remember being told not to do it... and then thinking... "yessssssss, I can do that, no problem, I'm a big boy"... but the thing that puzzles me is that I can't actually remember hitting the concrete... was it because of truama to the head? (maybe thats what happened to me... hehe)... or because it was painful, and it was such a shock, that I blocked it out... So, are these real memories?... or was it implanted in my memory by the stories from my parents and family? No one can prove either... but I'm going to go with the latter.
Anyway, the moral of this blog is this... treasure the memories that you have, think more carefully about the memories you create... and be careful of the memories that might not be accurate... Memories are what makes us who we are... and provides the basis for all our relationships... past and future... so keep those memories close and fresh, before you... um... what was I talking about?!?
Until next time!
Nicholas C. Kelley
Are you thinking of particular memories? a specific time?, place?, feeling? Do they bring a sense of happiness, or sadness, or madness? How do you know these things really happened? Especially things that happened to you when you were younger. Are these real memories, or, just shadow memories from stories other people (like parents, siblings, friends) have kept going over the years?
I've invoked some thought, haven't I?
I mean, all of the thoughts we create are in our brain... they are just mere electrical signals that are stored in webs of neurons, created in a way that resembles idea clouds, branching together by sights, sounds, scents. Piecing together all the situations of your life up to this moment.
How often do you smell something... then immediately you bring forth a memory... or you hear a song you love, and POOF! you are back to a concert, singing and dancing your heart out... or you take a sip of hot chocolate and you are transported back to a cold winters day, where your mom is popping marshmallows in a hot chocolaty filled cup... you can feel the warmth... smell the sweet chocolate... feel the love that she so carefully put into it... feels nice doesn't it?.. how many of you just thought about the taste of it?.. I'm guessing just about everyone of you... This is because, as I mentioned above, that all these things are linked in your brain by neuro-webs... Its clearly amazing!! Go on... take a moment to enjoy it... and bring back a few memories of your own... I'll wait...
OK, now that I have your attention on your memories, and you are reliving your pasts... I'm going to change the topic a little bit, and go into the part I mentioned about shadow memories.
PLEASE NOTE: This is not a scientific term and I'm not coining it as my own. Maybe I am the first person to come up with it.. I kinda hope so :)
Some memories that you have from the past, may actually not be memories at all, they could be implanted by stories from your childhood. Told to you over and over by your parents as you were growing up, or by your friends. How many of you had a friend come up and say... "you remember the time when...blah blah blah..." and you think to yourself..."hmmm... kinda sounds familiar, but no I don't really... do I ..." Does this mean that it never happened?... but then as your listening to the story... things come back to you... you might not remember it all... but as the story continues, and your friend is telling it like its gospel... you build on the memory that you have, and over the course of the conversation, you might convince yourself that it is true, and tell it again. But in the end, does it make it any less real?
I'll give an example...
When I was a kid... probably 3 or so? (Mom can you back me up here? lol)... I was riding on my tricycle on the bridge (for some people, you would call this a deck), and I can remember being told to watch out for the stairs, and not go down over them... How many of you can predict what is going to happen next? anyone?... yes, you're right... down over the stairs I went... clickity bam-bam POW... face first into the cement step at the botom. Then I ad to be brought to Springdale to get several stitches in my forehead... Now, do I remember this happening for sure? I really don't' think I do... as "they" say that memories don't normally stick until you are about 5ish. But I swear, I can remember being told not to do it... and then thinking... "yessssssss, I can do that, no problem, I'm a big boy"... but the thing that puzzles me is that I can't actually remember hitting the concrete... was it because of truama to the head? (maybe thats what happened to me... hehe)... or because it was painful, and it was such a shock, that I blocked it out... So, are these real memories?... or was it implanted in my memory by the stories from my parents and family? No one can prove either... but I'm going to go with the latter.
Anyway, the moral of this blog is this... treasure the memories that you have, think more carefully about the memories you create... and be careful of the memories that might not be accurate... Memories are what makes us who we are... and provides the basis for all our relationships... past and future... so keep those memories close and fresh, before you... um... what was I talking about?!?
Until next time!
Nicholas C. Kelley
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The Beginning...!
Lets start off with what the blog title means... well, I guess its pretty much self explanatory. Yesterday is now just a memory in our minds, and in the minds of the people we've interacted with. Its so strange how the memories/situations of our past, lead us to where we are today. Don't you think? It's not only where we are, its who we are, who we've become. I think about the past a lot, and all the times I've had, the good and the bad. Some things make me happy, some things make me sad, and others make me mad. Some of the choices I've made weren't always the greatest possible course for my life, but I guess that also creates who we are. Sometimes we have to fall, and learn to get back up, to straighten our lives out. That's what makes us stronger as a person, it builds character, and it is proof that we can overcome pretty much anything/everything.
There are so many sayings out there about life, and I want to talk a bit about a few of them:
1. Life is what you make it: Of course it is... but you don't always have the option to make it the best. I've always said you are a product of your environment, and its so hard to break from the situation that surrounds you. If you're always surrounded by negativity, then chances are, you will be a negative person because of it. But you can always overcome these obstacles, you just have to keep positive, and stay strong, because everything works out in the end...
2. Everything works out in the end: Says who? Who makes up this rule?... what does it mean, when you say it works out in the end? Is it when you die that everything has worked out? This has always confused me, and I've been told it sooooo many times growing up. I think what its trying to say is that even though you are in the slumps and everything is not going your way... if you work hard, stay positive, and stay true to YOU, then you can overcome your current bad situation, and move on to the next.
3. Stay Positive: How many of you (actually there are no one reading this... YET) have been told to stay postive when you are in the worse mood ever? Something happened to put you in this mood, lets just say... your car just had all its windows smashed out while you were parked in a parking lot (see Extra Info below for story). Of course you are going to be absolutely furious, and then someone says; "Oh, Stay Postive, you'll be ok"... What is your first reaction? Mine would be "F*** OFF"... but I just like to swear, haha. I mean how can you stay positive in that moment. I know getting so mad your spitting fire won't fix your windows, but it certainly helps to blow off steam. But in reality what you should do is... just take a deep breath... hold it for 3 seconds... release it, along with your fustrations... because like I said, its not going to help diving off the deep end...
So, the moral to this blog post is this... Its your life... the joystick is in your hands... if you stay positive, and remember to breath... you can overcome pretty much anything... and if you can't... then lean to your friends and family for support... If they are true... they will help you overcome everything, even the mistakes of Yesterday.
Thanks for Reading!
Nicholas C. Kelley
Extra Info:
This actually happened to my Uncle Tim. It started at Valley View Apartments (its like an apartment complex you can just rent for a night, weekend, etc) where we were drinking with a buddy that was in town for the weekend. My uncle gave me a ride, and he decided to keep his car parked in the parking lot all night, because we were drinking, and drinking and driving is a big NO NO!.
So we drank at the apartment for a while, listened to some tunes, chatting and what not, then we decided to go downtown to a club. All was fine and dandy, we had a good time downtown, my uncle went on home after the bar, and I went back to my buddy's apartment to have a few more drinks before hitting the sack for the night.
So we woke up the next morning, and went to go pick my uncle up and drive him back to get his car. When we went down in the parking lot, we seen his car......... two windows... the front passenger side and back window were completely smashed in, and...Oh yea... I forgot to mention... that there was a huge snow storm over night, and his car was literally half full of snow... I lost my words, my breath, and nearly shit myself... and I was the one going to have to tell him about it...
So I got to my uncles, and I said "Man, I don't know how to tell you this, but your windows were smashed out of your car, and its now full of snow" Covering my eyes and face from the impending explosion I expected to be coming my way, I heard him say "Oh, I thought you were going to say someone died. That's not good" saying this while remaining perfectly calm, and not getting upset at all. I thought to myself, "NOT GOOD? NOT GOOD? THIS IS AN OUTRAGE, WHO DONE THIS, WHY, GRAAAAHHH!!!" I was completely baffled by his calmness, and could not understand how he could keep his calm composure. But this is his nature, he is normally pretty calm, cool, and collective, and for the most part, is a positive influence in my life. I guess he takes after my Pop... I have only once in my lifetime seen him get upset... but I'll leave that story for another time...
Peace!
There are so many sayings out there about life, and I want to talk a bit about a few of them:
1. Life is what you make it: Of course it is... but you don't always have the option to make it the best. I've always said you are a product of your environment, and its so hard to break from the situation that surrounds you. If you're always surrounded by negativity, then chances are, you will be a negative person because of it. But you can always overcome these obstacles, you just have to keep positive, and stay strong, because everything works out in the end...
2. Everything works out in the end: Says who? Who makes up this rule?... what does it mean, when you say it works out in the end? Is it when you die that everything has worked out? This has always confused me, and I've been told it sooooo many times growing up. I think what its trying to say is that even though you are in the slumps and everything is not going your way... if you work hard, stay positive, and stay true to YOU, then you can overcome your current bad situation, and move on to the next.
3. Stay Positive: How many of you (actually there are no one reading this... YET) have been told to stay postive when you are in the worse mood ever? Something happened to put you in this mood, lets just say... your car just had all its windows smashed out while you were parked in a parking lot (see Extra Info below for story). Of course you are going to be absolutely furious, and then someone says; "Oh, Stay Postive, you'll be ok"... What is your first reaction? Mine would be "F*** OFF"... but I just like to swear, haha. I mean how can you stay positive in that moment. I know getting so mad your spitting fire won't fix your windows, but it certainly helps to blow off steam. But in reality what you should do is... just take a deep breath... hold it for 3 seconds... release it, along with your fustrations... because like I said, its not going to help diving off the deep end...
So, the moral to this blog post is this... Its your life... the joystick is in your hands... if you stay positive, and remember to breath... you can overcome pretty much anything... and if you can't... then lean to your friends and family for support... If they are true... they will help you overcome everything, even the mistakes of Yesterday.
Thanks for Reading!
Nicholas C. Kelley
Extra Info:
This actually happened to my Uncle Tim. It started at Valley View Apartments (its like an apartment complex you can just rent for a night, weekend, etc) where we were drinking with a buddy that was in town for the weekend. My uncle gave me a ride, and he decided to keep his car parked in the parking lot all night, because we were drinking, and drinking and driving is a big NO NO!.
So we drank at the apartment for a while, listened to some tunes, chatting and what not, then we decided to go downtown to a club. All was fine and dandy, we had a good time downtown, my uncle went on home after the bar, and I went back to my buddy's apartment to have a few more drinks before hitting the sack for the night.
So we woke up the next morning, and went to go pick my uncle up and drive him back to get his car. When we went down in the parking lot, we seen his car......... two windows... the front passenger side and back window were completely smashed in, and...Oh yea... I forgot to mention... that there was a huge snow storm over night, and his car was literally half full of snow... I lost my words, my breath, and nearly shit myself... and I was the one going to have to tell him about it...
So I got to my uncles, and I said "Man, I don't know how to tell you this, but your windows were smashed out of your car, and its now full of snow" Covering my eyes and face from the impending explosion I expected to be coming my way, I heard him say "Oh, I thought you were going to say someone died. That's not good" saying this while remaining perfectly calm, and not getting upset at all. I thought to myself, "NOT GOOD? NOT GOOD? THIS IS AN OUTRAGE, WHO DONE THIS, WHY, GRAAAAHHH!!!" I was completely baffled by his calmness, and could not understand how he could keep his calm composure. But this is his nature, he is normally pretty calm, cool, and collective, and for the most part, is a positive influence in my life. I guess he takes after my Pop... I have only once in my lifetime seen him get upset... but I'll leave that story for another time...
Peace!
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