September 18, 2014
Notes on Sobriety - The Threat of Positivity

The culture of positivity is a threat against my recovery. Positivity is not about the experience of positive emotions and how to cultivate them in a healthy way. Rather this positivity is a way of avoiding the pain of living by covering it and pretending it doesn’t matter. I was never more stuck in the past picking at the scabs of old wounds then when I was trying to be positive about life.  The human potential movement and its New Thought brethren looks askance at emotions judging some, such as love as good and others, such as fear as an illusion. This culture is part of the crass consumerism of the information age where a healthy psyche is just one more product available for purchase – only some assembly required and batteries not included. 

September 18, 2014

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September 18, 2014
"You will never understand a nation’s psyche by inventorying its interests. You have to grasp its memories, its paranoias, its traumas, and its irrationalities—its history, in other words."

Adam Gopnik on the Scottish independence referendum and the Auld Alliance. (via newyorker)

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September 18, 2014
Notes on Sobriety - Connecting to My Emotions

thenewzeitgeist:

Emotions have always been tricky for me. I feel them deeply; I just didn’t learn how to express them.  When I get overwhelmed by an unexpressed emotion I feel it in the pit of my stomach. I spend a lot of time barfing. If I could only learn to express the rage churning deep inside me in a way that would not bring harm to me or others….perhaps, then I would begin to heal.  Meanwhile, I am hopeful that someday my melancholy, that black anger of sadness, will be relived. That day could be today. 

September 18, 2014
Notes on Sobriety - Connecting to My Emotions

Emotions have always been tricky for me. I feel them deeply; I just didn’t learn how to express them.  When I get overwhelmed by an unexpressed emotion I feel it in the pit of my stomach. I spend a lot of time barfing. If I could only learn to express the rage churning deep inside me in a way that would not bring harm to me or others….perhaps, then I would begin to heal.  Meanwhile, I am hopeful that someday my melancholy, that black anger of sadness, will be relived. That day could be today. 

September 17, 2014
newyorker:

The Borowitz Report: Female G.O.P. Senators Propose Earning Seventy-one Per Cent As Much As Male Colleagues

“After voting down paycheck equity for women across America, the female Republican senators realized that they themselves were ‘burdened by the tyranny of equal pay’ in the U.S. Senate.”

Photograph by Andrew Burton/Getty

newyorker:

The Borowitz Report: Female G.O.P. Senators Propose Earning Seventy-one Per Cent As Much As Male Colleagues

“After voting down paycheck equity for women across America, the female Republican senators realized that they themselves were ‘burdened by the tyranny of equal pay’ in the U.S. Senate.”

Photograph by Andrew Burton/Getty

(Source: newyorker.com)

September 17, 2014
humansofnewyork:

"We practiced for about thirty minutes before he actually called my parents. I pretended to be my mom, and tried to think of all the reasons she’d object to us getting married, and he practiced his rebuttals. The actual call was a lot easier than the rehearsal."
(New Delhi, India)

humansofnewyork:

"We practiced for about thirty minutes before he actually called my parents. I pretended to be my mom, and tried to think of all the reasons she’d object to us getting married, and he practiced his rebuttals. The actual call was a lot easier than the rehearsal."

(New Delhi, India)

September 16, 2014
humansofnewyork:

"Before I went to the protest that day, I stood in front of a picture of the Dalai Lama, and I swore an oath: ‘If I am arrested, I will not give the names of any of my friends.’ They put me through eight months of interrogation. They burned cigarettes on my face. They made me stand in ice for four hours, until my skin froze into the ice, and then they pushed me forward. They gave me electric shocks on my tongue. They told me they were going to kill my father and mother. After eight months, I had a trial. Two guards stood next to me when I testified, and they hid electric shocks in my sleeves in case I said something they didn’t like. I was sentenced to four years. Sometimes I’d get so hungry I’d eat toothpaste. And sometimes I’d get so thirsty, I’d drink my urine. When I finally got out, I weighed 39 kilograms."
(Dharamshala, India)

humansofnewyork:

"Before I went to the protest that day, I stood in front of a picture of the Dalai Lama, and I swore an oath: ‘If I am arrested, I will not give the names of any of my friends.’ They put me through eight months of interrogation. They burned cigarettes on my face. They made me stand in ice for four hours, until my skin froze into the ice, and then they pushed me forward. They gave me electric shocks on my tongue. They told me they were going to kill my father and mother. After eight months, I had a trial. Two guards stood next to me when I testified, and they hid electric shocks in my sleeves in case I said something they didn’t like. I was sentenced to four years. Sometimes I’d get so hungry I’d eat toothpaste. And sometimes I’d get so thirsty, I’d drink my urine. When I finally got out, I weighed 39 kilograms."

(Dharamshala, India)

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September 15, 2014
"We don’t want to be forced into your society. I’m going to be me as I am, and you can beat me or jail me or even kill me, but I’m not going to be what you want me to be."

Steve Biko, Cry Freedom (1987)

(Source: herzmasochismus, via portionsofeternity)

September 15, 2014
Notes on Sobriety - My Higher Self

As I approached Step 2, which is about coming to believe in a power greater than me, I realized that the farthest I could imagine was a slightly better version of me. I came to believe that a better self was possible.  I don’t speak of a higher power rather I speak of a higher Todd – A Todd greater than the Todd I am today.

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