.:: Rainbow Song ::.
This is A place to smile, rest a moment, and remember the uplifting things in life
I’ll post things that I find interesting, things that make me smile. They could be videos, pictures, personal thoughts on a matter, or just things I found inspirational.
“A laugh is a smile that bursts”
ORIGINALLY POSTED BY PAST TIME GIRL
This is for you Britty-chan ^_^ thanks for letting me post this - i hope it makes more people smile.
To those who read this - let me know what you think *smiles*
Yesterday I got inspiration to write a story.
I was brushing my teeth in the morning, and you know how when you brush your teeth toothpaste like spews all over the mirror?
Well, it gave me an idea, and I came up with this:
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the sexiest of them all?” I ask myself that all the time. Of course I’m the damn sexiest mirror of them all! I know, I know. I sound so completely conceited, but I was conceived in China, or should I say, “hand crafted” in China. So I’m proud of my looks. I look amazing in your bathroom! Obviously I do, otherwise you wouldn’t stare at me so intensely every morning, day, and night.
One thing that irks me the most is when you brush your teeth, and then your tooth brush spits your spit on my face along with toothpaste and all that jazz. Even your toothbrush doesn’t like being drooled on! It told me so. It talks to me every night. In fact this is one of the conversations we shared one night;
“You know, I’m sick of smelling this chick’s raunchy morning breath. Then I’m used at night, and I just want to hang myself with Floss over there.”
“Well, at least you don’t get stared at for however long it takes for that person with the ugly face. I just want to yell out, ‘Hey you! Yeah, you! You with the face! It ain’t gonna get prettier by you staring at it, and it’s defiantly not going to make me wanna stick around any longer. ‘Cause it’s all ‘bout me. Me, me, me! I’m way sexier than you!’”
So you see, even toothbrush hates how he’s used. I would too. I wouldn’t want to be put in a human’s mouth. They’re the dirtiest things ever! I’d rather be put in a dog’s mouth. They’re cleaner than human’s mouths, ya know.
Seriously though. You don’t know the ingenious moves I make daily. You humans have this thing called a “reflection” ever heard of it? Well, if you haven’t it’s basically your twin only it’s in mirror world. When you stare into me, I use my mighty mirror ninja skills, and steal your reflection. I am lonely, so I need someone to keep me company. I love when I actually steal someone’s reflection that belongs to a fairly good looking person like myself. Well, in this case, I’m a good looking mirror, but you know what I mean. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I steal your reflection, and you don’t know it. You’re just as clueless as a blonde in a doctor’s office. Whatever they act like. Unfortunately your reflection is as fun as a pet rock. It just stands there dumb founded, not moving. It’s still company though.
Once I steal your reflection it gets stored into my glassy skin. You know when you see crystal that happens to be in the sun, and then rainbows form because of the sun hitting the crystal? Well, I have something like that stored deep down in my non-anatomy-istic body. Then I can visit your petty reflection and have a one sided conversation. I like to say, “I ate a bowl of alphabet soup, and I crapped out a better conversation than you.” to many of the reflections, and they just look at me like I stole candy from them. Then again, that statement doesn’t make sense, for I don’t use the bathroom. I only sweat. But yes, once I steal your reflection it’s stuck in my world. Even when you look into a different mirror, and you see your reflection you’re looking at it through my world. Not the other mirror’s world. Which ever mirror someone looks in first is the mirror your reflection belongs to. It can’t belong to more than one world at once.
You see, I have no body parts. I’m just a big slab of fancy glass resting on your wall, waiting for you to seek your “beauty” as your parents would say about you in my powerful stance. Though sometimes you teenage girls don’t see what you want to see. You wake up in the morning and find a HUGE zit on your face, and you fuss over it, and you whine, and you try to cover it with your bangs or anything else you can find, and it just doesn’t do the job. Keep in mind you’re not the only one who has to see that oozing, puss filled, red evil lump. I have to see it too. Frankly if I were able to eat, I’d probably lose my breakfast/lunch/dinner whatever time it was at the moment of seeing that thing. Makes me shudder in my frame just thinking about it.
I also love to see when someone picks a winner out of their nose. When they get that big juicy greenish gray booger the size of a dime out of their nose, and start rolling it between their fingers having a grand ‘ol time. Oh? Sorry. Was that too graphic? Oh, it was? Well, you don’t spare that for me! I have to watch you do that! Sometimes when stuff like that happens, I wish I’d just steam up. Which brings me to another thing. Shower time. All right, I hate having to see people’s naked bodies. Especially the old wrinkly one’s where gravity just didn’t give any sympathy to any given body part. I love those bodies! Then the bathroom starts to heat up like a sauna, and my non-existent sweat glands start to overflow with sweat, and before you know it, sweat is just beading down my sleek beautiful self, and you can’t see yourself anymore. Which gives me a break, because I don’t want to see your ugly face for as long as I can. Okay. I know. That was a little mean. I am the fairest of them all though.
I hear all your little conversations daily as well. Now those are interesting. Especially the one’s with gossip. I’m one all for the gossiping. Who’s with who, and who’s doing what with who, and things like that. Sometimes I wish I could jump in on the gossip, but, noo! I’m a mirror with no mouth! Which you’re now probably wondering how I’m able to tell you all this. Well, let’s just say I got all this onto a piece of paper telepathically. I’m so good!
Now let me give you some tips on how to treat me, and all my other bathroom comrades.
First off, when you use Toothbrush make sure that you rinse your mouth with water first. That way you’re sparing him the torture of getting food stuck in his hair. Toilet likes to be flushed after you leave your morning constitution or whatever you like to call your fecal matter. I know, totally disgusting. Floss likes it when you use Toothbrush first. That way it’s not too smelly. Toilet paper, well... Toilet paper is best friend’s with, well.. You know what. Hair brush likes it when you use conditioner if you have long hair. It makes it easier on his teeth. I’d really love to give tips to you all for all my bathroom comrades, but there’s too many, and we need to get to me. Me! ‘Cause it’s all about me! Me, me, me, me!
I like to be cleaned after I get sprayed and am forced to make out with your dirty saliva. So if you could just wipe me off after that little mishap, I’ll be happy. Let’s see, what else. Oh! I also would like to be complimented after using me, a simple, “Oh, you’re so sexy mirror!” would be just fine. I like to be cleaned with Windex at least once every week. Once every other week works just as well. I like to have a night light in the bathroom with me at night, because Mr. Night Light keeps me company. If you feel the urge to dig for gold, please use a tissue. That’s all I can really think about at the moment to teach you about my likes and dislikes. If you follow those few tips I’ll give you maybe, erm.. A spec of respect. Sound good? Sounds good to me.
Now you know what it’s like to be in my frame. I was going to say “shoes”, but I don’t wear shoes. Instead I have a nice stainless steel frame. You’re so jealous! That’s waay more awesome than any pair of shoes ever will be! So remember, mirror’s and other bathroom objects, and basically any inanimate object has feelings too!
“Who’s the sexiest mirror of them all?” I AM! I’M THE SEXIEST MIRROR OF THEM ALL!
The happiness conspiracy
I read this a while ago and saved it on my laptop. It is quite a long article, but i recommend it to be read, it may make you think...
What is it that makes you happy? Really?
References at the bottom of the post, as i said - i found this - i didn't write it myself. As the article is long i cut some bits out, so if you want to read the whole thing then copy the link.
Normal doesn’t seem to be working any longer. The new Holy Grail is happiness. At every turn are ‘how-to’ happiness books, articles, TV and radio programmes, videos and websites. There are happiness institutes, camps, clubs, classes, cruises, workshops, and retreats. Universities are adding courses in Happiness Studies. Fast-growing professions include happiness counselling, happiness coaching, ‘life-lift’ coaching, ‘joyology’ and happiness science. Personal happiness is big business and everyone is selling it. Being positive is mandatory, even with the planet in meltdown.
But a society of ‘happi-chondriacs’ isn’t necessarily a healthy sign. No-one is less able to sustain happiness than someone obsessed with feeling only happiness. A happy and meaningful existence depends on the ability to feel emotions other than happiness, as well as ones that compete with happiness.
‘Happiness never appeared to me as an absolute aim,’ said Einstein. ‘I am even inclined to compare such moral aims to the ambitions of a pig. The ideals that have lighted my way are Kindness, Beauty and Truth.’
If we’ve become pigs at the happiness trough, it’s understandable. As higher systems of meaning have withered, life purpose has dwindled to feeling good. Innocence, the lifeblood of happiness, is obsolete. We live on cultural soil perfectly suited for depression.
Other happiness blockers include materialism, perpetual discontent, over-complication, hyper-competition, stress, rage, boredom, loneliness and existential confusion. We’re removed from nature, married to work, adrift from family and friends, spiritually starved, sleep deprived, physically unfit, dumbed down, and enslaved to debt.
Too much is no longer enough. Many are stretching themselves so far that they have difficulty feeling anything at all.
A society’s dominant value system dictates how happiness is measured. The native Navajos in the southwest of the US saw happiness as the attainment of universal beauty, or what they called Hózhó. Their counterpart of ‘Have a nice day’ was ‘May you walk in beauty’.
Personal satisfaction is the most common way of measuring happiness. This mirrors the supreme value that consumer culture attaches to the romancing of desire and the satiation of the self. When measured this way, almost everyone seems pretty happy – even if it’s primarily false needs being satisfied.
To preserve the ‘rarity value’ of life one must resist wrapping heaven around oneself. Keeping paradise at a distance, yet within reach, is a much better way of staying alive. People who have it all must learn the art of flirting with deprivation.
The highest forms of happiness have always been experienced and expressed as love. But happiness is being wooed in increasingly autistic ways that lack this vital dimension. In a recent survey only one per cent of people indicated ‘true love’ as what they wanted most in life.
Ancient Greek philosophers equated happiness with virtue. Especially celebrated by them were loyalty, friendship, moderation, honesty, compassion and trust. Research shows that all these traits are in steep decline today – despite being happiness boosters. Like true love and true happiness, they have become uneconomic.
Our ignorance of happiness is revealed by the question on everyone’s lips: ‘Does money make us happy?’ The head of a US aid agency in Kenya commented recently that volunteers are predictably dumbstruck and confused by the zest and jubilance of the Africans. It’s become a cliché for them to say: ‘The people are so poor, they have nothing – and yet they have so much joy and seem so happy.’
An African nation, Nigeria, was found recently to be the world’s happiest country. The study of ‘happy societies’ is awakening us to the importance of social connectedness, spirituality, simplicity, modesty of expectations, gratitude, patience, touch, music, movement, play and ‘down time’.
The small Himalayan nation of Ladakh is one of the best-documented examples of a ‘happy society’. As Helena Norberg-Hodge writes in Ancient Futures, Ladakhis were a remarkably joyous and vibrant people who lived in harmony with their harsh environment. Their culture generated mutual respect, community-mindedness, an eagerness to share, reverence for nature, thankfulness and love of life. Their value system bred tenderness, empathy, politeness, spiritual awareness and environmental conservation. Violence, discrimination, avarice and abuse of power were non-existent while depressed, burned-out people were nowhere to be found.
But in 1980 consumer capitalism came knocking with its usual bounty of raised hopes and social diseases. The following year, Ladakh’s freshly appointed Development Commissioner announced: ‘If Ladakh is ever going to be developed, we have to figure out how to make these people more greedy.’ The developers triumphed and a greed economy took root. The issues nowadays are declining mental health, family breakdown, crime, land degradation, unemployment, a widening gap between rich and poor, pollution and sprawl.
Writer Ted Trainer says before 1980 the people of Ladakh were ‘notoriously happy’. He sees in their tragic story a sobering lesson about our cherished goals of development, growth and progress. For the most part these are convenient myths that are much better at producing happy economies than happy people.
Visionaries tell us that the only happiness that makes sense at this perilous juncture in Earth’s history is ‘sustainable happiness’. All worthwhile happiness is life-supporting. But so much of what makes us happy in the age of consumerism is dependent upon the destruction and over-exploitation of nature. A sustainable happiness implies that we take responsibility for the wider contexts in which we live and for the well-being of future generations.
Sustainable happiness harks back to the classical Greek philosophies in viewing ethical living as a legitimate vehicle for human happiness. Compassion in particular plays a central role. In part it rests on the truth that we can be happy in planting the seeds of happiness, even if we might miss the harvest.
Some argue that as a society we are too programmed to selfishness and over-consumption for a sustainable happiness to take root. Democracy itself is a problem when the majority itches for the wrong things. But if we manage to take the first few steps, we may rediscover that happiness resonates most deeply when it has a price.
The greatest irony in the search for happiness is that it is never strictly personal. For happiness to be mature and heartfelt, it must be shared – whether by those around us or by tomorrow’s children. If not, happiness can be downright depressing.
John F Schumaker, a US-born psychologist currently living in Christchurch, New Zealand/Aotearoa, is the author of In Search of Happiness: Understanding an endangered state of mind (Penguin).
http://www.newint.org/columns/essays/2006/07/01/happiness-conspiracy
