Sunday, September 25, 2011

Our Guest Blogger Writes About Endopsychic Energy

Happy Sunday!

It's funny how things work out sometime.

Kerry, our guest blogger, sends us her entries whenever she completes them, and we don't generally read them until the day we decide to post them. Like today.

So it was funny how things work, because just as we wrote yesterday about being a good person, and posing the question to anybody who chooses to consider the reasons as why anybody should bother. She reminds us that most people are good people, and sometimes in life negative forces work against us, and if we look at it in the right way, it can be used as a time of growth and creativity, not self-destruction/moral-destruction/stagnation/unhappiness.

Creative (Endopsychic) energy, as Kerry writes about, is exactly how we saved our own lives. By creating an outlet, by using art & writing therapy as a way to deal with our mental illness, and the things that were going on in our life; and by turning into a project, an example, to provide others with a means of learning to deal with difficulty, no matter what it is. We could go on and on about the benefits of writing (and art) therapy...but we probably have in some other entry.

Kerry hit's the button on the nose. Creative energy, and the desire for forward momentum, for change, can take your life, turn it into something else, and help you deal with stress, anger, confusion, illness, and any number of things that you encounter, any number of things that try to push you down in life, try to eat away at you and try to destroy you.

Now, as many of our readers, and our Twitter followers/friends know - we may not all subscribe to this upbeat and empowering message (however, some of indeed found her words empowering); but, at the end of the day...

[...]Out of the Ashes the Phoenix Will Rise

I was on some training recently and I was introduced to the psychological term endopsychic energy.  Now I know that psychologists can be an odd but lovable bunch and they have a panache for making up phrases to describe things, those phrases baffle the rest of us lesser mortals.  However, I like to think of myself as an educated lady who knows a thing or two, but even I was thinking ‘what the fuck?’

Endopsychic energy is part of a model that looks at group working, particularly in a work environment rather than a therapeutic one.  The endopsychic stage of the model comes at the time of conflict and argument and how this discomfort and resistance induce us to be creative and energetic to escape from that situation.  It may be a new concept to some of you to realise that from conflict comes creativity.  It is something that I see in my patients on a regular basis but I am often cautious about highlighting that having a mental illness can be a very creative process – as a punch in the mouth often offends.

A classic example is a woman who has PMS comes home and the kids are fighting, hubby is asking what’s for dinner, there is a pile of ironing to do and then she snaps. ‘Fuck it’ she shouts, ‘we’re eating out because I can’t be bothered to cook!’  Sound familiar?  It’s a frequent occurrence in my house. I can hear you thinking – where’s the creativity? I will break it down.  The woman is tired and frustrated, other people are putting their needs before her own, she may feel that she is not getting the attention or love that she needs/deserves and there is social pressure there to maintain the status quo.  To extract herself from this quagmire she shouts, which tells people that she is not happy and forces them to focus on her.  To move away from working in a pattern that she does not want to do she changes it, thus the eating out.  She releases the others from their pattern of behaviour by suggesting something new.  All in all, pretty amazing, shame we have to feel shitty to get there in the first place.

This is only one example, there will be many in your own lives if you look back.  I put on heaps of weight when I was pregnant, so after I finished breast feeding I went to Weight Watchers and lost 5 stone (70 pounds).  I was stuck in the same dead end job so I overcame my fear of learning due to my dyslexia and went back to uni[versity] (I got a first class degree).  My writing stemmed from my frustration and me trying to make sense of situations.  My cancer has lead to so many opportunities including working with Frank et al (I would have preferred not to have cancer but we don’t always get the choice, I think it’s better to try and make the best out of whatever life hands us).  Out of the ashes the phoenix will rise.  People do not change because they want something, they change because they don’t want something.  People who smoke don’t desire to be ex-smokers but they’re bloody sick of that smoker’s cough and paying out all that money.  Fat people don’t want to be thin, rather they dislike how they feel about themselves right now.

At the time of writing this post, we are still coming to terms with nearly a week of rioting in the UK.  It has sickened the majority of the British people to see others behave in such a violent way.  The most famous of which is when Malaysian student Ashraf Haziq Rossli had his jaw broken and then when he thought he was getting help he was robbed by his ‘helpers’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og-0xQDC8Dg (be warned it does not make pleasant viewing).  His mother was naturally worried about her son and wanted him to come home but Ashraf said that he wanted to say here and that most of the people in the UK were good people.  He was right, people have donated money, so much money (over £22,000/ $36000) that his mother can now fly over here to see her son.

Hard and difficult times means that we need to make choices, we do not need to make these choices when we are happy with our situation.  Often adversity, illness, prejudice and all manner of negativity force us down a path that we had never thought of.  Sometimes it’s not a pleasant path, sometimes we don’t like where we end up but it is that creative energy that enables us to change what is happening to us.

 - Other entries written here by Kerry-


Saturday, September 24, 2011

Being A Good Person; What Is The Point?

Image Source: http://rayarchex.deviantart.com/art/Chao-Good-and-Evil-182695085

Today we, and James, took the bus to a local mall. Unfortunately at our last stop in the mall James realized he had lost his wallet.

Given he hadn’t had the need to use it since boarding the bus to get to the mall, we quickly deducted that he’d left it on the bus. So after calming his frantic state, while we completed a transaction (we bought a video game or two) we sent him off to customer service at the mall to call the bus company.

After giving the public transportation department details they said they would try to contact the buses that we might have been on; the bus from our area to the mall have several busses, about one every 10 minutes, and a route takes about two hours. They suggested we wait for the next couple of busses and inquire with the driver.

We talked to every driver that came by for the next hour and a half…and to no avail. One of the drivers even called dispatch to see if it had been called in, saying that the number to lost and found would be the last office to receive any information on found items.

One of the final drivers said that at this point it is likely that it won’t be returned, there having been about 3 hours passing since we had arrived at the mall.

Luckily, aside from the cash, most everything can be reported and taken care of, and his driver’s license can be ordered/reissued…we just hope it gets here before we have to move.

While waiting for one of the busses a young boy came by holding a small ipod and was asking random people if they’d like to buy it for $50.

“It’s a little bastard like that who probably found your wallet” we tell James, it being clear that the kid had found or stolen the item (meanwhile, the name of the owner is usually in the details of such devices). “He will be the guy in about 10 years with his trunk open in an alley trying to sell stolen stereo equipment or something.”

The whole time we were trying to be optimistic about the wallet being turned in, for James sake because he was extremely distraught. A decent person, seeing a foreign drivers license, would probably assume it is even worse of a thing, losing a piece of ID in another country.

A woman walked by us and sneered at us while sitting holding hands and talking, so obviously that after she passed James mentioned it.

So we a sat and tried to get him to see the bright side of things, that not all was lost…that it’s just money, and a wallet, and everything in it can be replaced; and that maybe it would turn up and someone would return it, because not returning a found wallet with ID (so the owner can be contacted/located) is the same as stealing.

A woman with 6 children surrounding her walks through the mall crosswalk, she yells something to two younger kids who are messing around, she continues to yell in a dreadful manor, screaming at the kids, going so far as to stop in the middle of the second crosswalk and turn to screech at them…so very uncivilized, so very rude; rude to her children, herself, and to the entire public witnessing her behaviour.

During our grocery store stop, and then walking home down the alley we use every day to get to the liquor store, we continued to get irritated. Agitation growing.

“It is things like this, and everything else, that makes it hard to care about being a good person at all anymore.” We begin our rant “What’s the point in being a good person?! From the person who “stole” you wallet, to the people in the top ranks of government…(to every person we witnessed today day) what’s the point anymore? It doesn’t get you anywhere!”

James agreed that pretty much being a good person gets you shafted, and there really isn’t a point.

So why do we do it? Why did we just toss $2.00 in the guitar case of the busker (street performer) outside of the liquor store? Why do we take food to the hungry guy sitting near our apartment complex a couple of weeks ago? Why bother trying to help people who are very rarely there when we need them? Why do we bother paying our bills, being responsible, behaving in public?

From the woman who skipped out on our lease and stole things, sentimental things, from our storage room in the house we own(ed), to the company/organization who canned us when they found our Twitter account and blog, without asking us questions but still referencing it in the firing (the final rant on that subject with links back to here: http://jstcallmefrank.tumblr.com/post/10225508652/god-damn-we-rant-about-our-old-job); to the person who will probably take the cash, try to use the travel cash cards, save the nice wallet, and trash everything else…what’s the damn point?

Thanks, life, for once again validating how shitty you are, and that it’s okay to be shitty…because most people are. Maybe the couple of us who are super bitchy to people shouldn’t feel so bad about it when the rest of us make them feel guilty.
That’s all. We’re going to play on Twitter, drink some wine, eat some pizza and play some video games with The Boyfriend…and make the best of whatever we can, whenever we can…and be less mean to those of us who are hateful bitches…because fuck it…life is a hateful bitch.

~Frank et al


Friday, September 23, 2011

How We Turned Roast Beef Into An Apple Fritter

*drool*
This is just a fluff piece...but you know, not a porn fluff piece. Yeah. We didn't all think that was funny either.

Today at work we learned a lesson. Wait. Lesson? Maybe. In so much as we know how shit works, but this time we put the theory to the test.

We turned roast beef into an apple fritter.

What?!

Yep. We sure did.

We work around a huge array of foods; different departments in our work place make different foods...all departments share one dishwasher though. 

The dishwasher pretty much has run of the food being made, always sneaking buiscuits and bacon, donuts, muffins, whatever he pleases. Why? That's how it works...despite what people realize, one of the most important people in a kitchen is the dishwasher. A top quality one anyway; and as such he gets treated well, if his fellow employees are smart, and not full of themselves.

Why, you ask, is the dishwasher important?

For one, the dishwasher does the shittiest job, cleaning up after morons (us included) who don't have to worry about using too many dishes, don't think twice about how much of the dishpit fills up with pots, pans, hotel pans, bowls, utensils, dirty equipment; in addition to dealing with the mindless cooks, the dishwasher knows where shit is. You need the measuring cup...the ONE that an entire staff shares for some stupid reason (why is there not more than one in that fucking kitchen?!)? The dishwasher knows where it is. 

We know this first hand because we searched on and off one day last week when we needed the measuring cup to make creme brule, and the dishwasher was off sick. So while the dirty dishes piled in the dish pit (it wasn't in the pit though)...we unsucessfully tried locating the measuring cup. The next day dishwasher was there, we inquired about the measuring cup and he took us to it, the place where he figured the evening dishwashers probably put it.

See, they are important. They know where everything you need is located.

Today we were shaving a baron of roast beef - (a large, important section of beef containing both sirloins, or rather a giant cut of good quality roast) - this one was about 10lbs, after cooking. Anyway, we decided to try an experiment today...and so we took a few nice thinly shaved sliced of fresh roast beef over to the dish pit.

"Psst" we said, and the dishwasher turned to see us set the roast beef on the drying rack.
"Thanks sweetie!" he says, all smiles, and later he told us about how he had took the beef, some mustard and a biscuit, and made himself a tasty sandwich.

He's watched us eye the donuts a lot at work over the past few weeks, trying to encourage us to partake (which is techinically theft, so we don't because donuts is not our department) and we always decide not to, because we also don't want to ask the guy, or the woman, who make the donuts, if we can have one for free...we don't like "begging"... or "asking for things".

So today, after sharing roast beef with the dishwasher, he saw us eyeing up the apple fritters in the rack to be sent to the sale floor, we started to reach for one, then pulled our hand back. He saw us do it and tried to get us to take one, we shook our head to indicate we were not going to, so he went ahead and asked the donut maker for us, asking her if it would be alright if we had one.

Of course it was, and so we got to eat our first free donut at work.

What a lame story, right? But if you think about it, it's really a story about scratching each others back, and "who you know"...even if you are only a lowly kitchen worker; and sometimes you should be nice, because nice things can come back to you....even if it's just an apple fritter (just an apple fritter?! Who said that?!)

Have a happy Friday, friends and readers...we're off to do a little public drinking, shopping and going out to eat ... somewhere. It's still up for debate. When you cook professionally, and are educated in food costing, it's an exhauting thing to decide where to eat, where to put your hard earned cash, when you know what the raw materials cost, and what pay cooks make in the city where you live...and realize that the people doing the hardest work are not the ones making any profit...and are barely scratching by...but probably on drugs, and drinking heavily with whatever is left over.

~Ivy, Frank & Cassandra

P.S. you should read yesterdays blog entry too! 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

We’re Not Breaking Up With You, Twitter, But…

Trying To Do a Relationship Right, While Balancing Social Media
all links keep you here, on this blog, unless otherwise noted


So we have this guy living with us now. Some of us are pretty irritated by it, but they are generally a minority, which means they just have to deal with it; plus it’s going to take some adjustment. We've been alone, with each other, and loving it, for a year now.

Sadly one of the things about this new relationship is we are now going to have to schedule time to enjoy social media, more specifically, Twitter; meaning mostly responding to @'s…which takes up a giant part of our time on Twitter – general tweets can be done in mere minutes…it’s the social, not the providing entertainment part (General Tweets), that’s a time consumer.

Big deal! You say. It's only Twitter…

Well, that's like saying, "Big deal, they are only friends!"

We have a lot of friends, and acquaintances, on Twitter, as a matter of fact, aside from Girl Crush, all of our friends in the world are on Twitter (including Fabulous People, a real life friend), all the people we talk to, and some we consider our family. People who know who we are, about us, the things that nobody in our life have ever known…because on Twitter…everyone can flock together.

Now, our immediate blood relations are not on Twitter (Baby Brother is, but we don’t think he uses it much), we visit with them on Facebook, where, incidentally, some of our followers on Twitter, who are our friends on Facebook hang out with us too.  We don’t speak to our family much, ours is the kind that goes months without correspondence. As a matter of fact we have not spoken to The Mother since she was here visiting back in March (which we thought we had written about, but...can't find the entry for), though we did send her a Facebook message letting her know we were going to be arriving back home, tolive with her, again, soon.

All the people who we enjoy talking to are on Twitter, and we also enjoy meeting new people...we love Twitter, as anyone who follows us and has read our social media entries knows. Usually we dedicate a blog entry a week, to every week and a half, to social media, which currently mostly means Twitter….though we are researching and learning more about Klout, and Google +

There isn't a way to do Twitter right (in our opinion, as we’ve written about in You’re Doing Twitter Wrong)...there is, however, a way to do relationships right, platonic and romantic; and we aim to find that balance. Find that balance with our new friends in social media, our new boyfriend in real life…while trying to have time for ourselves.

Big deal?

Well, part of mental health is balancing life (and we're all about mental health...well...some of us); people are part of life, and setting time aside to do what you enjoy is important to a healthy mind, and preventing burn out.

We came home from work yesterday and suggested to James (The Boyfriend) that we come up with, and agree, on time set aside for us to Tweet. He was very happy, and pleased, that we offered a compromise; he knows it will not be easy…

Oh, that's crazy. You say. Twitter shouldn't take up so much of your time, or affect your relationship!*

Guess what, that's like saying you shouldn't watch any television when you get home at night, to relax...or watch a movie, or listen to music...or get high…or have a drink...or spend time with your friends, unless your significant other is with you; or don’t do it all, it’s stupid!

Just because you spend your time the way you do, doesn’t mean the way other people spend their time is any less important.

We don't watch TV; we don’t listen to music, but when those of us who like music listen to it, it is played while on Twitter, and they share it with our friends, sometimes. We don't watch movies, much anymore (maybe 6 all year so far)...we don't go out to eat...much. 

We write, we paint, for enjoyment, but also for therapy; and our entertainment is Twitter.

James has written in his blog about us (that link takes you off of our blog) and Twitter, at least once; about how much we use it, and the kind of time we put in talking to people, following people back, culling lists (which is important…to us); about how much of ourselves we “give” to Twitter, as he perceives it. He says our Twitter usage shouldn't bother him so much because, after all, it's where he met us, after reading about us first here on the blog.

Yes, roll your eyes, it's pathetic, or rather, you think we are, for the amount of ourselves we give for something you think is “only” something. Luckily we don't give a fuck what you think. Our time is our time, just like yours is yours.

We do feel a certain amount of guilt, however, when we are on Twitter and he is tooling around the house, doing whatever, even back when he was only visiting, not living, like he is now. 

We start feeling it at work, when we are excited about getting home to him, but also excited to see what our Tweeple have been up to all day, and then we stress out and get agitated about not having enough time, in addition to all the other reasons we get stressed and agitated.

We also realize that if we spent all our free time with him then we would grow tired of each other, and we are two weeks from unemployment, and a long stretch of winter spending 24/7 with him, and he with us, living with The Mother. Balance, and then more balance.

So, once in awhile we may be writing about mental health, balancing relationships, and social media; or in a broader sense, balancing time in life to include personal time doing what we want, or rather, how important it is to spend free time enjoying yourself.

In the meantime, we’re sorry Twitter, and Tweeple friends, Twitter loves…we may not be able to get to all your @’s, at least not as quickly as you all were once used to…we hope you understand. For now, we’ll try our best.

XO

*Social media affects many relationships…if you Google social media and relationships there are many entries written by legitimate professional publications (like Psychology Today http://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/social-networking) that are researching and discussing the impact social media has on relationships. In addition, they are studying it as a legitimate addiction. http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/positively-media/201005/social-media-addiction-engage-brain-believing

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Our British Invasion

Of course it's all in good fun, the "invasion".
That's right...The Boyfriend will be here in about 4 hours now, flying in from the UK, to live with us...so we're doing to logical thing and drinking. We're not going to spend the last few hours of freedom writing. We wrote last night about how we all feel. 

Well, Frank did, on all our behalf...
We're nervous. 
We're angry. 
We're scared. 
We're indifferent.
We're excited.
We're apprehensive.
We're in love (well, some of us)...

...he's going to be LIVING with us.

In the immortal words of Carrie Bradshaw..."I can't help but think"...what the fuck were we thinking. (sorry, yes, we did it...a Sex in the City reference...)

Okay. Time to go breath into a paper bag.

Meanwhile....here's a crap load of the better stuff from our blog (there are 345 entries here now, as of this posting). You can play catch up, get to know us...or don't...what the fuck do we care? It's a free country (well, the ones we like to live in are).

Now where are those paper bags?! Oh, look! A bottle of wine!  *gulp*

This is pretty much the story of our lives...get to know "why" we are...



Some of our writing on this blog we like to promote (consider them highlights), these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote due to embarrassment over things that some have written - they are here for our own tracking - they are angry, mean, scary things. If you feel like it you can find them on your own (they are in the What We've Been Up To over on the left). Here are the highlights of what we have written so far this year. There are some repeated under different subjects because some blog entries deal with more than one subject matter.




The Mental Health Entries:
Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder
Health:
Work:

Opinion:
Art/Poetry:
Humour/Random/Fun:
Guest Bloggers:
Resources for You - facts, figures and personal stories of other people can be found on these sites:
National Institute of Mental Health: http://www.nimh.nih.gov/index.shtml
American Psychological Association: http://www.apa.org/index.aspx

Canadian Mental Health Association: http://www.cmha.ca/bins/index.asp

Mental Health Europe: http://www.mhe-sme.org/
World Psychiatric Association: http://www.wpanet.org