My tidy room...

Today, I did the unthinkable... I tidyied my room...

Or at least I thought I had - one of my friends came to borrow something off me and, noticing that I'd rearranged my furniture, said this;

"Wow, looks like you've got some tidying to do"

...

Perhaps I need to redifine the work "clean" in my head...

I will call it "Girl Procrastinating"

I've decided that...

...showers in winter in a bathroom with no heater make me sad...

Musings...

I've been reflecting on this for a while but I've realised that I am an extreme version of a "words of affirmation" person. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, a guy called Dr Gary Chapman wrote a book on how people express or feel loved. The five languages listed are;

• Quality Time


• Words of Affirmation


• Gifts


• Acts of service


• Physical Touch

Of course, these are very generallised and often people are a combination of a few of these.

However, below is a diagram arranging these on a line of most relevent to least relevent language for me...

...Ok, so it's not quite that extreme... Physical touch is somewhere in the middle (i'm definitely a hug-a-holic) and gift giving and recieving is somewhere off this page (in the "I so don't get it" section of the line) but you get the point.

The thing I've realised about this though is that I'm looking for affirmation in the wrong place. It hit me at ETC really; I was one of the music organisers and it's a well known fact that in ministry, you shouldn't expect to be thanked very much (which is fair enough - you're not really supposed to be doing it for your glory... but that's getting ahead of myself).

This, was a severe problem...

You see, when people don't tell me I'm doing a good job at something, I start wondering why. Is it because I suck at whatever it is I'm doing? Is it because they don't like it? Do I look funny out the front? Does anybody like me? Am I... What's.... Why?

And so the stress builds up and I start to implode with worry...

This is exactly what happened at ETC. I ended up a in tears a few times because no one was telling me how much they loved the music and that I should keep up the good work!

Now please please please don't get me wrong here; I'm not saying that you all suck for not telling me I'm awesome (that would seriously not be helpful) I'm merely telling you all this to illustrate my point: I need to stop looking for acceptance and affimation from people and start looking more to God.

The way I see it is as long as I'm doing what He tells me to do through the bible I'll be fine. Of course this would be a lot easier to do if I got emails or something from Him to let me know I'm doing ok but unfortunately that's not how it works. I need to learn to do what He wants me to do and to be satisfied with the knowledge that God loves me no matter how good a job I do at it.

Maybe then I'll learn to see the occasional word of encouragement from a friend as icing on the cake... :)

I've been meaning to explain....again...

OK so i'm not sure you can see the circle, but my thumbs don't bend at the second joint - the one closest to my wrist...

So perhaps I should explain...

Alright so I've had a few people ask me to show them my non-bendy thumbs... so I will!




Yes... it is weird... Actually here's a better picture...

So now that I have fully cemented the knowledge that I'm a crazy person in your minds I'm going to sign off with a last comment along the lines of;

"I'm on holidays! Yay!"

heh...

Have you ever had one of those days where odd and unexpected things seem to happen continuously? Well admittedly, neither have I, but odd and unexpected things have been pilling up lately... (it should be noted that these events are odd and no surreal as helpfully pointed out by Adam Hills here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNFbG75hS5Q)

For instance...

A few weeks ago, I discovered that I don't have opposable thumbs. Most normal peopla have two joints in thier thumbs. This helps them grip things, write and freak a large number of people out if they happen to be extra lucky and double jointed. But in a small number of people one of the joints is fused and, tragically, results in a reduced ability to function... or so some people may think (...ok so perhaps I made that last bit up...).

But I say "poo" to them!

I thought I was normal! I play violin! I write! I still freak people out....possibly because i'm "no-jointed" (yeah... made that up to... but I like it) and it's weird... but hey - we don't have to focus on that.

Anway, the odd thing about this entire incident was not only that I discovered it was weird after 20 years of living, but that another of my friends dixcovered the same thing in the same conversation! This resulted in a "no-jointed" high-five and rather strange command from a "normal" person to never, under any circumstances, have children...

Secondly, lately I've been getting weird emails from a hybrid half crocodile, half platypus named (creatively) croco-pus. Apparently he got lost after ETC and now wants the Science and Nursing faculty at CREDO to sing him and song.

So basically, we're being blackmailed by a giant stuffed animal in a SaN t-shirt...

Great

Lastly... it occured to me last thursday that I'm learning how to synthesise illegeal drugs...




Ok so I should really expand on that one hey....

I'm doing a subject at Uni called "Chemistry and Pharmacology of Illicit Drugs" where we literally learn how to synthesise things like ice and speed and then get told not to because we will get arrested.

Seriously, last Thursday I was sitting in my lecture and our teacher suddenly pauses in his explanation of the various clandestine routes of synethsis of methamphetamine and says something along the lines of "and this was quite popular with bikie gangs in the 70s"

I'm going to let you all just think about that for a bit and see if you develop the same mental picture as I have...