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6 Steps to love your self more.

As a person admiring is normal, specially to the teenagers. We cannot stop someone to fall in love with someone.  So many women direct extreme criticism and self-hatred towards themselves. The desire to be perfect can lead to deeply held body image issues; eating disorders and can destroy relationships with loved ones. Here are six simple steps by Brandon Bays, the author of The Journey, to create long lasting results for true self-love and acceptance.

1. Give up the need to be perfect

Do you find yourself constantly criticizing your actions, behaviour and looks? Do you have a mind that just won't shut up? Is there a voice, an internal dialogue that is constantly narrating your life, judging, criticizing, and never giving you a break?

Your mind is driven by fear, doubt and judgment and its job is to keep you safe! Yet rather than befriending our mind, we judge it, fight it and push it away, wishing it would just stop! And so it becomes stronger, as you know ‘that which we resist, persists!’

If you have a strong and persistent mind full of self-judgement then take some time, sit in a quiet place, breathe deeply, close your eyes and invite the mind to come flooding, welcome all thoughts, however random seeming, however harsh.

Really open and allow every thought that ever existed to be here right now. Then notice what happens…

You may also want to thank mind for the wonderful job it has been doing in keeping you safe and protected and let it know it is allowed to rest now. Know that there is nothing to fix and change, you are already perfect the way you are.

2. Don’t compare yourself to others

Stop looking outside yourself for fulfillment. You can't possibly know someone else's internal world and they may be looking at you and thinking the very same thing.

Stop for a moment, take a deep breath in and allow yourself to notice what is around you. What in this moment are you grateful for? Your family, your children, your partner, your health, and the air you are breathing.

Take some time for you and write down all the things you are grateful for in your life, all the people, the experiences, the things you have, the places you've been, the food you've eaten, the small things that you love about yourself.

If you are focusing on what is lacking in your life, you will tend to create that even more. Instead, focus on what is good in your life and see how blessed you already are. Gratitude gives even more to those with grateful hearts.

Make a list of everything you are grateful for, really drink in your list, it’s unique to you! No one outside of you has experienced these things in this way just as no one outside of you can give you the happiness that you seek - it is already and has always been inside you.

You might like to imagine a campfire where you invite the younger you that you are constantly judging, blaming, criticising or comparing with others. And apologise to that younger you for all the comparisons, all the judgments and receive forgiveness and love from that younger you. And allow the younger you to forgive themselves for not living up to your high standards. Say out loud all the words that you weren’t able to say, that you weren’t allowed to express.

3. Stop accommodating other people

As women we are naturally the caregivers: taking care of our children, our family and we have the amazing gift from nature to bring new life into the world. But in today’s world, a woman’s roles doesn’t end with motherhood. Many women are now the main breadwinners of the family and it’s hard to juggle all the roles women are expected to play and remain true to your natural and joyous feminine nature.

When you feel that you are giving too much, perhaps underneath feeling anger, resentment, frustration, then it’s time to stop and really let go of your need to accommodate other people.

Ask yourself:

What does it give me to accommodate others?

If I couldn’t accommodate the needs of others what could happen?

How would that make me feel?

Truthfully have these people even ever asked you to do this for them?

What story am I telling myself when I have to accommodate others?

What would I risk feeling if I had to say no?

What if you were to truly allow your anger now, to fully feel it and allow it to burn through, then what remains? What is the truth?

4. Stop caring about what other people think

Be honest, how many times have you looked at someone and thought they’re too…. loud/quiet, confident/shy, fat/thin, rich/poor, clever/dim, successful/ time waster. Even if you didn’t verbalise your thoughts, that energy still went out into the ethers, creating a projection about someone else based on your perception of them. Was any of it really true? Could you say 100% that your thoughts were accurate? Probably not!

Similarly, when people have opinions about you, they are simply that, opinions based on their perception and how they filter information from the world around them. So it is in fact, a bunch of lies, created by the mind through fear and doubt to judge another person.

Ask yourself can anyone else ever really know my internal world, my thoughts, feelings, experiences, everything that makes me, me? The answer quite clearly is no!

Which do you prefer? To accept who you are, all of you, even the parts you wish were different or to listen to the lies and projections from others? The choice is yours; decide now to live fully expressed as you.

5. Choose to consciously honour yourself

It’s a choice to honour yourself. So often we give credit to others, we notice other’s talents, beauty, but we are much harder on ourselves. It’s time to learn how to be gentle with yourself and show some appreciation.

If you love affirmations, go ahead and start saying them out loud to yourself in front of the mirror. If you love dancing, put on your favorite song and really dance like nobody’s watching. If you like singing, sing it out loud on top of your lungs. Do whatever feels loving, nourishing and celebrates you!

Now, take a moment to sit quietly in gratitude for all that you are. Make a list of all the qualities, talents, moments of giving, caring, kindness, beauty, brilliance, creativity that your own self has given you. Let the list overflow.

Then make a fresh page of praise, expressing your gratitude for being yourself. When was the last time you praised yourself or acknowledged your beauty? It’s time to be reckless: lavish yourself in self-love.

Then find a gift, something significant, just for you. It can be a flower, a piece of music, something meaningful that says, ‘I honour you, I cherish you, I’m grateful.’ It’s time to honour your own self. You deserve it.

6. Give up the search for love outside of yourself

Often we are too hard on ourselves, constantly judging and criticising everything about ourselves, making comparisons with others and feeling that there’s something fundamentally wrong with us.

We become envious of other people who seem to have it all, those ‘lucky’ ones who seem to be more blessed and have it all in life.

We feel the need to fix ourselves and take desperate actions to achieve this. We become attached to our loved ones and crave attention from others because we feel empty without it.

The more love we crave from others, the more we push them away.

And even if we receive the love we crave for, it’s never enough. This empty hole that needs to be filled with all this external love and attention is a bottomless pit.

What if you could feel whole without anyone confirming your lovability? What if it was enough to love yourself fully and accept all of yourself... Even the parts you’re not proud of...

So many of us try to uncover and fix our “flaws” and “imperfections” instead of accepting them, loving them and realising we are already perfect, already whole. Stop trying to find answers outside of yourself.

Unconditional love is at the core of your being. It's the truth of who you really are. It's your own essence. It exists in the core of your strongest emotions. Know that what you are is brilliant, priceless, fabulous. That same essence shines in all of us. We are all diamonds.

The longest love story you will ever have is the one with yourself, so why not to start right now.

If you’d like to discover on a deep level what has been holding you back from loving yourself fully and flourish as a woman, Internationally Best Selling Author of The Journey, founder of the Journey method and world renowned seminar leader in the field of cellular healing, Brandon Bays is presenting for the very first time a women only Journey Intensive workshop where you can release the pain and suffering that is holding you back from realising your true potential as the magnificent shining diamond and glorious woman that you already are.

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London’s Calling

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Chapter Seven: Lonely

Word Count: 2640

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Riley Matthews may be considered a chump to many but she’s clever when it comes to hiding her feelings from her loved ones. In the months that have passed since Riley’s first day of school she has been living two lives. One, the version of reality she shares with her parents each evening when she returns from school, similar stories told to her friends back in New York and two, the truth. 

Riley’s first day of school; the story told to her parents.

Nerve wracking of course, new school, new people but overall she’s positive about it. The people are nice and welcoming, her teachers are helpful and the whole experience was one she rambled on and on about. The brunette spins a similar story to Lucas when he calls her that evening. 

Riley wasn’t exactly sure why she lied to them. Part of her felt embarrassed about the truth. Without seeming conceded, Riley partially thought that she’d be big news at the school, being a new student and American but things didn’t exactly go as she imagined. 

Riley’s first day; the truth. 

Finn dropped Riley off in administration. Riley was then left alone to get her class schedule, locker code and number, along with some school books. Riley then juggled the large pile of books in her hands and searched for her locker. 

After offloading the huge pile, Riley was unsure what to do in her free time so she decided to spend it mapping out where her first class would be. It was only minutes before Riley was approached by three girls. Riley looked at their uniforms compared to her own. Each girl had accessorised in different ways which struck Riley as odd considering the prestige-ness of the school that they’d be allowed to wear the uniform in such a manner. Later, Riley would come to realise that money was exactly why these girls - along with many other students at the school - get away with anything. 

“You must be the new girl,” One of the strangers spoke up. 

“Yeah, I’m, Riley,” She nodded politely. 

“So American,” Another girl let out a gasp. 

“I’m Charlotte, this is Mia and that’s Olivia,” The first girl spoke again, introducing the other girls on either side of her. 

“Nice to meet you,” Riley smiled. For a moment Riley was relieved, had she possibly made three new friends already? No.

“I love your bunches, they’re so adorable,” Charlotte said. 

“My what?” Riley laughed nervously. 

“You know,” Charlotte gently flicked one of Riley’s pigtails. 

“Oh right,” Riley ran her fingers through her hair, “Thank you.” 

The three girls snickered and it was obvious to Riley they were making fun of her but instead of running away and crying like she wanted to she channels her inner Maya. Since the blonde wasn’t there physically to protect her Riley would fight her own battles. 

“I see that you think your little joke was lost in translation,” Riley stated calmly, “I know you’re making fun of me. What I think you don’t understand is that I don’t care.” 

“Whoa, calm down, sweetie,” Charlotte is taken back by Riley’s response, “We’re just looking out for a friend. It’s not cool to wear pigtails, we’re not children.” 

“Oh, well in that case I’ll take it into consideration,” Riley exaggerated a smile, “Thank you.” 

With that she walked away making a mental note to wear pigtails for the next week straight to prove a point to the mean girls. Riley was quietly proud of herself for standing up to them, so much so that she wanted to race home and tell Maya about how fierce she was but as the day went one Riley grew more embarrassed about it and how things were going for her so she decided to give the sugar coded version. 

Riley shared nothing of how excluded she felt, how snobby the rich kids were to her. How she got lost between classes, how one teacher publicly made fun of her for spelling things incorrectly, which in her defence were spelt correctly but the UK and American ways differ. Even knowing this, the teacher still called her out for it and not so delicately reminded Riley that she wasn’t in New York anymore. 

Riley filed the day away thinking it would get better. First days suck, things were new and scary so the little problems probably felt worse to her than they were. She knew this is exactly what Lucas would have told her if she shared her worries with him, still she doesn’t in fear of disappointing him almost. 

When a few weeks pass and things don’t seem to be getting better for the New Yorker she starts to accept that this is how it would be for her now. Maybe it was the school, Riley had met plenty of British people in her building and in passing before whilst she was out and about whom were lovely. So Riley didn’t dare generalise everyone into being from ‘a rude country’. Instead Riley feels that maybe it’s the school, the people in it are from wealthy families and Riley figures that maybe their lavish upbringing has made them less humble. Still, she puts on her best smile and charges through each day. 

Despite the less than pleasant time Riley has had in the weeks since starting her new school there was one tiny light in her life. The Finn of it all. Nice boy, handsome, charming and flirty in nature. He reminds Riley of a British Zay, for that alone she likes him instantly. 

Although, over time Riley becomes very aware of his ‘rich boy nature’ as she more delicately puts it rather than snobbish. He is just as accustomed to the lavish lifestyle that Riley blames the other students behaviours on, except Riley knows Finn doesn’t mean to come across as overly showy. He’s kind to her and for that she’s thankful. For a while Riley is concerned that he’s only being nice to her at his mothers request but as the weeks pass he could have easily dropped her as a companion but he doesn’t.  Finn has offered to accompany Riley to school as his route out of the city and to the high school passes her apartment building. Even though his lavish penthouse is of far more ganjuer to the Matthews’ apartment - even though the family is doing very comfortably with Topanga’s new pay check - it’s still in the same area. 

Riley however, declines politely and opts to take the underground to the main train station where she gets a train to school. Sure it takes her longer than the direct car ride would but something about the travel via underground and trains made Riley feel connected to Maya in a distant way. They always took the subway together to school, only now they took them to different schools. It was weird and she knew Finn wouldn’t understand so she keeps the reasoning to herself and persists on. 

Finn is one year level above Riley but the way his friends act around her you’d think she was still in middle school. It was abundantly clear to Riley that they only tolerated her presence as a courtesy to Finn. At first Riley didn’t notice it, she was already too blinded by her nerves but then she started to catch on to the subtle ways they were making fun of her. Asking her to repeat certain things, the fact that most were laughing at her rather than with her. Riley is very insecure around these people but since Finn is her only friend in this foreign school she wasn’t going to let go of him just yet. 

A light in her life yes, but even with someone on her side it wasn’t enough to keep Riley from her decreasing mood about her lack of communication with her friends. Since they’re all at school now, busy with classes and extra school activities, like science club, art classes and baseball. Not to mention Riley was doing extra study trying to catch up with a whole different curriculum. This made finding time to FaceTime and what not with each of them near impossible. Sure, she managed to text them here and there but Riley was really missing home. 

Even though Riley had been doing an impeccable job of talking things up to her parents they had noticed her lack of socialising outside of school. Topanga was constantly on Riley’s back about inviting friends over or hanging out with them after school and on the weekends. Finn had asked Riley a few times whether or not she wanted to tag along on his plans but Riley never felt comfortable to do so, she didn’t want to intrude and spend the whole time feeling like an outsider. 

But one day, Topanga’s nagging was too much for Riley so she lies to her mom and says she’s going to a party with Finn. Finn had been pestering Riley to come to the party he was hosting at his apartment for the whole week, Riley had dodged a direct answer each time he brought it up but there was no going back now, Riley had to accept. 

When the night of the party rolls around Riley dresses up and Cory drops her off at Finn’s apartment. She’s let in by two complete strangers and she wanders into the sea of people congregating in small groups around Finn’s living space. Riley had only been there once before when Finn’s mother - Topanga’s partner at her firm - invited the family over for dinner. 

Riley stands awkwardly on her own for a moment, the party was loud and buzzing around her. Riley locks eyes with Finn who's across the room. He waves for her come over in which she does quickly. 

“Hello, love,” He pulls her in for an embrace. The British using ‘love’ still makes Riley giggly. 

“Hey,” Riley shouts over the music. 

“Quick selfie?” Finn waves his phone about and Riley leans her head in and smiles for the picture. At least now there would be photographic evidence to get her mother to lay off. 

Once the photo is taken, Riley takes a step back, “So ‘just a small get together’?” Riley laughs at what Finn told her versus what actually was. 

“You know how these things go,” Finn chuckles. “Do you want a drink?”

Riley has a look of panic on her face. No, she didn’t want alcohol. Finn notices her wides eyes and chuckles. 

“It’s okay, we have fizzy drinks too,” Fin says with a smirk, “Or soda,” he imitates a poor american accent. 

Riley loosens up, laughing at her awkwardness and accepts Finn’s offer for a soda. Once they leave the kitchen Finn introduces Riley to a few people from school and a few friends from outside of school. The brunette tags along with her only friend for a while before he leaves her to go mingle. Riley assures him she’ll be fine but ends up sitting off to the side on her own. After an hour of people watching Riley is approached again by Finn. He slots in the seat beside her. 

“What’s got you so down, McCheese?” Finn is obviously slightly intoxicated. 

“I wish I never told you that,” Riley sighs with an embarrassed laugh. 

“Come, come,” Finn stands and holds a hand out for Riley. 

“I don’t feel like dancing,” Riley shakes her head. 

“I want to show you something,” he continues to wave his hand until Riley takes it. 

The Brit leads them onto the roof where Riley is in awe of the rooftop garden. 

“Much quieter,” Finn lets out a breath of relief as he sits on a bench seat and pats the space beside him for Riley to join. 

Riley takes the space beside him, still admiring her surroundings, “It’s so beautiful up here.” 

Finn doesn’t seem too fazed by his surroundings, instead he’s more interested in what’s going on with Riley. “What’s up, buttercup?” Finn says with a laugh, but quickly softens, “When your mom told my mum about you she said that you were quirky, unique, bubbly, loyal..” 

“She said that?” Riley’s mouth curls into a smile. 

“Yeah, apparently she went on and on,” Finn chuckles. “What I’m trying to say though is that you’ve been lovely, but so quiet. I was expecting some exuberant American I could have a laugh with.. Which leads me to believe that you’re not transitioning well with this whole move.” 

“Is it that obvious?” Riley sinks in her seat. 

“You do a good job at hiding it,” Finn playfully nudges her with his shoulder, “But if you want to talk about it I’m here.”

Riley looks at him for a moment and studies his face. She’s uncertain if she should confide in him or not but he seems genuine so Riley opens up. She tells Finn about how she never really wanted to leave New York, which of course, who would want to pack up and leave their life behind. Riley tells him about how she’s finding school difficult, she talks more about curriculum change rather than friends. Riley didn’t want him to feel pity for her and look out for her more than he already does. Then Riley shares her woes about the distance with her friends from back home, how hard it has been lately to find time to speak to them. 

“I guess I just feel a little lonely sometimes,” Riley chews on her bottom lip. 

“You don’t need to feel that way, you have me!” Finn says holding Riley’s hand. 

Riley coaxes her head with a smile and brushes a tear from her cheek. “Thank you.” 

“Besides, there are plenty of ways to feel less lonely,” Finn smiles. 

“Yeah?” Riley asks, desperately wanting to feel more at home here. 

“Yeah,” Finn says and leans in, kissing Riley. 

Shocked at first Riley didn’t know what to do but after a few seconds she pulls away. “Uh, Finn..” Riley presses her fingers to her mouth. 

“I’m just trying to help,” He says with a shrug of his shoulder. 

“I’m going to go.” Riley stands to leave.

“Riley?” Finn grabs her hand. 

“I know you’re kind of drunk but I just opened up to you about how down I’ve been feeling and you tried to take advantage of that,” Riley yanks her hand free, tears building in her eyes again, “That really sucks, ya know?” 

With that the brunette leaves. She calls her father and goes home. Topanga is waiting up on the sofa with a bunch of questions for Riley about how her night went. Riley lies and says she had a blast but was really tired and wanted to go to sleep. 

Once in the comfort of her own room Riley grabs her phone and locks herself in the closet. She freezes at the call screen for a moment, unsure who to ring. Eventually she decides on Maya. 

NYC: 6:13pm  LND: 11:13pm

Maya answers on the second ring, “I am dying to speak to you Riles but I’m about to go out to dinner with mom and Shawn.” 

“Oh, sorry,” Riley sucks back her tears, “We can chat later?”

“No. We chat now.” Maya says firmly, noticing that Riley’s upset, “Honey, what’s the matter?” 

Then she cries and tells Maya about the party and the kiss. Riley keeps the past few weeks of feeling lonely to herself though.

“It’s so stupid,” Riley sniffles. 

“It’s not stupid,” Maya insists. 

“Finn is really nice to me and sure maybe it wasn’t the right time to make a move but even if it was.. It felt wrong.” 

“Because he’s not Lucas?” Maya asks delicately. 

“Yeah,” Riley blinks out more tears. 

“Oh honey...” 

End Note: This is probably my least favourite chapter I’ve written for the whole story but I didn’t know how else to write it.. Riley’s loneliness starts to become a pivotal part of the story so idk. It will do. 

As alway, please review and let me know if you want more! 

Next Chapter: Riley and Lucas finally catch up

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The Pandemic’s Toll on Mental Health and Relationships: What Can We Learn?

When Mark asked me to write a post about the toll the pandemic is taking on mental health and relationships, I didn’t want simply to detail the ways it’s hard to live through a pandemic. Nor did I want to throw a bunch of statistics at you about how many people are having a difficult time. You know that it’s like living in the world’s least entertaining Groundhog-Day-meets-dystopian-thriller film.

If you’re like me, you’re sick of kvetching about 2020. The fact is, though, that I don’t know anyone, myself included, who isn’t struggling in one way or another right now.

After a lot of reflection, I’ve concluded that a big reason why 2020 is so draining is that our usual coping strategies don’t work like we want or expect. Most are aimed at reducing the source of our distress or dealing with the emotional aftermath. This pandemic is ongoing. We’re stuck in the middle of it, with no end in sight, and no way to speed the process along.

That doesn’t mean we’re helpless, though. Personally, I’m a huge believer in practicing self-compassion as a means of coping, almost no matter the situation. I’m talking a formal practice of self-compassion, as outlined by Dr. Kristin Neff and others.1 This requires self-awareness—mindfully tuning in to what is happening in your brain and body—and then offering yourself understanding and grace for what you’re feeling and how you’re responding. It’s perfect for situations like the one we’re in now, where we have little control over our suffering (the term used in the self-compassion literature), but we desire peace.

Because of my background, in the quest for self-awareness, I always look at situations through the dual lens of ancestral health and social psychology. Ever the optimist, I also look for opportunities to learn and do better when possible. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far.

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Facing the Unique Challenges of Living Through a Pandemic

I said I didn’t want to gripe, but let’s acknowledge that the pandemic is taking a serious toll. Survey after survey shows that more people are struggling with depression and anxiety. Distance learning is a challenge. Healthcare workers are under a tremendous amount of stress, as our other essential workers. People are sleeping poorly. Substance abuse is on the rise. 2 3

Which is to say, 2020 is exhausting, for lots of reasons.

Stressors Are Meant to Be Acute

Mark talks about this all the time. Humans are best equipped to deal with brief, intense stressors. We fight, flee, or freeze, and then, assuming a saber-toothed tiger hasn’t eaten us, we recover.

Everything about the present situation is misaligned with our genetic expectations. We’re simply not built to withstand long-term, unyielding stress—not from our jobs, chronic cardio, chronic sleep deprivation, and certainly not from six months of pandemic with no end in sight.

Remember back at the beginning of the pandemic where people were all, “Use this time to work on a new skill, build your side business, Marie Kondo your whole house!”

Lololol.

Now we’re beating ourselves up for feeling unproductive, lacking the motivation to exercise, and craving comfort foods. Instead, we should be lowering our expectations and telling coronavirus, “It’s not me; it’s you.”

Staying Afloat

When it comes to stress, even chronic stress, the goal is usually to eliminate it as much as possible. Here, though, our only real option is to try to keep our heads above water while we wait for things to get better. It doesn’t surprise me that substance abuse seems to be on the rise. When we can’t control stressors, sometimes it seems easier to numb out. The problem is, numbing isn’t coping. It’s avoidance. Drinking a bottle of wine while binge-watching a show may be great escapism, but at best, it’s a temporary fix.

In many cases, our best option is, in fact, self-compassion, radical acceptance, whatever you want to call it, plus a heaping dose of self-care. The trick, I think, is to acknowledge that the goal isn’t to alleviate stress or feel “normal.” It’s to stay afloat long enough to see the other side.

Questions I’m asking myself:

Am I expecting too much of myself, or failing to give myself necessary grace, given the amount of stress I can’t control

Am I using numbing strategies instead of coping strategies?

Mismatch Between Basic Needs and Coping Strategies

I’ve come to believe that many mental and emotional hardships are due to a mismatch between why we’re struggling and what we’re told to do about it.

Let me back up. Psychologists have proposed various models of basic human needs. You’re probably familiar with Maslow’s hierarchy, for example. At the base of Maslow’s pyramid are basic physiological and safety needs (food, warmth), then you work your way up to belongingness (relationships), esteem (pride, accomplishment), and finally self-actualization.

Academics don’t put a lot of stock in it, but it’s stuck around for more than seven decades because it has high face validity. That is, it feels right. We need to attend to physiological and safety needs before we can worry about connecting to other people, and certainly before becoming the best version of ourselves.

Those foundational needs are always more pressing, and all of us are facing novel threats to our safety. Not surprisingly, data from two polls conducted by the Kaiser Family Foundation and one from the U.S. Census Bureau confirm that the mental health toll has been greater for people who have experienced job loss or income insecurity.4 5

Yet, much of the coping advice is aimed at those higher-tier needs—connecting to others, learning a new skill, becoming a zen master. I’ve been guilty of this, too. I love talking about self-care. At the same time, I understand why people are sick of being told to take a bubble bath or go for a walk when they’re worried about paying rent. (I do think social connection is always important.)

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A Problem of Self-Determination

My favorite psychological needs theory—doesn’t everyone have one?—is self-determination theory. SDT posits that humans have three basic psychological needs: autonomy, competence, and relatedness. Unlike Maslow’s hierarchy, there is a boatload of research demonstrating how meeting those fundamental needs, or not, affects motivation and well-being.6

It seems to me that most common coping strategies address competence (developing mastery) or relatedness (connecting to others). However, loss of autonomy—the freedom to control our own actions—is undoubtedly a primary reason we’re struggling.

The problem is, there’s not much we can do about that. The best option is to focus on controlling the things we can control and accepting those we can’t (major serenity prayer vibes, here). I’m not suggesting that we should be reasserting our autonomy by flouting the rules and doing whatever we want, virus be damned. No, the point is to understand why things still feel hard even when we’re trying our best to practice self-care so that we might give ourselves grace.

Questions I’m asking myself:

Am I meeting myself where I’m at, or am I using generic coping strategies that, while well-meaning, aren’t really what I need?

Am I blaming myself or feeling guilty for struggling, instead of accepting that the pandemic is hard in ways that are hard to cope with directly?

What Can We Learn from People Who are Doing Well?

I’m fascinated by people who are actually doing better now than before. Some kids are thriving at home, free from the social and academic pressures of traditional schooling. Lots of adults are realizing that they are happier and more productive working from home.

Getting back to the topic of this post, when I started to dig into the data on how the pandemic is affecting relationships, I expected to find dire news. I didn’t. While it’s logistically harder to see friends or travel to visit distant relatives, many people have seen their close relationships improve.

FThe Behavioural Science and Health Research Department at University College London is conducting weekly surveys looking at the psychological response to the pandemic, along with other socioemotional and behavioral variables. More than 90,000 people have responded. As of writing, data are available for the first 23 weeks here.

In July, week 16, the researchers asked about relationships. The majority of respondents said the pandemic had not changed their relationships with spouses, friends, family members, or coworkers. More people felt that their friendships had suffered since the beginning of the pandemic, compared to the number whose friendships improved—22 versus 15 percent of respondents, respectively. The data were similar for coworkers. However, relationships with some family members and neighbors were more likely to have improved:

27 percent said their romantic relationship got better, while 18 percent felt it was worse

35 percent reported their relationship with children living at home had improved, versus 17 percent who said it had suffered

26 percent had better relationships with neighbors, versus 8 percent worse

I really wish there was more attention to being paid to those people. Why are they doing better? What’s their secret? It must have something to do with the time we have to invest differently in relationships now, but is there more to it than that? Academics are going to be writing about this for decades, I’m sure.

Shaping a “New Normal”

Since we have no choice about living through a pandemic, I hope we can at least learn from it.

When we go back to “normal,” it won’t be—and shouldn’t be—the normal we knew before. The ways people are suffering and thriving both offer important lessons about human nature, our ability to cope, and the ways we do and do not support one another effectively. That some people are doing better during an arguably terrible time is telling. It says a lot about the challenges and shortcomings of our pre-pandemic way of life.

The question is, will we heed the lessons?

What about you—how are you doing, really? Will you go back to “business as usual,” or have you gained any insights from the past six months that will change how you approach things in the future?

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References

https://self-compassion.org

https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamanetworkopen/fullarticle/2770146

https://www.kff.org/coronavirus-covid-19/issue-brief/the-implications-of-covid-19-for-mental-health-and-substance-use/

https://www.kff.org/coronavirus-covid-19/issue-brief/the-implications-of-covid-19-for-mental-health-and-substance-use/

https://www.census.gov/programs-surveys/household-pulse-survey/data.html

https://richarddehoop.nl/upload/file/self-determination.pdf

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The Pandemic’s Toll on Mental Health and Relationships: What Can We Learn?

When Mark asked me to write a post about the toll the pandemic is taking on mental health and relationships, I didn’t want simply to detail the ways it’s hard to live through a pandemic. Nor did I want to throw a bunch of statistics at you about how many people are having a difficult time. You know that it’s like living in the world’s least entertaining Groundhog-Day-meets-dystopian-thriller film.

If you’re like me, you’re sick of kvetching about 2020. The fact is, though, that I don’t know anyone, myself included, who isn’t struggling in one way or another right now.

After a lot of reflection, I’ve concluded that a big reason why 2020 is so draining is that our usual coping strategies don’t work like we want or expect. Most are aimed at reducing the source of our distress or dealing with the emotional aftermath. This pandemic is ongoing. We’re stuck in the middle of it, with no end in sight, and no way to speed the process along.

That doesn’t mean we’re helpless, though. Personally, I’m a huge believer in practicing self-compassion as a means of coping, almost no matter the situation. I’m talking a formal practice of self-compassion, as outlined by Dr. Kristin Neff and others.1 This requires self-awareness—mindfully tuning in to what is happening in your brain and body—and then offering yourself understanding and grace for what you’re feeling and how you’re responding. It’s perfect for situations like the one we’re in now, where we have little control over our suffering (the term used in the self-compassion literature), but we desire peace.

Because of my background, in the quest for self-awareness, I always look at situations through the dual lens of ancestral health and social psychology. Ever the optimist, I also look for opportunities to learn and do better when possible. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far.

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Facing the Unique Challenges of Living Through a Pandemic

I said I didn’t want to gripe, but let’s acknowledge that the pandemic is taking a serious toll. Survey after survey shows that more people are struggling with depression and anxiety. Distance learning is a challenge. Healthcare workers are under a tremendous amount of stress, as our other essential workers. People are sleeping poorly. Substance abuse is on the rise. 2 3

Which is to say, 2020 is exhausting, for lots of reasons.

Stressors Are Meant to Be Acute

Mark talks about this all the time. Humans are best equipped to deal with brief, intense stressors. We fight, flee, or freeze, and then, assuming a saber-toothed tiger hasn’t eaten us, we recover.

Everything about the present situation is misaligned with our genetic expectations. We’re simply not built to withstand long-term, unyielding stress—not from our jobs, chronic cardio, chronic sleep deprivation, and certainly not from six months of pandemic with no end in sight.

Remember back at the beginning of the pandemic where people were all, “Use this time to work on a new skill, build your side business, Marie Kondo your whole house!”

Lololol.

Now we’re beating ourselves up for feeling unproductive, lacking the motivation to exercise, and craving comfort foods. Instead, we should be lowering our expectations and telling coronavirus, “It’s not me; it’s you.”

Staying Afloat

When it comes to stress, even chronic stress, the goal is usually to eliminate it as much as possible. Here, though, our only real option is to try to keep our heads above water while we wait for things to get better. It doesn’t surprise me that substance abuse seems to be on the rise. When we can’t control stressors, sometimes it seems easier to numb out. The problem is, numbing isn’t coping. It’s avoidance. Drinking a bottle of wine while binge-watching a show may be great escapism, but at best, it’s a temporary fix.

In many cases, our best option is, in fact, self-compassion, radical acceptance, whatever you want to call it, plus a heaping dose of self-care. The trick, I think, is to acknowledge that the goal isn’t to alleviate stress or feel “normal.” It’s to stay afloat long enough to see the other side.

Questions I’m asking myself:

Am I expecting too much of myself, or failing to give myself necessary grace, given the amount of stress I can’t control

Am I using numbing strategies instead of coping strategies?

Mismatch Between Basic Needs and Coping Strategies

I’ve come to believe that many mental and emotional hardships are due to a mismatch between why we’re struggling and what we’re told to do about it.

Let me back up. Psychologists have proposed various models of basic human needs. You’re probably familiar with Maslow’s hierarchy, for example. At the base of Maslow’s pyramid are basic physiological and safety needs (food, warmth), then you work your way up to belongingness (relationships), esteem (pride, accomplishment), and finally self-actualization.

Academics don’t put a lot of stock in it, but it’s stuck around for more than seven decades because it has high face validity. That is, it feels right. We need to attend to physiological and safety needs before we can worry about connecting to other people, and certainly before becoming the best version of ourselves.

Those foundational needs are always more pressing, and all of us are facing novel threats to our safety. Not surprisingly, data from two polls conducted by the Kaiser Family Foundation and one from the U.S. Census Bureau confirm that the mental health toll has been greater for people who have experienced job loss or income insecurity.4 5

Yet, much of the coping advice is aimed at those higher-tier needs—connecting to others, learning a new skill, becoming a zen master. I’ve been guilty of this, too. I love talking about self-care. At the same time, I understand why people are sick of being told to take a bubble bath or go for a walk when they’re worried about paying rent. (I do think social connection is always important.)

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A Problem of Self-Determination

My favorite psychological needs theory—doesn’t everyone have one?—is self-determination theory. SDT posits that humans have three basic psychological needs: autonomy, competence, and relatedness. Unlike Maslow’s hierarchy, there is a boatload of research demonstrating how meeting those fundamental needs, or not, affects motivation and well-being.6

It seems to me that most common coping strategies address competence (developing mastery) or relatedness (connecting to others). However, loss of autonomy—the freedom to control our own actions—is undoubtedly a primary reason we’re struggling.

The problem is, there’s not much we can do about that. The best option is to focus on controlling the things we can control and accepting those we can’t (major serenity prayer vibes, here). I’m not suggesting that we should be reasserting our autonomy by flouting the rules and doing whatever we want, virus be damned. No, the point is to understand why things still feel hard even when we’re trying our best to practice self-care so that we might give ourselves grace.

Questions I’m asking myself:

Am I meeting myself where I’m at, or am I using generic coping strategies that, while well-meaning, aren’t really what I need?

Am I blaming myself or feeling guilty for struggling, instead of accepting that the pandemic is hard in ways that are hard to cope with directly?

What Can We Learn from People Who are Doing Well?

I’m fascinated by people who are actually doing better now than before. Some kids are thriving at home, free from the social and academic pressures of traditional schooling. Lots of adults are realizing that they are happier and more productive working from home.

Getting back to the topic of this post, when I started to dig into the data on how the pandemic is affecting relationships, I expected to find dire news. I didn’t. While it’s logistically harder to see friends or travel to visit distant relatives, many people have seen their close relationships improve.

FThe Behavioural Science and Health Research Department at University College London is conducting weekly surveys looking at the psychological response to the pandemic, along with other socioemotional and behavioral variables. More than 90,000 people have responded. As of writing, data are available for the first 23 weeks here.

In July, week 16, the researchers asked about relationships. The majority of respondents said the pandemic had not changed their relationships with spouses, friends, family members, or coworkers. More people felt that their friendships had suffered since the beginning of the pandemic, compared to the number whose friendships improved—22 versus 15 percent of respondents, respectively. The data were similar for coworkers. However, relationships with some family members and neighbors were more likely to have improved:

27 percent said their romantic relationship got better, while 18 percent felt it was worse

35 percent reported their relationship with children living at home had improved, versus 17 percent who said it had suffered

26 percent had better relationships with neighbors, versus 8 percent worse

I really wish there was more attention to being paid to those people. Why are they doing better? What’s their secret? It must have something to do with the time we have to invest differently in relationships now, but is there more to it than that? Academics are going to be writing about this for decades, I’m sure.

Shaping a “New Normal”

Since we have no choice about living through a pandemic, I hope we can at least learn from it.

When we go back to “normal,” it won’t be—and shouldn’t be—the normal we knew before. The ways people are suffering and thriving both offer important lessons about human nature, our ability to cope, and the ways we do and do not support one another effectively. That some people are doing better during an arguably terrible time is telling. It says a lot about the challenges and shortcomings of our pre-pandemic way of life.

The question is, will we heed the lessons?

What about you—how are you doing, really? Will you go back to “business as usual,” or have you gained any insights from the past six months that will change how you approach things in the future?

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References

https://self-compassion.org

https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamanetworkopen/fullarticle/2770146

https://www.kff.org/coronavirus-covid-19/issue-brief/the-implications-of-covid-19-for-mental-health-and-substance-use/

https://www.kff.org/coronavirus-covid-19/issue-brief/the-implications-of-covid-19-for-mental-health-and-substance-use/

https://www.census.gov/programs-surveys/household-pulse-survey/data.html

https://richarddehoop.nl/upload/file/self-determination.pdf

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Best Animated Short (Oscars 2019) - Thoughts

Related Post: Canadians in Animation at the 2019 Oscars

Personally, after watching all five animated films, I can say that all of these people who were nominated were obviously in this industry for a long time. Each piece is masterfully done in their own right, and I feel inspired whenever I watch any short animation like this because I can see the blood, sweat, and tears that goes into each of these. 

I would also like to mention that I’m proud that Bao creator and director Domee Shi is the first woman ever to direct a Pixar short film. She’s also Canadian! What the heck took Pixar so long though?? Who knows??

If you’d like to watch each animated short, I have links to each of them EXCEPT for Pixar’s Bao which is the winner of this category.

Animal Behaviour

I have watched a few animated Canadian films, and I can say that this is definitely a good one. The two main people of this project (Alison Snowden and David Fine) are English animators that are stationed in Canada, and they have been working for a very long time. If you didn’t notice in the credits, Snowden voices the cat herself, and the daughter of Snowden and Fine also worked on this film. She was part of the ink and paint department.

This film might not be the biggest visually, but its the most dialogue-driven in its given category. The humour might not be to your taste, but I found myself laughing. This film is also dedicated to the Vancouver General Hospital.

This was a passion project that was worked on-and-off for around a decade. It was written by Canadian animator Trevor Jimenez who personally lived between two divorced parents himself which is why he says he grew up in Hamilton and Toronto, Ontario. He now works in the U.S. and has been part of several bigger productions such as Ralph Breaks the Internet and Rio. 

This film is probably the hardest to get your head around for new-time watchers who might not be used to animation because the art style is vastly different from what we’re used to seeing like we might see in Bao or other popular Pixar films. However, this is a tale that sincerely comes from the heart of a boy whose parents separated. He still keeps a connection between two parents that try to move on from one another without forgetting a child that keeps them together in the process. I personally really liked this one too.

I don’t know too much about this one, but I thought it was really sweet and cute. For some reason, my mind seemed to think this was the most forgettable out of the five I just watched, but it does make a point of showing an Asian-American girl who is trying to pursue the field of astrophysics which is unusual. Both Bao and this film touch base on what it means to be of Asian descent in both America and Canada (Bao was directed by a female Asian-Canadian).

This one was the most feels-worthy for me. It’s an Irish animated short film about a lady who is being moved into presumably a care home after living a full life.

As someone whose parents are old (because I’m the runt of my bunch and they had children later in life), I feel for this film. This film has such a fluid style in both animation and storytelling that makes it really cool to watch, but it never lets you forget what you’re watching with little room for confusion. Watching a person with dementia is difficult, and this film really pulls that message across. 

Overall:

The winner (as mentioned above) was Bao, and I’m not surprised by that result.

The Pixar short film was good, but I don’t know whether I would qualify it as my favourite on this list. I don’t know which one is my favourite! To me, this is like comparing apples and oranges, and honestly, that’s why I wanted to share these films. Not all of these can be attached to some big incredible movie (hehe), so I think all of these deserve more exposure.

[sherpadoo]

bediquette

“A lovely hostel. 8 dinar/night.  Secure, and centrally located. Checkout is at noon but sometimes the owner will barge into your room at 9am, take your mattress, put a new crappier one in its place, and assure you that you can go back to sleep.”  This is the review that Donna Wheeler failed to write for my hostel in Nabeul.  

And let me give you a piece of advice for dealing with me: if you want to stay on my good side, do not wake me up with a loud knock on the door, shove your way into my room with two other people, assure me that 'this will only take 30 seconds,” take my mattress, explain it's necessary because there's a truck outside, and then appear very confused as to why I'm pissed.  (“But the truck is outside!”)  It will not help your case if you are an idiot that talks too slow and fails to pronounce your words in any meaningful way.  

Upon relating this story in the office of a friend of mine while she was supposed to be working for the Embassy of a country that will remain unnamed, I pointed out that taking one's mattress while they are sleeping is simply bad 'bediquette,' at once expounding a truism and coining a term[*] in a single dialogue.

We were both pretty pleased with the word, and immediately decided that it should somehow result in our becoming very wealthy.  The more astute among you will say, “Wait a minute -- it's your term, why should she get rich off of it?”  

This of course did not escape me, but I was also at a loss as to how to turn a clever word into lots and lots of money and I wasn't exactly going to get into an argument over intellectual property rights before she explained it to me.  

As it turns out, she wasn't sure either, so I guess the word can just belong to everyone -- the way I can still say “You're fired” without having to pay Donald Trump[1] a single penny.  

Other examples of bad bediquette include hogging the covers; kicking the covers that you aren't even using off of the other person and bunching them down to the foot of the bed where nobody has them; 'creeping'[2] someone out of bed; pushing someone off the bed by kicking them repeatedly; leaning in very closely and then making loud I'm-possessed-by-a-demon-but-still-asleep vocalizations right into someone's ear while they're sleeping; and bringing someone breakfast in bed including orange juice and hot coffee, quietly setting the tray on them, and then waking them up with a loud bang or “Oh my God! Poisonous gas!”

Calling someone's species into question following coitus is bad bediquette. Throwing up on someone and going back to sleep is bad bediquette.  Going to sleep first and snoring loudly is bad bediquette.  But plugging a snorer's nose so that he or she possibly has a nightmare about drowning before waking up is acceptable.  

Some people are born knowing these things, and some people are not.

When I was a little kid, I once threw up on myself and my friend and went back to sleep.

I'd had a lot of pepsi and pizza that night, and we'd stayed up late watching normally unobtainable television programs.  I was tired enough that I decided that my whole throwing up was just a dream.  My friend didn't wake up, and I put my head back down into my (puke-covered) pillow.

It was soon apparent to me that it was not in fact a dream, and I wondered if I could actually spend the night with my ear plugged in such a manner or if I would really have to wake up and deal with the situation.  Maybe one of those minor deities like the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny would clean it up for me if I could just sleep through it.  

Maybe it could still be a dream.

Not so.  I woke up the friend whose birthday we were celebrating and broke the news to him, and we did a cleanup job about as good as you'd expect from a couple of 12-year-olds.  We were unable to wake my other friend (I do not remember how hard we tried. . .), so he spent the rest of the night in my pepsi-soaked half-digested pizza.  

Back to the hostel -- I might have simply begun my day after being awakened so rudely, but went back to sleep on general principle (if not spite).  And then shaved in the sink before checking out. I gave back the key and stood expectantly until he asked me what I wanted. . .

Some people say that it is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.  People also say that the best revenge is living well. I do not abide by either. One of them is not good enough. The other I will not allow to be true.  

My good friends, Brad and Heavy, were once jumped outside a hockey game for wearing the wrong jerseys.  When I met them, Brad was pretty excited about getting punched in the face for the first time ever, and was very proud of how he open-hand slapped his various assailants.  As an incredibly athletic 6 foot tall 200lbs man, his poor technique was not particularly relevant.  

Heavy, who has instigated physical conflicts with individuals for infractions as minor as wearing white pants, was in considerably lower spirits.  He had spent the majority of the struggle pinned between a wall and a bike rack getting kicked by yuppies while Brad experimented with different swatting techniques.  And no sooner had Heavy finally got to his feet in all readiness to dole out fiery vengeance than the cops showed up and ended the conflict.  

Heavy wanted to go find the pudgy little pirate that had started the whole thing, but Brad, after being shut down by the waitress assured him that “those guys were losers, and being losers is punishment enough!” Brad then proceeded to brag about how his jaw didn't even hurt.  Heavy assured him that it would tighten up by morning, and within the hour Brad couldn't shut up about how much it hurt, which didn't make him any more inclined to go find the pirate (indeed the prospect of getting punched in the face a second time seemed to have lost much of its original appeal by that point).

Now to me, any group of individuals exhibiting undesireable behaviour should experience a cost comparable to the benefit which that behaviour affords them.  

A group of four attacked a group of two, and suffered no ill consequence for the infraction.  It's bad practice to let a monkey get away violence; it's bad practice to let human children get away with violence, and it's bad practice to let human adults get away with violence.  

For me there is no real difference between dealing with dogs, monkeys, or humans -- you might say that you can talk to humans, but for the most part they don't really listen, and they're responding to little more than tone, gesture and context, just like the monkeys do.  

What they understand is cost and benefit, prospect and consequence. A monkey bites someone and gets a piece of meat, he's going to bite the next person carrying a hunk of meat, too.  But if a monkey bites someone and gets throttled, loses a friend or two, and gets nothing -- well, he is seriously re-evaluating the profitability of the whole biting and stealing thing.  

And here we have these yuppy thugs beating up two guys with no consequence other than a dirty look from a cop and maybe half of them got slapped by a really cheerful badminton player.  Why not cause problems for the next guy wearing the wrong jersey?  

One reason would be because there's that crazy red-headed guy that has the uncanny ability to make his shirt disappear at the utterance of a moderately hostile word who won't leave them alone, keeps beating them up, and keeps asking why they're not wearing white pants.  

If you have one of those guys in your life, you probably don't want two (unless you think that crazy red-haired guys are like those homicide-inducing worms in that episode of X-files[3], where being infected by one will result in death, but when infected with a second the worms kill each other, causing the patient to be cured).

So while a selfish unspiteful guy like Brad is living well and allowing a bunch of thugs to run rampant so that they can be someone else's problem; a spiteful, angry guy like Heavy is doing his part for society, instilling fear and thoughtfulness into those very same people. Living well.  The best revenge need only be carried out once.

And so we come to permission and forgiveness. Let it be known that whilever[4] I am in the room, it will indeed be much much much more difficult and painful to ask forgiveness than it will be to ask permission.  I will make the slogan inaccurate if I have to do it single-handedly, one inconsiderate douche-bag at a time.

So I'm standing there, looking at this guy, and I tell him that I paid for a night of undisturbed sleep.  And he disturbed me.  

He highlighted the fact that he'd apologized, and what more could be done?  I replied that I wanted 2 dinars back.  

Now, one of the things that made me so incredibly mad about this situation is that this guy could have a) told the dude with the truck to come back some other time, b) told me in advance that he would need my mattress, c) put me in a room where the mattress did not need to be taken away at 9am or d) offered me some kind of compensation for my trouble.

He displayed no intention to do any of these things. He did apologize, but it is almost certain that his actions were carried out with the intent of an apology at their conclusion. 'Regret' carries no weight in matters of action.

It's funny how you can make someone do something just by not going away. He only gave me one dinar, instead of two (which amounts to about 67¢ instead of $1.33), but the psychological effect of being compelled to reach into his pocket to give me money because of his own poor behaviour was my desired outcome.  

What I wanted, really, was for him to know that I existed, and that people like me existed.  People that wouldn't let a slight go unsatisfied.

In Yellowstone National Park they found that the very idea of a wolf in the mind of an elk affected its browsing habits and thus the growth pattern of the forest, resulting in an altered community structure [5]. Elk who have never encountered a wolf before browse anywhere without fear, which prevented new trees from growing and inhibited the populations of various other species.

The reintroduction of wolves had almost immediate effects: the elk stepped into line, new trees began to grow, and shit got done.  Maybe this guy had never seen a Sherpa before, but now he knows that people like me exist.  The next time there's a truck waiting for a mattress, he won't be sure if the person sleeping on that mattress is a Sherpa or a Brad (Heavies you can see from a pretty long way off. . .), and he is more likely to be inclined to behave differently -- perhaps more considerately or fairly.  

One might suppose that the existence of a diligent press can have the same effect on the behaviour of politicians; indeed we might all be well served by a healthy wolf reintroduction into that arena more than any other.  

It should be noted that, not surprisingly, upon giving me the dinar, he told me not to bother ever coming back.  I had of course anticipated this, and had considered the likelihood that I would ever return to that town, and the corresponding probability that he would remember me if I did.  

In instances where there is some question as to the most reasonable course of action, one can often allow a trusted rule or principle to guide you.  In Chess, you may often hear “When in doubt, push a pawn.” It is generally true, but I will spare you the analysis and justification.

In this case, there was indeed a guiding principle that lay my path before me:  Never Let Someone Cross You for Free.  Neither Rome, Genghis Kahn, Braveheart, Cachito, or the Sahara Desert would allow themselves to be crossed without consequence, and what rational creature would haphazardly throw down the gauntlet before any one of them?  

You might think that this policy only has tangible effect (in game theory, for example) when players interact with each other repeatedly or when the results of interactions are communicated to broader populations.  

Since I will probably never see this guy again and the interaction was not televised, you may argue that it was a waste of energy.

To this I say: 1) I got a dinar 2) I take heart in knowing I gave cause for him to modify his behaviour in future interactions with others (a version of my kindness to strangers. . .) 3) If everybody did what I did, there wouldn't be so much crap to put up with in the first place 4) there is something to be said for the air of a person who doesn't let shit slide. Be it an imprint on the universe, or the attitude that results when you are pleased with yourself, or even the pheremonal change resulting from not being dominated.  It could perhaps be delivered more palatably by suggesting that we communicate our habits.  A related question is how well do we mask our habits, and how selective are we between the two?  Another discussion, certainly.  

But once we have chosen to be true to ourselves, one might argue that all other decisions follow, and there are no other decisions to be made:  your course of action is set before you.  

When you are made aware that this is the choice being faced -- the choice of whether you will look in the mirror with satisfaction or disappointment -- is there any question as to what you will choose?  

Don't despair if you've known yourself to fail this test, because as long as you live you will ever be put before this same fork in the road.  And it will be a difficult decision until you finally realize that you can not appease disappointment in the mirror with anything but gumption (Not including the context in which you are a suspect in an interrogation room behind two-way glass and the detective looking on is disappointed that you're not guilty, especially because you are making the case for your innocence with great gumption and his disappointment is more arising from the fact that he will be late for dinner again because he still has no real lead on the case. That kind of disappointment 'in' the mirror won't be appeased by gumption at all.  But I'm not talking about that) .

Until the next coalescence of prime numbers in our somewhat arbitrary dating system,

Sherpa

Don't Tread on Me

* I'm sure many of you will point out that a simple internet search (via google or duckduckgo, whichever you prefer) reveals that the term 'bediquette' is already in ciculation.  I am now sure that I will not be widely credited with coining the term, but I wonder if any of those other people managed to somehow turn a profit from their vocabularic innovations. . .

1. what a douche bag

2. a gradual process in which you continuously crowd and lean on the person you're sleeping with, so that over the course of the night they are inched towards the very edge of the bed and are forced to either get out of bed and go to the other side, or else fall right over the edge

3. X-Files Season 1 Episode 8, “Ice”

4. one more brand new word from sherpa -- pronounced: 'WHILE-EVER'

5. Ripple and Beschta, 2004. “Wolves and the Ecology of Fear: Can Predation Risk Structure Ecosystems?” Bioscience 54(8):755-766 http://www.cof.orst.edu/leopold/papers/04_August_Article_Ripple.pdf 

[gaiatheorist]

Eating Disorders.

There’s a piece in The Guardian this morning “GPs are failing people with eating disorders.” Welcome to the twenty-first century, where it is acknowledged that disordered eating blights and takes lives, but there isn’t a cohesive network to prevent lasting damage, and death. There are NHS resources in place to address obesity, which is proven to curtail life, and cause additional expense to the service, but very little at the other end of the spectrum. That focus on obesity, for those vulnerable to disordered eating, may well be part of the problem, for every patient who successfully loses the weight the doctor advises, how many take the message the wrong way? 

That’s not a criticism of the NHS, the service is being pulled apart by the insidious top-down efficiency drives, and it is evident that more people are overweight/obese on presentation to services than are demonstrably suffering from eating disorders. ‘Demonstrably’ is the issue, because the vast majority of people with eating disorders maintain a ‘normal’ weight, I can’t use the word ‘healthy’, because the self-harming crossover into disordered eating is vast, immeasurable. A person with an eating disorder, unless they’re at the very extreme ends of the spectrum, quite often appears ‘normal’, and the physical/mental health links are generally unexplored. There is no funding in the NHS-pot for addressing lower-level mental health issues, and so the cycle perpetuates, until needs become acute. Even at the acute end, provision is limited. People will die, families will be bereaved.

I skimmed another article yesterday, about the reluctance of frontline health staff to TELL people they need to lose weight, which links in neatly to the disordered eating angle. Personally, I have never been advised to lose weight, but, in 40 years of accessing NHS services, even when I have presented with a BMI between 17 and 19, disordered eating has never been broached either. “You could gain another 2st, and still be OK.” around 2005, when I was concerned about a pulsating, palpable ‘lump’ in my abdomen being an ectopic pregnancy. (It was my aorta, I had so little visceral and subcutaneous fat that my aorta was palpable.) Then again in 2016, on admission to hospital for elective surgery, “Have you lost a lot of weight recently, is your appetite OK?”, yes, I have, and no, it isn’t. Curious, that when I presented at my GPs surgery concerned at my inability to maintain weight, my superficial assurances that yes, I was eating, were enough to close down any discussion about mental health, or eating disorders. Occam’s razor again, start with the physical, and, because the NHS is over-stretched, start with the least expensive. I wonder how many people with eating disorders just don’t go back to the GP after a colonoscopy? (Colonoscopy is HORRIBLE.)  

I need to clarify here that my weight-loss wasn’t linked to any eating disorder, but that’s exactly what a person with an eating disorder would say, which is part of the problem. The way I under-disclose how much I smoke, or drink? I suspect a lot of us are guilty of that, we know what we’re supposed to do, so we manipulate the figures a little bit, that, in relatively ‘normal’ mental health. In poor mental health it can be much more opaque and occluded. A person in the grip of an eating disorder will justify and normalise their behaviours, there is much crossover between self-harming and addictive behaviours, and the occlusion is often a major issue. In the initial stages of disordered eating, the person generally feels that they are in control, justifying counting and weighing as normal, it takes time for the health impacts to become apparent, by which time lasting damage may already have been done.

As is ever the way with me, I’m going to skew to Slimming World and such, with the internet reaching all of us, everywhere, and the ‘slim is sexy’ angle. The aesthetic objectification of ‘this’ body-type for women, and ‘that’ body-type for men has a powerful pull for those vulnerable to disordered eating, and the ‘healthy’ or ‘positive’ body-image can be thrown by the wayside in the search for perceived-attractiveness. The you-won’t-do is eclipsing the OK-to-be-me, and, for individuals susceptible to disordered eating, that is very dangerous indeed. You would need to be living under a rock not to know what the recommended BMI-range is, what the guidance on alcohol and fruit-and-vegetables-per-day are, I can’t comment on TV advertising, because I don’t watch much TV, but the internet is awash with weight-loss adverts.

Hello body-image dysmorphia. Now, at the age of 40, I accept that my body is not perfect, but I also acknowledge that a certain degree of maintenance is necessary, this vehicle that transports my thoughts requires fuel and care, or it will fail. This meat-we-don’t-eat, this incrementally failing vessel, for all the scars and tattoos and bits I don’t particularly like, is not my enemy, it is my body, and it’s the only one I have. A person with an eating disorder wouldn’t necessarily view their body that way, I remember describing myself as ‘fat, and flat-chested’ when I was 15, and refusing to accept assurances from others that I was neither. As a society, we need to adjust mindsets, to move out of the ‘attractive’ ideal, and into the ‘healthy’, or more people will suffer and die. The pervasive perpetuation of ‘pretty’ has a lot to answer for, and not just in terms of insecure 15 year old girls.

GPs may well be failing people with eating disorders, but the wider issue is more complex. The aesthetic-objectification feeds into negative thought-patterns, which can, in some individuals, lead to lasting harm, or worse. I accept that some of my tangent-skewed thought-patterns are deviations from the accepted norms, and I don’t claim to be ‘right’ about everything. My nose is wonky, because it has been broken three times, I don’t care, it’s just my nose, I only really use it to balance my spectacles on, and check if the milk is OK. My skin isn’t the honey-gold smooth and perfect landscape that adverts suggest is desirable, I don’t care, I can cover up the vast majority of it with fabric, and it’s sort-of useful for stopping my internal organs from touching slightly-disturbingly-damp seats on public transport. I’m an oddball, and I know it, I don’t buy-in to the “This *whatever* will make you happy!” mentality, because the only factor in anyone’s happiness, really, is their own mental state. You could have all of the puppies, and rainbows, and bunches of flowers, all of the expensive shoes and loving hugs in the world, and still be unhappy, or not-content. 

I am content-enough, and I would like more people to be so. There is no ‘truth universally acknowledged’ that human beings HAVE TO support each other, but, in these testing times, wouldn’t that be better? A GP, or a nurse, or whoever, can’t possibly screen for everything all at once, they’re line-of-best-fit on whatever their management says they should be targeting, it isn’t that they DON’T care, it’s quite often that they don’t have the time to. Additional support services are fatigued and fragmented, there is very little in the way of early intervention for eating disorders, where the negative behaviours could be addressed before they become harmfully embedded. We need to step up, all of us.

I can’t remember how long ago it was that I attended ‘Child Protection- Schools on the Front Line’ training, probably five or six years ago at least, but that was a telling indicator of how that particular area of expertise was being farmed out. The trend has continued, with services folding and not being replaced, not just in respect of children, although children and young people are my particular ‘niche’.  We are all ‘On the Front Line’, as adults with compassion towards each other. Eating disorders are immeasurably complex, there will be as many reasons for developing disordered eating as there are individuals suffering in the grip of them. We, as a society, need to dismantle the myths around eating disorders, and step in, to help. Very few people are comfortable talking about it, which feeds the ‘hidden’ element, and increases the burden of shame on the individual suffering. That’s not OK.

Enmeshed in the myriad reasons and causes is the ‘attention seeking’ myth, which is one of the most uncomfortable angles to explore. To my mind, adults competing for that Slimming World basket of other people’s cupboard-clearance are as guilty of ‘attention seeking’, but that behaviour has become normalised. A person in the grip of an eating disorder is rarely consciously ‘seeking’ attention, although there may well be an unacknowledged need for attention to resolve the initial cause of the disorder. As with many other negative behaviour patterns, and mental health disorders, an eating disorder can be a symptom, rather than the whole of the issue.

It is ‘self-inflicted’. It is. In the 1990s, the ‘lad-ettes’ were drinking themselves unconscious, and comparing hangovers as a badge of honour, it has taken 20 years or more to arrest that self-injurious behaviour, but nature abhors a vacuum, and another tends to slip in. To dismiss someone suffering from poor mental health as self-indulgent is utterly abhorrent, and perpetuates non-disclosure.

“But you look fine!” Catch-22, between the dysmorphia-distortion, and the you-won’t-do ideologies, a person with an eating disorder doesn’t FEEL fine, and continues to attempt to control their weight, often, but not always, because it is the only thing they feel they can control. Again, a person with an eating disorder, unless extreme, will quite frequently fall within the ‘normal’ weight-range. They won’t accept assurances, because their self-image is skewed. In my personal opinion, compliments based on appearance can be harmful for individuals with eating disorders, but, again, it’s normalised, and that’s an enormous unpicking-task. Please, give compliments, but tangible, specific ones, praise someone’s work, their thought-process, their bloody blouse if you want, but this “You look fine to me.” when someone comments they want to lose a couple of stones isn’t helpful.

“You need to eat more pies.” That’s a completely personal one, and was said to me by other adults, in more than one way during a period of my life when I was incredibly underweight. For me, that was offensive, that another adult could be so dismissive and flippant about the fact that, if I didn’t dress carefully, every single one of my ribs was visible. For a person with an eating disorder, that could be terrifying, it’s not uncommon for food-phobias to develop, fears that certain types of food will cause choking, or vomiting, throw in The Daily Mail’s cancer-list, and incredibly restrictive eating patterns can develop. The restrictive eating, and obsessive behaviours lead to genuine physical health issues, we all know about the osteoporosis risks, but people with eating disorders are at risk of a plethora of other issues while-ever their needs are not addressed.  

Eating disorders are less about food than feelings. Every fraught parent demanding their child clear their plate means well, but it’s not really about the food, and in some circumstances, the force-feeding accentuates the emotional turmoil, although the intention is not to cause harm. The journalist Mark Austin made that point perfectly clear, an intelligent, rational man, who had, at one point, become so frustrated with his own daughter, he’d told her “Go on, starve yourself to death.” The feelings, the emotional state of a person in the grip of an eating disorder appear rational to them, it is a mental health issue as well as a physical one.

Time to talk, and time to change. There are more and more unaddressed mental health needs, because there are less and less available services. We all need to step in, and fill the gaps in whatever way we can. The conversations are uncomfortable, if it was easy, nobody would have a problem, but shying away from having the conversations embeds the shame and occlusion. The shame leads to non-disclosure until the issues are incredibly entrenched, and not every over-stretched health professional can join the dots on the vague presenting symptoms. If I turned up at my GP surgery next week, and complained of tiredness, aching joints, disrupted sleep, headaches, mood-swings, hair-loss, and all the rest of the ‘stress’ symptoms I’m currently exhibiting, I’m fairly confident that diet wouldn’t even be mentioned. I’d likely be either offered SSRI medication, or sent for blood tests. (SSRI medication causes weight-gain in some people, and they stop taking it.) 

Contentious, isn’t it? We’re socially conditioned not to comment if someone has gained weight, becoming increasingly obsessed with losing weight, and eating disorders are going unaddressed because they’re so poorly-understood amongst the general population. More awareness is needed, in order that the issues can be addressed at an earlier level, where intervention would be less costly, both in monetary terms, and in terms of acute-care facilities being so geographically sparse that families are massively disrupted. It isn’t the ‘weight’ that kills people with eating disorders, it’s the wait.

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Ravana’s Lanka

So I just got back from Sri Lanka, Land of the Demons in Ramayana.

Not quite hahaha. The people there are very friendly and approachable. They are just genuinely nice and sincere folk. I don’t think they’re demons at all.

Anyway! I’m going to pen down some of my thoughts regarding the trip. I’m doing this because my Nana told me that it may be a good idea to take note of my experiences in all the different countries I’ll be visiting this year (which is a lot, mind you, in the run up to Cambridge), and I figured I’d take his advice!

I had initially wanted to do a post about like my New Year’s Resolutions and Plans for 2017 early in January, but as you can see, that is not working out too well. Too lazy lewl.

I’ll get around to it! I think I need it to crystalise my objectives for this year, and hopefully be able to achieve them. But, first, as I’m leaving for India early tomorrow morning, reflections on my experience in Sri Lanka.

Right, so Sri Lanka is a wonderful place with great people. It’s not super wealthy, nor is it extremely clean. The sidewalks, train stations, roads, buildings have a coating of dust and grime, but that’s it. If one looks closely at the streets of Colombo, the busy commercial capital of Sri Lanka, one will find that there is no rubbish or trash. Sure, you’ll see the odd bottle or can or tissue, but they are few and far between. Honestly, it’s very clean if we’re talking about litter. Yeah, the streets don’t sparkle but neither do they stink, and we didn’t find any rubbish. At least, not enough to be an eyesore. I was genuinely impressed - you would think that Sri Lanka is an extension of India, due to proximity and history, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Well, at least the India and Kolkata I remember. I hope I’m wrong and that things have improved! Anyway, I’ll find out tomorrow.

This cleanliness extended to Kandy as well, a hill station-town in central Ceylon. Basically, Sri Lanka’s geography is as such - plains and flat land near the coast, with more and more mountainous regions towards the centre. Kandy was nice and the people were too! Some tried to speak to us in Hindi, which wasn’t too fluent but we appreciated the thought. Of course, they were trying to sell us things, but once we told them we weren’t interested, they stopped. Instead, they asked us where we were from, how we were liking Sri Lanka - just, trying to get to know us. I found that incredible. I’m used to people trying to sell me things all the time, despite my repeated refusals. To go to Sri Lanka and have people stop after a single refusal, and then continue the conversation for the sake of being friendly and nice, was honestly new to me. I loved it, and I honestly felt that Sri Lankans are a sincere and friendly bunch. This behaviour wasn’t isolated; we saw it in Colombo, Kandy, Hatton and in the Hill Country.

We didn’t see much in Colombo and Kandy. Colombo - because we didn’t have much time (we were only there for a grand total of I think 12 hours?) and Kandy because, well, not much to see there haha. It’s a lovely place, but it’s a small town. There’s a beautiful lake though, which we walked around, as well as a nice temple by the side and a Big Buddha up on a hilltop which gave us a good view of the entire Kandy too. But that’s pretty much it. I would still definitely recommend people to go there - it’s a nice place to stay for a day.

The highlight of the trip was the Hill Country near Hatton. We stayed in luxurious bungalows in the hills beside a lake and had the best time. It was expensive, but the food was incredible and the service was top-notch - really, a different level from your mainstream luxury brands like Hilton and Marriott. I honestly can’t really describe how well looked-after I felt. And every morning we woke up to a beautiful view of the lake, a sumptuous breakfast and subsequently a relaxing day with more delicious meals. I would strongly recommend everybody to go there, seriously. I loved the place.

I don’t really have any reflections on the trip I guess? I wasn’t really moved by my experience there. Sure, I love the people, love the place, and enjoyed myself thoroughly, but that’s about it. I guess I’m not a very deep person - I’m content to just enjoy things without looking for a deeper meaning. But, well, the experience did allow me to meet Sri Lankans, who are all (so far) very warm and hospitable people. It showed me how a city can be like an Indian city and yet be unlike an Indian city as well - chaotic, hustling and bustling but clean. I learned that doing things in an ordered, structured way, although personally preferable, is not the only way of doing things. Dad’s always been trying to tell me that there is a beauty in the chaos and humdrum of an Indian city, and I think I’m finally coming around to see it. You know, Sri Lanka isn’t rich or a stupendously advanced country. People still use axes to chop wood, pick tea leaves by hand and utilise many low-tech ways of doing things. But they are happy and friendly - as we walked through the villages in the hill country, men, women and children would wish us ‘Good morning’ or just say hello. Once we walked past a school and were greeted by a chorus of ‘Hello!’s from the kids, who were standing outside. While on the train, we often saw Sri Lankan families standing near the tracks with their kids, to show their kids the trains as they rushed past. More often than not, the children would be vigorously waving to the passengers on the train, for no other reason than to just say hi. If you waved back, you were rewarded with a fractionally prolonged and more vigorous wave!

I guess what Sri Lanka taught me as we need to focus on the right things in life to be happy. There is no doubt that Sri Lankans are a happy bunch, happier than most, if not all Singaporeans. They are not as rich, not as successful, yet they have wider smiles and, I believe, warmer hearts. I honestly believe that this happiness and cleanliness has something to do with Buddhism as a religion. It does preach cleanliness, balance with the environment and looking after one’s family, and 99% of Sri Lankans say religion is an important part of their daily life. I guess Buddhism that way is a good religion - it started as a way of life created by the Buddha, not a means to worship gods, which in turn led to it being more worldly and less militant.

Happiness is a state of the mind. If you focus on your family, friends and the people in your life, then I believe we can be truly happy. I can’t hold a conversation with money, no matter how high the denomination of the note. Money won’t love me more than it does the shop-owner whose hand I place the money into. Sri Lanka has shown me that to be happy, love your family, be kind and sincere to others and focus on the good in life. And it helps to live in a country blessed with natural beauty.

Side note on Tennis: I’ve started playing again and realised that my Match Tennis and Rally Tennis are vastly different. I play Tennis much better while in non-competitive rallies than during a 6-game set. So, my aim is to push more of my rally game - the hard hits and angle shots - into my match game. To do that, I’ll keep mentally telling myself to “spin, low to high, exhale” for backhands and “tense, spin, exhale” for forehands. And I’ll keep trying to hit harder and harder. This will probably bring me to losing most of the sets I play. But I will accept that. Losing is not okay, but my primary objective is to be able to play harder and better during matches - up to the level I play during rallies. It takes experience. So, to achieve this hard-hitting, hard-running match play, if I have to lose a few sets, so be it. In the long run, these few sets will mean nothing when compared to an improved, harder match play.

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Most favorite Children toys To Pick Doh and Peppa Pig toys

This is a difficult errand to trawl distinctive plaything retailers everywhere through the entire city with the objective that one could locate the best gadget to your child. It used to be diverse before, isn't that right? Back then, there used to be that a person thing that each of the youngsters numerous. We are certain that you your self handled Santa Claus for the a single gadget every one of your companions had. Way back in our time, it was actually the G.I. Joe activity stats for boys and barbie dolls for young ladies.

Despite, everything has modified at this moment. Restrictiveness may be the name of your amusement. Nobody requirements what everyone has. Each little one needs that really amazing thing that not any other youngster has in order that the restrictiveness of the stuffed toy is held up. Guardians don't typically receive the moment that children require an issue that not one of their companions have. They don't comprehend the oddity estimation of any original gadget!

Regardless, on the other hand, some toy will dependably keep undying around the grounds that, nicely, they are truly magnificent and there was some thing about the subject And some time through which these people were produced, that provides them an enduring improve.

There are some brand names that will make youngsters' toy. Being a parent you want to actually have obtained the best one for your kids. One of many specifics that you should recollect for that is the information how the gadget transmits to the child. One more crucial aspect to think about is whether or not the gadget is suitable for the age. In all honesty, several manufacturers organize their toys in a variety of era bunches. This makes it less stressful to acquire the right choice as possible certainly have the toy ideal for age your kids. Certainly, when you happen to be not taking hold of the right plaything according to age, it might not call your youngsters at all.

Are Garbage Vehicles Boy's Preferred Play Doh toys?

You will find a variation in behaviour the outdoors of girls and boys from the earlier era. In addition, it mirrors within their choice and selection of perform things and toy. You can observe it yourself when you give you a doll along with a automobile to your kid, nine away from ten times you will discover a great probability that he will grab the stuffed toy automobile and then leave the doll apart. Although you will find a very wide variety of toys provided by that you can pick one for your son but it is found out that rubbish automobiles inside the Play Doh toy selection is usually enjoyed by boys.

The one thing that this vast majority loved about Play Doh was it was non dangerous. You could potentially actually consume this stuff and not come to be unwell. The salty preference might not be exceedingly engaging but instead it was actually certainly not likely to execute you. What's far more, trust it or otherwise not, little ones tried to try to eat this stuff. Drove their individuals entirely up a divider.

Proud of the Toy

You can see how very pleased your son is by using his garbage motor vehicle and exactly how engrossed he or she is with it the entire day. This is a frequent characteristic among guys that they love the noise the stuffed toy can make, the crudeness along with the stressful the outdoors of this. They want to discover how it consumes in the trash gotten as well as the after that immediate dumps it all out at the back from the vehicle. They enjoy to fool around with all the vehicle and cracking out the information which his beloved Play Doh toys say. As a result, be ready to cope with disturbance, recall there is not any amount chaos and level at home but enjoy to see your child enjoy the actions of the trash vehicle.

Forms of Garbage Autos

There are actually an array of this kind of rubbish autos that happen to be very well liked among young men. The Peppa Pig toy tale 3 is incredibly loved by guys of numerous ages. Additionally, there are Lego units that are also in great desire between young boys as well as a number of rubbish pickups experiencing diversified functions inside it. You can also present your boy using a wife and husband tiny car which could hold the pig toys Story stats on them.Just talk with your boy and learn his likes and dislikes to gift him the best rubbish pickup van he will like to obtain.

Peppa Pig is surely an lovable yet fairly bossy very little pig. She is 5yrs of age and lives with Mummy Pig, Daddy Pig And George. Peppa loves to enjoy Suzy Sheep (her nearest companion), going to Granny and Grand daddy Pig, and caring for George. A big portion of all, Peppa cherishes jumping throughout in careless puddles, snickering and making boisterous grunting noises.There have been heaps of other little being figures and toy that have detonated into the industry through the years and many them like, Winnie the Pooh and obviously Babe piglet from your comparable layout are already extremely well recognized.

Strong toy for Difficult Avid gamers

There are many boys who enjoy playing hard and a few are even really harmful. You can find Peppa Pig toys for them also. You could buy a Bruder pick-up van which is a ideal gift for kids who are recognized to be involved in more challenging toys. They are able to include extra appendages such as a fine sand container. These additional appendages can come without the need of fasteners and are made up of hard plastic which makes them extra sturdy and durable. These toys are so difficult that your particular son can play it outdoors even.

Trucks With Unique Characteristics

You can also find some powerful pick-up pickup trucks which include some kind of special characteristics just like the Tonka automobile. They may be virtually like all other pick-up pickup trucks in built and condition although the modern kinds come with professional features constructed within. You can find control keys that make kinds of sounds when have and pressed the opportunity to set cans easily. So, if you buy strong and durable pickup trucks like Tonka and Bruder, you do not have to worry that your son will destroy the toy the moment you give it to him.

[spidermangamesonlisa-blog]

Most favorite Children toys To Pick Doh and Peppa Pig toys

This is a difficult errand to trawl distinctive plaything retailers everywhere through the entire city with the objective that one could locate the best gadget to your child. It used to be diverse before, isn't that right? Back then, there used to be that a person thing that each of the youngsters numerous. We are certain that you your self handled Santa Claus for the a single gadget every one of your companions had. Way back in our time, it was actually the G.I. Joe activity stats for boys and barbie dolls for young ladies.

Despite, everything has modified at this moment. Restrictiveness may be the name of your amusement. Nobody requirements what everyone has. Each little one needs that really amazing thing that not any other youngster has in order that the restrictiveness of the stuffed toy is held up. Guardians don't typically receive the moment that children require an issue that not one of their companions have. They don't comprehend the oddity estimation of any original gadget!

Regardless, on the other hand, some toy will dependably keep undying around the grounds that, nicely, they are truly magnificent and there was some thing about the subject And some time through which these people were produced, that provides them an enduring improve.

There are some brand names that will make youngsters' toy. Being a parent you want to actually have obtained the best one for your kids. One of many specifics that you should recollect for that is the information how the gadget transmits to the child. One more crucial aspect to think about is whether or not the gadget is suitable for the age. In all honesty, several manufacturers organize their toys in a variety of era bunches. This makes it less stressful to acquire the right choice as possible certainly have the toy ideal for age your kids. Certainly, when you happen to be not taking hold of the right plaything according to age, it might not call your youngsters at all.

Are Garbage Vehicles Boy's Preferred Play Doh toys?

You will find a variation in behaviour the outdoors of girls and boys from the earlier era. In addition, it mirrors within their choice and selection of perform things and toy. You can observe it yourself when you give you a doll along with a automobile to your kid, nine away from ten times you will discover a great probability that he will grab the stuffed toy automobile and then leave the doll apart. Although you will find a very wide variety of toys provided by that you can pick one for your son but it is found out that rubbish automobiles inside the Play Doh toy selection is usually enjoyed by boys.

The one thing that this vast majority loved about Play Doh was it was non dangerous. You could potentially actually consume this stuff and not come to be unwell. The salty preference might not be exceedingly engaging but instead it was actually certainly not likely to execute you. What's far more, trust it or otherwise not, little ones tried to try to eat this stuff. Drove their individuals entirely up a divider.

Proud of the Toy

You can see how very pleased your son is by using his garbage motor vehicle and exactly how engrossed he or she is with it the entire day. This is a frequent characteristic among guys that they love the noise the stuffed toy can make, the crudeness along with the stressful the outdoors of this. They want to discover how it consumes in the trash gotten as well as the after that immediate dumps it all out at the back from the vehicle. They enjoy to fool around with all the vehicle and cracking out the information which his beloved Play Doh toys say. As a result, be ready to cope with disturbance, recall there is not any amount chaos and level at home but enjoy to see your child enjoy the actions of the trash vehicle.

Forms of Garbage Autos

There are actually an array of this kind of rubbish autos that happen to be very well liked among young men. The Peppa Pig toy tale 3 is incredibly loved by guys of numerous ages. Additionally, there are Lego units that are also in great desire between young boys as well as a number of rubbish pickups experiencing diversified functions inside it. You can also present your boy using a wife and husband tiny car which could hold the pig toys Story stats on them.Just talk with your boy and learn his likes and dislikes to gift him the best rubbish pickup van he will like to obtain.

Peppa Pig is surely an lovable yet fairly bossy very little pig. She is 5yrs of age and lives with Mummy Pig, Daddy Pig And George. Peppa loves to enjoy Suzy Sheep (her nearest companion), going to Granny and Grand daddy Pig, and caring for George. A big portion of all, Peppa cherishes jumping throughout in careless puddles, snickering and making boisterous grunting noises.There have been heaps of other little being figures and toy that have detonated into the industry through the years and many them like, Winnie the Pooh and obviously Babe piglet from your comparable layout are already extremely well recognized.

Strong toy for Difficult Avid gamers

There are many boys who enjoy playing hard and a few are even really harmful. You can find Peppa Pig toys for them also. You could buy a Bruder pick-up van which is a ideal gift for kids who are recognized to be involved in more challenging toys. They are able to include extra appendages such as a fine sand container. These additional appendages can come without the need of fasteners and are made up of hard plastic which makes them extra sturdy and durable. These toys are so difficult that your particular son can play it outdoors even.

Trucks With Unique Characteristics

You can also find some powerful pick-up pickup trucks which include some kind of special characteristics just like the Tonka automobile. They may be virtually like all other pick-up pickup trucks in built and condition although the modern kinds come with professional features constructed within. You can find control keys that make kinds of sounds when have and pressed the opportunity to set cans easily. So, if you buy strong and durable pickup trucks like Tonka and Bruder, you do not have to worry that your son will destroy the toy the moment you give it to him.