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overextended & underpaid

following up from the previous post about the readings and not doing the greatest write up on the readings (also having not written another blog post about whatever else)… this week has legitimately been hell. I wrote something in my lecture-related post about the fact that doing uni full time, working and keeping up hobbies leaves no time for anything else (therefore has me constantly wondering why I’m doing any of this)… I’m literally not exaggerating. to give you a little idea of a typical day in my life I will give you the example of yesterday – wake up at 5.30, work until 3.30.. uni, dance class, home at 9, dinner, workout, bed and still not getting enough sleep before waking up… I don’t get “time off” until saturday at 10pm, at which point my only desire will want to be writing myself off and having fun like a normal 20 year old living out of home (a desire which I will have to suppress because on sunday I have to get up, go to work and catch up on all of the uni work I’ve been lagging behind with). I’m not complaining. it would be worse if I had a kid, or six, for that matter. and there’s people all over the world who do this every day.. the fact still stands that I enjoy this lifestyle much more than the end of last year which comprised of going to work for 4 hours in the evening, drinking a bottle of wine to myself upon my return home and then sleeping until 2pm the next day… not really a productive lifestyle…keeping myself busy gives me a distraction from focusing too much on my mindset, and stops me thinking about how I’m feeling.

the real point of this entire blog post was to share this picture I snapped while enjoying a cigarette and the very rare 5 minutes I have to myself every day just before going into dance class – an hour intensive on glove peeling –

…and to give some advice for anyone who wants to listen. never compromise taking time to do the things that make you happy, because in the end, those are the things that count…

 

4.

this unlecture depressed me thoroughly. a question I raised was essentially- why do we bother to get a professional grounding in a field such as media when there are so many amateurs (and genius 15 year olds) out there who create content that gets them attention with no real training or certification. the thought of dropping out of university to become a burlesque dancer (I can just imagine my dad’s response “we paid for you to go to private school so you can take your clothes off on stage?”) has already been too tempting lately with my desperate (and sometimes futile) attempt to balance keeping up with uni work and my hobbies (which are the things that fulfil me creatively) I’m constantly having to re-assess my priorities and divide my time accordingly…feeling guilty when I put aside doing uni work in preference of dancing, or feeling unfulfilled creatively (not to mention extremely unfit) when I do my readings instead of a workout.. and for what? a good friend of mine has had no tertiary education or certified training, yet has written several books on web design, is in an $80k job and will probably be a millionaire before I’ve even finished this degree. another friend has been signed to a renowned record label after 2 months of producing amateur music. this makes me feel immensely dissatisfied and inferior. I look at my life and see that between university and working so I can afford to live, I am barely scraping by financially and I hardly have a minute to do the things I enjoy… in the guise of getting a degree which will help me secure a job… which I’m now starting to think is a fickle notion in itself. not only are jobs in the media industry scarce, but I know from experience that working in media is not always what it’s cracked up to be (you only need to work in television for a few months to see that all of the glitz and glam disappears in front of your eyes). the reality is, I’ll be lucky to get a paid internship, and even luckier if that paid internship turns into a full-time job somewhere along the line (not to mention that internships are soul-destroying and you virtually just become everyone’s bitch). whether the job you get out of this is actually an enjoyable one that you are happy to do is another story entirely. majority of students doing subjects (which are insanely dense) in business type degrees are much more likely to step into good jobs than I am – so their careers might be boring and unfulfilling but at least they have some solidarity to look forward to. the importance of getting a college education is drilled into us from a young age but now I’m wondering if it’s even valid in a discipline such as media. freelancing is fickle and unpredictable, desk jobs in television studios make me suicidal and, unless you’re the next steven spielburg, your movies are probably going to go straight to DVD (and sit in the back shelf at your local video store — IF you’re even that lucky). it’s a scary thought that probably won’t be put to bed any time soon — but, I will continue my university degree in media because I can’t think of any other (legitimate) way to fill my time… and because hey, at least I’m not doing arts..

on a side note I found it pretty amusing when adrian said  “stuff turns up and everything gets twisted around dramatically” which basically nullifies the concept of ‘looking forward’, contradicts everything we have read about speculative fiction and sums up that, while futurism is a great thought, basically, you can’t speculate, you never know, and because futurists are virtually always wrong you’re pretty much screwed.

viral videos

I normally hate viral videos on principle but every once and a while you stumble across one that is perfection (and this one involves a cat in a shark suit, so how could it not be?)

 

marketplace

the idea of the marketplace is definitely a good one – you, give, you receive, you can get some extra marks for being helpful (an incentive, boom, because I don’t know how many of us would go out of our way to explain things just out of the good of our hearts)

but to be honest, I’m not sure how successful it will be, or how far it can go – after a while, you will run out of things to learn how to do on a blog, unless you’re doing some serious web design.  on another note, this site (which someone once linked me to when I asked them a stupid question) pretty much sums up the rest of what I want to say–

google. it’s great.

you know home improvement is ruining your life when…

 I moved out of home for the first time a little over a year ago when I left sydney and my family home. since that time I’ve lived in 3 different places – varying degrees of niceness and cleanliness – but one thing was consistent throughout all of them; spending every waking moment (and every spare dollar) fuelling my unhealthy, insatiable obsession with decorating every aspect of my abode thematically and according to ‘vibe’…

(my new place /work in progress)

1. you spend all of your food money on buying a dining chair (which you now have no money for food to eat while sitting in)
I recently spent a ridiculous amount of money (I am not even going to disclose for sheer embarrassment at the stupidity of it all) on a dining chair from some hoity toity interior decorating shop. it wasn’t even an armchair or a futon or a chaise lounge… or even a set of dining chairs. I’m talking, A dining chair. singular.
and which – when you get home – you realise doesn’t even look worth the amount of money you paid for it, and now refuse to look at (or sit in) it out of sheer hatred and resentment of the whole concept…. in fact, you hate it so much that you’re happier sitting in the box it came in…

… but you keep it as a reminder to never take your mother’s advice again while furniture shopping

2. you paid an extra sum of money to have it upholstered in a different fabric, because tweed is going to improve your life that much more significantly 
I don’t even… I’m not bitter at all about this chair, I swear..
hey, I might be homeless soon cause I can’t pay my rent, but at least I’ll be sitting in a damn nice tweed-covered chair.

3. constantly hearing about the ingenuity of your kitchen island is really putting a strain on your friendships
and you plug this goddamn thing like there’s no tomorrow, because you know – therefore, so should everyone – that your house would not be the same without it. that it really completes the ‘industrial’ ‘new-york-meat-packing-district’ vibe that you’re going for.

4. you are constantly living in fear of one of these friends accidentally spilling red wine on the aforementioned chair 
“hey guys, predrinks at yours?”

5. you go out of your way to specifically find a scent that matches the ‘vibe’ of your place
watermelon and mint. fresh and edgy!

6. …and nearly have an emotional breakdown when your housemate tells you it smells like skittles
skittles remind you of children, and you hate children.

7. the mere mention of Ikea sends you into a frenzy of anxiety and sickness
because you know you’ll never get out of that place with your bank account (or your dignity) in tact… and because you probably suffered severe food poisoning on more than one occasion from their DIY lunches

maybe one day I’ll take up a real hobby. like knitting. one which doesn’t leave me constantly dissatisfied and broke. until then… urban streetscape decal, anyone?

being a nut-job has its perks

after the last post, which was a dense, downer buzz – I’d imagine kind of like the feeling when you sit down on the toilet and realise there’s no paper left – I feel like I need to lighten the mood a bit. to let you all in on a little secret.
yes, mental illness is a very serious and very real problem (I do not in – any way – want to belittle people’s experiences) but it’s not all totally bad… here are some reasons why

1. it filters out the d#cks in your life
losing your shit and having a very realistic-pretend meltdown is a great (and clearly extremely mature) method of getting out of long-telephone-lectures from your mother and getting rid of unwanted boyfriends, one-night stands who just won’t leave, or skinny girlfriends who won’t stop talking about how fat they are.

2. crazy people are sexy
if you look through history you will find that the majority of famous artists, musicians and other creatives have some serious mental shit going down. they create to feed their deep longing to ‘understand’ their dark thoughts or twisted experiences of the world. they are tortured and mysterious and in most people’s books that equals total babe. they are generally the most appealing because you are always trying to get your head around the enigma-wrapped-in-a-puzzle-hidden-in-a-maze-behind-their-eyes. it’s human nature to want what you can’t have, and by extension, what you don’t entirely understand… and even when you finally get there, they cut their ear off, or shoot themselves or something else equally brutal just to prove a point that you’ll never understand how ‘tortured’ and ‘jaded’ they are. my conclusion? they win at life, and you go home crying into a bathtub filled with ben-and-jerry’s because that guitarist you met doesn’t find you ‘complex’ enough.

3. normal people are boring
eg.

friend: “hey man, what did you do today?”
crazy person: “nothing much, had a meltdown while manically cleaning the kitchen and organising all of my pantry by frequency of usage and food type, then smashed my entire dinner set into tiny pieces because it didn’t match the colour scheme I’d put together and then came full circle and had a life revelation that I’d never end up working in an office…you?” 
friend
: “oh you know, just had some beers and watched Seinfeld.”

4. you find an extreme appreciation for cats
and perhaps accumulate quite a collection which you keep in your house, because people just don’t cut it

5. …particularly this one

6. you perceive, appreciate and value things differently
…like valium. you also learn to cherish and enjoy the times when things are good, you ponder how good the sun feels and really let that feeling of contentment sink in… because you are used to the bad times and well aware that in any given moment the complete brute force of an episode can hit you, or a bird can take a massive dump on your fresh baguette.

7. you see things differently and get more incidental exercise
you learn to assess everything as a risk to your fragile mindset and go to extreme lengths to avoid an episode – eg. a packed tram in peak hour could trigger an anxiety attack so you walk the 40 minutes home instead…which is tiring, but hey, your butt looks great because of it. not to mention, a manic episode can burn up to 500 calories*

*not a valid exercise regime

inertia, cycles and triggers

my first proper (billion word) post about mental health… stick with me even though it might seem depressing (no pun) to read at first, you might learn something…

something a lot of people don’t understand about mental illness (particularly depression) is that a sufferer can’t help the way they feel. they can’t just “snap out of it” and “stop being negative”. one frustration I had during some of the worst relapses I’ve had recently was not being able to explain this to people. I was told to “suck it up” so often that I would begin to believe that maybe it was my own fault I was so miserable… and thus begins a negative cycle and a downward spiral. there’s a pattern to the madness. you begin to become frustrated that you don’t understand why you feel the way you do, you can’t comprehend or explain it. you lash out at yourself and get angry for feeling the way you do, and in effect, the feeling of misery worsens. you can’t validate your feelings of hopelessness and begin to feel guilty because there’s people who are going through ‘legitimate’ problems. thoughts such as ‘I’m extremely privileged, I have people who love me, parents who care about me and I have a roof over my head, so what’s the problem’ start to plague you. and it worsens still. I would get so angry with myself at times that I would find myself screaming out loud, swearing at myself, writing angry letters to myself all around the house, insulting myself in the hope of motivation such as “get off your fat ass and go for a walk”. but when you are in the thick of a downward spiral, none of this helps. I would be a miserable person to hang out with, so I began to see my friends tapering off… which, as a result, made me more miserable and affected my relationships even more. your friends telling you to stop being miserable makes you even more miserable. someone once told me that it was my thinking that got myself into this problem, so trying to rationalise my way out of it would get me into more trouble. you can’t explain the way you feel, you can’t explain why, you just feel it, and sometimes it doesn’t go away. you body manifests this physically and soon you’re sick all of the time, with no real medical reason. your immune system is shot, you’re physically exhausted from doing nothing, you can barely get out of bed let alone go to work. there are times when it is so bad that there is nothing you can do or say to yourself to escape it… but I have also had enough bad episodes to know that, eventually, something snaps inside of you, and all those things people told you about ‘thinking positive’ and ‘sucking it up’ suddenly make sense (if, only briefly).

anybody dealing with something (whether it be an illness, an addiction, an issue, whatever) knows that you can’t help someone unless they are willing to be helped. there is no point trying to tell someone who is depressed to ‘snap out of it’ and ‘think positive’ because that is not what they need to hear. unless they have a trigger within themselves (which I will explain shortly) and decide that enough is enough, it is completely futile.  I wouldn’t be surprised if some people suffering from depression never have this trigger (my case is a little bit more complicated as manic depression is a cycle of intense ups and downs instead of just one long down period). if you know somebody who is going through this the only thing I can suggest is to give them company, love, support. you need to accept that nothing you say or do can really help them unless they are willing and at a point where they can actually do something about it. the only thing that truly helped me when I was going through my worst periods was just knowing that somebody was there. getting out of the house and being around other people, or even just communicating with anybody at all. these are all things that stop you from stewing in your own mind and worsening the feeling.

and then, eventually, if you’re like me, you have a trigger. triggers can be a good or a bad thing. a good trigger is something that makes you think ‘enough is enough’ and begins to slowly chip away the bad feelings to a point that you begin to rebuild your life again because of it. good triggers for me have often been trivial things such as starting exercising, buying something nice for my house, starting a job I enjoy, meeting somebody interesting, buying new makeup, sitting in the sunshine… all silly and insignificant things that usually don’t make a difference in the grand scheme of life, but somehow distract me enough in that moment that I forget how depressed I am, so I start living my life again. triggers are not a quick fix. being distracted from the way you feel is not a solution, and sometimes it becomes difficult relying on these to happen, because when they don’t, the down periods never seem to end. there are big triggers (for example, I had a massive trigger at the start of the year that put me into a positive mindset for enough time to forget I had a mental illness at all, and truly believe I had somehow managed to ‘cure’ myself – in fact I spent so many months preaching to people about how ‘happiness is a decision’ that I thought I really did have it all figured out) and there are little daily triggers (such as doing a workout, or going for a walk) which don’t last as long but at least seem to distract you enough to forget for a few moments. then there are negative triggers. things that bring you crashing back down into your negative cycle and make you realise that, underneath the surface, your illness has not magically disappeared. I’m not talking about having a bad day. I need to make it clear (and I’m sure I’ll write about this at some point) that there is a difference between a blue-day and serious depression. it is completely natural to feel bad sometimes, for no reason at all. it’s what makes us human. if the positive trigger beforehand was strong enough, a bad day fades and you accept that it was just that, a bad day. I’m talking about a negative trigger that happens that undoes all of the hard work you’d done previously, that makes things relapse so badly that you never think you will be okay again… this can also be known as circumstantial depression (will write about this later). circumstantial depression (or feeling depressed because of a turn of events, something that has happened, a person, bad news, etc etc) has been a massive trigger for me in the past to launch into an episode or a down-period. sometimes a negative trigger can simply be running out of ‘good’ triggers, or feeling like nothing will top that feeling you just had and you will never be the same again. for me, negative triggers don’t have to be caused by anything at all, they can just simply happen, and as suddenly as you snapped out of your depression and said ‘enough is enough’, you can fall back into it.

and then there are periods where you are so all over the place you don’t know if you are sad or happy, coming or going, here or there. I have lost whole weeks in my life because my moods and emotions would be fluctuating so incessantly that I spent all of the time trying to catch up instead of focusing what’s going on around me. I will have a conversation with somebody at work, completely chirpy and friendly, and a minute later will be behind the kitchen wall, sobbing because I saw a cute old person (and old people make me sad). sometimes I have these sudden surges of energy that are so manic that I appear like a hyperactive child… only to be too physically exhausted to get out of bed moments later. the main frustration I have with all of this is the unpredictability of it all… you never know whats coming, how you will feel moment to moment. the only thing that is certain is that there is no certainty.

don’t get me wrong. there are times in my life that are simply ‘okay’. I’m not terrible, I’m not terrific, I’m just indifferent. I’m lucky that my case isn’t serious enough that I still occasionally have periods of just being ‘normal’. but bec, you’re probably thinking, this just sounds like a normal person – good days, bad days, average days… there is a key difference.  the difference between me and people who don’t suffer from manic depression is that the degrees of these states fluctuate so dramatically that it affects my day to day life, and while I see my manic (frantic, energetic, almost crazed in my need to get out, tackle everything etc) phases as a good and motivational thing, they can often be just as damaging as depressive ones as when they are over, I feel burnt out, overstimulated and exhausted.

this all sounds very horrible, I’m sure. but if you’ve ever met me, you probably wouldn’t imagine any of this was going on in my head… because one thing I have come to learn (out of necessity since moving out of home and into a different city where I only had myself to depend on) is that life goes on. I am able to hold a normal life (most of the time) because I am beginning to understand my illness a little bit better. I am not at a point (currently anyway) where it is serious enough that I am incapacitated by it – like, unfortunately, many people are. I am hoping that by dealing with, and attempting to understand it before it worsens (and as a hereditary illness I only need to look at immediate members of my family to know it some day it is likely to) will prevent this. And I am also hoping that by understanding how taxing a mild case (like mine) can be, you can begin to understand just how bad an advanced case can be, by extension, how serious of an issue mental illness is.

my intentions for this blog

I’m going to let you know a few simple truths about me (oh jesus, here we go…) I’m stubborn, defiant and I butt heads with everyone and everything for no reason other than -I’m an asshole. so when faced with the task of writing this blog for a uni assessment, my first knee-jerk reaction was to hate the entire concept of it on principle. to not take it seriously. to see it as work and dread doing it, to look down on it. to roll my eyes, resent it and write fluff (and as little of it as I could get away with) just to get me marks. something funny began to happen though around the time of the second lecture, when I figured out that I was going to use this space to talk about mental health…I actually began to enjoy writing again. not only did I enjoy writing, but my brain became instantly flooded with ideas, sentences, titles… whatever. as I’ve already said, I really love writing. given the right topic I can write effortlessly and incessantly. as I kid I used to sit at home when I was bored writing stream of consciousness (not that I knew such a thing existed at the time, but that is, essentially, what it was) dribble just to have something to type. I can pull out boxes and boxes of letters and documents I’d written to fictional people just to prove my point. so being able to express something which is constantly on my mind is actually kind of an amazing thing and doesn’t feel like a chore. not only that, but my head has already started to feel clearer. as a musician I know that music brings amazing catharsis (particularly writing lyrics) but I never thought that experience would translate that across to writing articles. for so long I’ve been thinking I’ve been blocked up creatively and haven’t had anything to write about… yet here I am, realising that the most meaningful and sincere thing I can write about is staring me straight in the face… and that, my friends, is a very exciting prospect for a pessimistic, unenthusiastic person such as myself. to genuinely feel the pull of something and the uncontrollable need to write.

this blog is not intended to be a self-help book (but who knows, it might help you). it’s not filled with positive mantras, coping strategies and happy thoughts. I am not claiming that I know all of the answers, that there is a magic fix that works. what I can offer is a different take. some things I have learnt. some things I have failed (and am still failing) at. nothing here is the ultimate truth, just one person’s experience. as I’ve said, we are all at different points in our journey, and this is mine. maybe you identify with it, maybe you don’t. as much as I’m hoping this will reach out and touch someone I am being realistic in saying that this blog is as much for me as it is for you.

 

 

phubbing

there’s a social trend that has been going on heavily (I’ve noticed) in the past couple of years since the introduction of smart phones and the development of such technology that is really starting to bother me… in fact, it’s been on my mind so much that I’m glad somebody has finally coined a term to describe it and a campaign to condemn those who engage in such a thing. the term ‘phubbing’ refers to ‘snubbing someone in a social situation by looking at your phone instead of paying attention’.

this campaign has been developed (by my old housemate and good friend) to stop this behaviour in coffee shops, bars, and public places.

phubbing

I’m the first to admit that I partake in such an activity on a daily basis without even realising. it’s just a bad habit that we have all have developed as a result of having this technology and always having this need to be ‘connected’, ‘in the loop’…it’s become such a normal thing that most people don’t even realise they are doing it. it was only when I began to notice other people doing it to me – and having to sit there fuming over many coffee dates while my company is so caught up in the middle of a texting frenzy with some person who is not present that they scarcely look me in the eye, let alone focus on what I’m saying – that I began to become conscious of my own habit. I’m usually the kind of person who replies to everything instantly, who has to open a message and respond immediately, and gets offended when I don’t receive an immediate response or can’t get a hold of someone on their mobile. that’s all about to change. lately I have been shuddering when I hear the incessant, shrill ‘ding’ of my text tone and have become so bothered by it that I occasionally leave my phone in a different room, switched off, or at home entirely just so I don’t have to hear it. just so I can be left alone occasionally. there is something messed up in this day and age about always being able to be reached. along with the fact that there is no real phone etiquette in the respect of being ‘present’ instead of being on the phone (facebooking instead of engaging in conversation), there is also no etiquette regarding when it is acceptable to text or call people. I have had to get into the habit of turning my phone on plane mode at night to avoid an influx of messages and calls at bizarre hours (drunken friends, booty calls, people who are bored and have nothing else to do but snapchat me photos of their dog at 3am). I also have to be honest that until now I have been a serial offender of such actions.

there is this growing culture of documenting every menial task, tagging every coffee date, every place we go, sharing everything we do, on twitter, facebook, snapchat, the list goes on. once again, I am not exempt from this, I’m no social-media Saint. this behaviour has been acceptable and has been nurtured through our need to consume this information – if we’re honest, we’ve all Facebook stalked somebody out of boredom or interest in living vicariously through someone’s lives (or sunny European holiday photos when it is the dead of winter here). it helps us to form opinions on people, to get to know them a bit better. if there was no culture or demand for this, people wouldn’t be sharing such things. Facebook particularly is continually changing and adapting to make it easier to share, to tag, to locate, in fact, it is founded on promoting such behaviour. there is something a bit messed up about this… websites such as facebook, twitter and instagram leave nothing to the imagination, no mystery…it makes stalking somebody all the more easy (and being on the receiving end much more likely). this really frightens me. there are frightening consequences from being a little too truthful and open on the internet – people can find you at any given moment. they know where you work, who you hang out with, where you like to go on the weekends. there are even more frightening ramifications when people aren’t truthful on the internet. it’s just so easy to be pretend to be someone else, to glamorise certain events to make you ‘sound’ more interesting, more fun, more exciting. this makes me think about apps such as grinder. I’m not exaggerating or trying to generalise when I say I don’t know a single gay person who isn’t on grinder, it is an entirely acceptable and normal thing to engage with (even if the majority of these guys just do it for entertainment and don’t actually go on dates). and I can dig that. so when I jokingly said to one of my mates that I wish the heterosexual equivalent was that acceptable, he showed me his “tinder” account… and apparently this has become a totally acceptable and normal thing to. internet ‘dating’ (if you could call it that) apps have become less taboo in the straight community and aren’t just for pedophiles and lonely spinsters. in fact, another friend (a gorgeous, leggy blonde who would have no trouble picking up a guy in a bar) has had much success and gone on quite a few decent dates through the app. after downloading the app and trying it myself, however, I’m not entirely sure if it’s for me. the whole aspect of anonymity and the fact that random guys I don’t know are looking at my pictures, making judgements on my based on my looks, kind of scares me. who knows if these people even look anything like their photos in real life – after all there is such a thing as photoshop – and even more importantly, who knows that these people aren’t going to stalk me, kill me, peel off all my flesh and make a suit out of it (okay, a bit far, but come on!) furthermore, this app is just another way of disengaging from the current place and time and not being properly ‘present’. why would I sit and look at my phone when there are potentially attractive people all around me who I am missing out on meeting because I am too busy flicking through profiles on tinder? what happened to the good old fashioned tradition of striking up a conversation with a random stranger? sure, there is a time and place for that (and out of context can make people seem like total creeps) but I still don’t want to believe that this is dead and buried. we have become so caught up in the world of the internet and so engaged with these trends that we are forgetting how to communicate in real life.
people don’t have manners like they used to. it’s so easy to call five minutes before you’ve made plans with someone and cancel, or show up thirty minutes late, that nobody is reliable anymore. I’ve been mortified so many times at the thought of what I would do without my phone when I’ve had to pick up somebody at a certain time, or meet them in a complex situation. I honestly believed that life would be so complicated, so difficult without a phone. but after discussing this with my mum (and asking her an array of questions about what she used to do without a phone when making plans, meeting people, what if they didn’t turn up? what if they were late?) I’m beginning to realise that maybe life would be much simpler….