Showing posts with label Life Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life Stories. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

More Smiles...

According to the book Bluffer's Guide to Psychology by Warren Mansell (I know, don't ask, I was bored of the music on my iPod, so I listened to Jed Rubenfeld's psychological and somewhat fictional thriller based on Freud's theories of a murder mystery Interpretation of Murder, which led me to search for other such books, which led me here, sort of. So, anyway, keep reading...), Children laugh about 400 times a day, but adults apparently laugh only 18. Today I am sure I have laughed at least 18 times because my coworker is hilarious, but also because my daughter is the most purposefully (and sometimes not so purposefully) funny person I have ever met. So I was wondering if children laugh 400 times and normal adults laugh 18 times, if adults with children don't laugh more than a typical adult? I think you almost have to have a better sense of humor than average to have a child. I mean, anyone who has to stay up all night with a newborn, clean up spit up, throw up, and other such gross stuff has to have some kind of sense of humor.

So this made me wonder if adults with children aren't just more emotional in general than a typical adult. I mean, if children laugh 18 times a day, depending on their age, they also fall down and cry at least that amount. They also cry over toys, losing games, eating peas, etc. So essentially, they are living, breathing emotional roller coasters and I am just wondering if they are taking us along for the emotionally turbulent ride. I know there must be some reason that I am emotionally drained at the end of each day. So, I guess what is truly important is that the laughter outweighs the crying? In other words, there should be more ups in the roller coaster of life, than downs. So far, for me, there are...

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Four Minute Story:

Recently I have discovered through a roundabout way the Moth website, which is essentially a story telling platform. Now, I know I have said this before, but I love stories of all kinds (The New Yorker, This American Life, etc.). People are just so creative and each story inspires more creativity, which leads to more stories. I especially love to hear the real-life stories on the Moth because even real stories told by actual people are told in a way that is both humorous and creative. There is one story specifically that comes to mind by Ed Gavagan. He is a New Yorker that experiences a stabbing, but somehow turns the event into an amusing learning experience. Basically, Ed is able to see the silver lining during a horrific event that seems to get worse and worse as the story goes on. I have been thinking a great deal about stories such as this one. We all have our "story" that defines us, while everyone around us has their own story. All of these stories are going on 24/7 with millions of people all over the world and their stories are intricately intertwined with the people around them until they all eventually lead back to us.

Last night I had the first class of Foundations of Counseling where we (the class) sat in the dark for a period of time where we were expected to meditate. First of all, this was a little surreal because I couldn't help but think about how the graduate classes in the Physics or Information Technology department probably don't find themselves using valuable lecture time sitting in the dark in silence. With that said, even in the dark while everyone was quiet, you could almost hear the noise of our minds chatting away. Now I have some experience with meditation because it has played a big role in my ability to fall asleep at night, but this felt strange. I think it was the nerves, but also hearing people talk about their experience meditating in a class was a little weird. One part of the exercise was to "locate our inner counselor" and to "anchor" that counselor. One girl said that she was having a hard time anchoring her counselor because "It was moving around" so she felt frustrated. What does that even mean? It made me think I was doing something wrong because I wasn't being so literal in my inner-exploration. I guess sometimes it just seems a little "out there" to me. All in all, the experience was truly relaxing and without a doubt it was a learning experience.

After this period of meditation, we were paired in two's and told to tell our "story" for four minutes, but the catch is that one person had to be silent. I had no idea how long four minutes was until I had to talk about my life story for four minutes. I also had a hard time being silent while someone else told their story for four minutes because, culturally, it seemed rude to not respond. I was not the only one who felt this way though. I think we all felt the same. I know, we should be able to draw a life story out for four minutes, but we were with strangers and so this is when I figured out that we all have two versions of our life story. We have the long version and the short version. We have the "I don't want to get too involved" version and the "lay it all out there" version.

So for a class of strangers, I believe we all gave the short version, which is sad because I find everyone's story to be so fascinating. I think we could all get up on the stage at the Moth and tell a really interesting story about ourselves that would catch people off guard. I mean, no, we haven't all been stabbed and left for dead with two collapsed lungs, but we are all so different and incredible in our own unique way. I think we should be proud of that, but instead we are all a little timid because we think others don't care. I wish we could all just "lay it out there" for everyone to hear. Then maybe we would all realize how much we have in common?