I’m My Own Best Friend

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I couldn’t help myself.

I am completely comfortable with my own company, and am quite adept at entertaining myself.  It wasn’t always this way.  I felt the need to be out and about with a friend in order to feel like I was having “fun”, then was miserable at home during my off time between work and recreation.

When I started getting sick, I was less able to do all of the things I once enjoyed and it took years to adapt and become a happily inactive person.  Even though I rarely leave the house for the fun of it, I don’t get bored.  The internet is an infinite source of entertainment, from shows, to photography sites, and of course the blogosphere.  If I can’t venture out into the world, the world can come to me.

When the internet goes out, which it does often, I still have plenty of things to keep my mind busy.  Something as simple as listening to my favorite music while coloring, or sitting down with a good book and turning words into pictures in my quirky mind, to crafty stuff like knitting or crochet, anyone who says they’re bored isn’t working that hard at entertaining themselves.

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When I was still able to drive and had energy to spare, I explored my surroundings with a camera in hand.  Amazing photographs can be taken from seemingly normal, every day things.  Like a brick wall, a bus parked in a lot, and even how an iron fence casts its shadow at 3pm.  You don’t need to be an artist to think outside of the box.

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I also enjoy looking at multi-million/billion dollar homes for sale, and weed out the truly amazingly constructed, from the generic overpriced subdivision boxes.  Then I make fun of the former occupant’s furniture and paint choices, because I’m an asshole.

When I get tired of looking at how the upper 1% of the 1% spend their evenings and weekends, I browse photos of abandoned castles and mansions.  There is some striking imagery out there of once grand structures decaying when nature takes over.  It reminds me that humans will only inhabit this planet for a short time, and we’ll all vanish in the blink of an eye.  It’s pretty sobering, but also comforting in a weird sort of way.  What we do doesn’t really matter to the history of the universe, so trying to live and love to the best of our abilities should be enough.

As corny as it sounds, I like to spend a little time each day, without distractions, quietly reflecting on my life.  If my mind is clear, then I know I’m in a good place.  If I find myself being bombarded by negative thoughts, then that means I’ve got some work to do.  The ability to be alone with oneself, and be okay with it, is a good indicator of mental health.  The process of self-acceptance is never ending, and isn’t at all linear.  Any relationship takes a ton of work, and that definitely includes the relationship we have with ourselves.

My husband is still working through some philosophical malcontent, so I terrorize him to take his mind off of his troubles.  He calls me a fungus, but he loves it!

So, tell me, my fabulous humans and mutants, what do you do for fun?

 

He’s a little husky

Meet Murphy…

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Murphy was our Alaskan Husky-Shepherd mix foster pup during our first six months in Alaska.  If you want a dog who isn’t happy unless he’s dragging your ass across ice for 8 hours, this is the dog for you.

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He had serious separation anxiety, but also got carsick so we couldn’t take him with us when we left the apartment.  His way of coping was to chew holes in the wall around the door.  Way to go Murphy!

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He was a super sweet punk, and a great judge of character.  He wasn’t afraid to let shady people know how he felt about them.

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He loved to eat his boogers.

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Murphy see, Murphy do.

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Murphy found his permanent home in fall of 2006.  I hope he’s well!  I miss his dopey face.