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TO THE FRIENDS I CHOOSE NOT TO GO OUT WITH
Submitted By : Dipali Khandelwal
On Friday,I remember going to small Italian cafe at odd noon hours with you. It was after our math class that we decided to have a quick bite before heading home. And the plan of quick bite soon expanded into having pastas and a latte later. We sat on that small side table for almost two hours chatting over a plate of casserole and pasta with olives.
I remember you telling me how much you love olives and peppers and that hot cheddar always burn sides of your mouth. The smell of your mild yet overpowering cologne seem so familiar to me. And why not, I whiff it for atleast four days a week without fail. And as we dwelled deep into our conversation,you asked me what I am doing this weekend,and before I could answer,you propose to make a movie plan with our other girlfriends. I so wanted to resist but then your eyes tempted me to utter a hushed yes.
And after getting back home,while I twisted on my spring mattress,a sudden warmth of blood flooded my cerebrum making me regret the decision. Instantly, I decided to text you that I can not make it tomorrow but my phone already had notification of 29 pending messages from our WhatsApp group.
Those messages dripping awe and friendships,haunted me like werewolves and I clinched my fur blanket close until I dozed off,only to wake up by your call in the night informing about the change in plan and now we're meeting for lunch after which five of us will go for shopping,but then I knew this was it, I can not do this, so I feigned back ache and you hung up saying you won't make plans with me ever again and that I always ditch.
No, I am not a mean friend. I do enjoy my time with you people but how am I to tell you,I have social anxiety and bipolar disorder. I can't. You will probably disown me or worse you would cut me off saying I am overthinking, just like my mom did when I confronted her about my brain sickness.
I often make excuses of ill health and people give sympathetic looks laced with suggestions of trying yoga and going for naturopathy to strengthen my immune. Little do they know I am not sick but my brain is.
Why is it socially unacceptable being brain sick?
Why mental health is never a concern?
Why people don't believe me when I talk about this whisper in my head that is making me go deaf each passing day?
Were my mom not to hug me and say soothing things than cutting me off?
Were you not to clutch my hand tight and read me Margret Mitchell when I declined the plan than calling me mean?
I do love the smell of lilacs planted in your backyard,I love to play with little jenny living on ground floor, the smell of your cologne and salted popcorn of PVR is love.
But for now all I need is a warm hug and a little acceptance.
Your not so ill friend
Prompts: Sittin' in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in. I was tryna count up all the places we've been. You're always there, so don't overthink. I'm so over whites and pinks.
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“I used to be a swimming coach back home in Sweden, and I was pretty successful. I even had swimmers at the Olympics. Then, a couple of years ago, my dad suddenly died of cancer. A year later, some really bad things happened overnight, and I lost my job. I was in a situation where I had nowhere to go. I felt I had lost everything, and I almost took my own life.
Then one night, I was watching ‘Fight Club’ with my brother, and in the movie they said, ‘It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.’
All of a sudden, I realized that I hadn’t lost anything; it was just in my head. I never had anything in the first place. So I decided to start over but didn’t want to have any plans. I just wanted to see where my inner guidance takes me. On his deathbed, my dad had told me, ‘Live in the moment. Catch the moment.’
So I thought, What’s my dream? If I can do whatever I want, I want to go to America. So I did. I bought a mountain bike, and I started riding it and doing the things I’ve always wanted to do. My dad and I used to sit and look at photo albums, and now I go to the places he used to go. I feel a connection when I do that.
I’ve got a room here and I’m helping out a little bit. I don’t make a lot of money—just a little bit here and there—but I’m enjoying life. I’m enjoying less. I have way less stuff and it feels so good. I had a nice apartment in Sweden, but I sold it and gave away the furniture.
I don’t know where I will be in five years. I only know that I’m going to Vegas later this year. I don’t know even where I’m going to live, but so far it’s worked out perfectly. It’s been a great year, and it’s the opposite of how things used to be. I used to plan everything and be so goal-oriented. But the most depressing time in my life was when I was most successful. I was depressed long before I lost my job. There were times when I was thinking, Is this all there is? Because this sucks. I can’t enjoy it. Now that I gave up on all this goal setting and success, I’m happier than ever. For me, success is just living in the moment. Even this conversation came out of nowhere. I find that when you let go, good things start to happen more and more often.
A year ago, when I almost wanted to take my life, I realized that happiness is not something we have to achieve. It’s here. We don’t have to do anything. Happiness is something we are born with. Somewhere along the line, we start to believe that we have to achieve all these things, and we start to overthink: Oh, I can’t do that because I need a degree first. So you go and get the degree. Then you go and get the job. Then you think, Oh, maybe this job isn’t right for me. You do all these things in your head, and you don’t realize that you can just do things. If it works out—OK. If it doesn’t—you are still happy. Whether I make it or not has nothing to do with my happiness. Before, I was thinking, If I don’t make this, I’m never going to be happy. I was so sad inside because I thought I needed to do all these things and accomplish all that. But it’s not true at all. It’s just years of programming.” portraitsofboston.com
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I may have been overthinking this one - I was really struggling to come up with something which was of value to me, but wouldn't be to anyone else - and would make a good image. Not sure this is my best effort, but - I returned to look at Ray Spence's work and there was a photo of objects in a printers tray... Yay! We have a printers' tray full of small treasures from special places over almost 40 years... Here's a corner of it. Probably the most precious thing to me on there is my BOAC Junior Jet Club badge, from when I came to this country from Canada aged one. My dad was a pilot and my badge was 'just like his' :-)
I talk to myself, only one I can really talk to. Thinking, well, overthinking about all my flaws that keeps me alone. Getting all dolled up, putting on trendy clothes, being subjected to lustful eyes of the boys and envious eyes of the girls – well they get me through the day, barely all day. I come back to my hollow den and question myself if this is what I want – and the answer comes with a heartbreaking scream of denial.
Prompts: Sittin' in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in. I was tryna count up all the places we've been. You're always there, so don't overthink. I'm so over whites and pinks.
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I've been somewhat uninspired this week. So I decided tonight that I wasn't going to overthink today's photo, I just wanted clean and simple.
Here is the black and white alternative take
strobist info: 430exII triggered with pocket wizard into 2x3 ft softbox camera right.
1. What are you grateful for today?
Fun night out with a bunch of colleagues and so grateful that I didn't drink at all because there was a police roadblock just outside my house and I was asked to roll down the window by the police and was asked where did I go, I said I came from publika and I didn't drink at all.
2. What emotional message did you have today?
calm. joy. relaxed.
3. What have you done today that move you forward to achieving your dream or goals?
Checked out flight ticket with Qatar and Emirates over the counter on my return tickets inquiry.
4. What have you learned today? How can you do it slightly better next time?
For whatever that you want to do, there can be thousand reasons to do it and there can be no reason at all, it is just a matter of the heart. sometimes it just doesn't need any explanation at all because you know it.
5. What have you done to leverage your ability today?
Generating positive energy to Ellie during lunch.
6. Have you veered off or stayed back at your centre? Have you contracted or expanded?
Expanded.
7. What is that one issue/mistake that you notice today and what can you learn from it?
The Acupuncture centre has a daily patients of 60 pax and it reaches 90 on Sunday. it seems that people have a lot of physical pain to be removed.
8. What's the one thing I want to focus more/ 1 thing I want to eliminate?
To be cheerful and generate more positive energy to the people around me. Don't overthink.
Gen-Z - thinks - overthinks - develops - imagines - everyday life is hard to manage - disappears into the world of old books - it is hard to be 'the last generation' - the responsibility is exhausting - Part 2
New wall progress. Added graffiti. Photo taken without flashlight. Not too satisfied with the decal result however this wall part with this graffiti painting does look fine. Overthinking to replace all other wall parts graffiti by more colorfull decals, what do you think? By the way, the wall is still not fasten and still not finished, for example the layers on top of the wall still have to be made.
Lately I'm having fun with new projects like this one, I'm feeling inspired so we'll see how it goes.
2021. I normally do not include any context for my work but I felt as if I had to make an exception for this series. These are my thoughts put on paper: truths, half-truths, lies, and intrusions. This is overthinking that's been given the treatment of being fleshed out in the most raw. This is documented catharsis.
this is sort of an unfinished preview of what i plan on working on this week - '60s & '70s aircooled porsches. look at those wheels! and the color - a stock fw ink color - i had a lot of fun with this one, with mixed results.
i'm not sure where i'm going with these little illustrations. i took a week or two between this one and my last so that i could get myself all amped up and overthink what i'm doing. i'm back to the original idea - little drawings where I get to mix medias - in this case technical pens, fw & bombay inks (¡which will NOT mix together!) and copics and pitt pens on marker paper. I went larger on this one, too...it's not done, and i've got 3 hours into it already.
My 5-year-old iBook died last week, rather inconveniently right before classes started (I'm a part-time econ lecturer at SJSU now -- the rest of the time I'm still trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life). I'm not a fan of lecturing with PowerPoint, but there were some videos I wanted to show, so I quickly replaced Miss iBooky Fantastico (named after Willow and Tara's cat from "Buffy") with a Macbook, which I've named Winifred after the character in "Angel". This is a theme, as you'll recall the Digital Rebel was named Kaylee.
I never put a single sticker upon Miss iBooky Fantastico's pristine surface in her five years on this Earth. I don't really know why, but prolly cuz I overthink such things. Trying to rectify that with Winifred, and I think this is a decent start.
Yeah, I've been neglecting Flickr, abandoning it midway through that last set. Hopefully the stickr partially makes up for that.
Two 5 minute poses. My favourites pose time. Just long enough to capture the gesture and add some washes to show basic form .... and no time to overthink, overanalyse and overwork. Brush pen and watercolour on cheap cartridge paper.
I think I am overthinking minimalism, I thought I knew minimalism but now I am so confused.
Jynx dropped by to say "Hi."
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Me and my Mum went to the local fireworks on July 4th and met up with my sister and her friend who brought her son along to see the fireworks. Naturally I brought my camera along to get some shots of the pyrotechnics but the shot of the night ended up being this great candid shot of a boy simply enjoying himself by playing in the grass and indulging in the freedom of youth.
I don't often get many chances to take photos of kids, in fact I don't take many portraits at all. I guess it's the fact that a flower or a landscape won't be able to tell you if it doesn't like a shot like a person can. It was interesting to see his reaction to me and my camera, most of the time he was oblivious to both while playing around, but every so often he would take notice of the lens and myself and show flashes of mild apprehension and curiosity about what I was doing.
I took this shot about 20-30 minutes after the sun had gone down with only a bit of remaining natural light and some artificial light from the parking lot nearby for illumination. I didn't want to use my pop-up flash because I knew what kind of shot it would give me, so instead I amped up the ISO to 1000 with an aperture of F/2.2 to let me use the available light. I knew that with the mixed light sources that the white balance would be tough to get right so I just elimanated the problem by changing it to B&W. Even though there is quite a bit of noise and the focus isn't perfect, I think those supposed flaws actually add to the shot by infusing it with something akin to nostalgia... or maybe just a bit of character. Perhaps I'm overthinking it or putting more into the shot than what is actually there. Either way I'm glad I was able to capture something different than the norm.....at least for me.
Nikon D7000_Nikon 35mm f/1.8G_ISO1000_f/2.2_1/80s
My thoughts are too loud for me to hear them clearly anymore. I just want to shut them out. Shut it all out.
- Marie-Pier Chayer Demers
tags done from 9-22 to 9-29, 2007
Funny to look back at the progression of this project.
Some days I do it without much thought then there are
days when I definitely overthink the process.
2 November 2013
Eh, not such a good day.
I woke up and spent more time worrying about whether the sign was in reference to me. Sometimes I use my hair dryer at night, and sometimes I listen to music, but I didn't ever think I was so loud to disturb other people.
I'm sure I was overthinking it, but I really don't want to be disrespectful or a nuisance. So I was almost afraid to make noises all morning. And I felt very homesick--I guess I felt discouraged and lonely, overall. I was not in a very happy mood.
So I forced myself to go for a run. I haven't been running here, but I know that exercise is good for you, it releases endorphins, relieves stress, and would get me outside instead of sitting inside being sad. I ran along some streets, then to the park, did some laps around the park, and ran home. I was shooting for thirty minutes, but didn't time myself, so I'm not sure how exact it was.
On the plus side, I read the sign in the elevator more carefully and took a photo to look up the exact translations. It roughly translates to, "It is requested that all residents respect the rules of cohabitation (no smoking in communal areas or the elevator, no making noise at late hours, no moving furniture at night, etc) to avoid bothering the other neighbors. Thanks in advance for your cooperation."
Well, I don't smoke anywhere in the building, and I've never moved furniture at night… so I'm thinking the sign COULD apply to me, or it could be that there are several people causing annoyances and so it's just a general reminder. Either way, I'll try to be more conscious about drying my hair earlier...
I came home from the run and showered, and decided I needed to go get groceries since stores are closed on Sundays. I decided I'd both feel better and manage to distract myself if I cooked something good. So I looked up recipes online, and settled on a lemon chicken stir fry, with a bunch of vegetables and a tangy sauce.
I went to Mercadona and bought lots of things, but I couldn't find some of the vegetables I wanted in the stir-fry (mushrooms, green onions, red peppers… not sure why they weren't there) and I also wanted to get more gluten-free bread. So I dropped off those groceries, and then went to the other store, Dia, to get the rest of what I needed.
I came back and put everything away, and decided to wait until closer to dinnertime (9ish) to start cooking. In the meantime, I caught up on these photo descriptions as best as I could, and finished the puzzle I'd been doing.
When I realized it was late, I also realized how many ingredients I needed to cut up (green onions, red pepper, carrots, green beans, lemon, chicken, garlic) and decided I would just cut up a lot of them tonight, and then cook the actual meal tomorrow. Also, I'd just bought fresh jamón serrano, so… I wasn't worried about going hungry.
I cut up vegetables and skyped with my parents AND MY CAT! And then I finished Freaks and Geeks and fell asleep on the couch, as is my way.
“I work with people in recovery, predominantly substance misuse. I remember having to educate my mum when I first started the job. I had to explain to her that people don’t grow up wanting to be addicted to substances. Often it’s a direct response to something traumatic which has happened in their life. There are some who choose to use substances of course, but there are others who use it as a coping mechanism, learnt behaviour, and sometimes not a choice. Some of the stories I hear make me question whether I would have the strength to deal with some of the issues people have to endure on a daily basis. Humans are so resilient. Everyone has a secret world inside them. Doing the job that I do has made me appreciate that we are all magnificent and sometimes we overthink basic compassion and human kindness as a starting point. The power of a smile, a kind word, a compliment or a listening ear. After all, we are all deserving of love. Did you know that if you make one person happy each day then in 40 years time you will have made 14,600 humans happy!”
Day 29 (Jan.29.2014)
OVERTHINKING.
Before I explain myself, I will do at least 1 creative photograph per month such as this one. Anywho, I need to stop overthinking many situations in my life and about every person I talk to. I always do this to myself and end up hurting my own feelings...... It sucks. I wish I had someone to speak to when I really need to vent. Everyone is just so busy with their own lives, why would they bother with me? Even if people say they're willing to listen to me I just don't want to annoy them with my problems. Most of my problems are stupid as fuck anyways. WHATEVER. See? Overthinking.
I think...maybe I'm overthinking it and it is a simple sandpiper.. Lovely beach walk this morning, while taking a break from Vancouver Island's wet weather.
He said, "Why why, what a terrible time to be alive
If you're prone to overthinking".
George Ezra, Pretty Shiny People
I have come to the conclusion that I have a major personality defect.I am a horrible over-er-er...
I overshare ( no shit sherlock)
I overthink ( fighting overwhelming urge to research;) question from last night,LOL)
I overdo
I am over the top way too often
I try and overcompensate for other people
(I guess I do believe you are my responsibility if you are in my life)
I overlook the obvious when I do not want to see it (fingers in my ears, "lalala, I can't hear you")
I have been know to overeat
I overprepare ( just ask my profs from last semester...it amused them, and then they felt sorry for me)
I am an overachiever ( yep...competitive too, even though I try and squelch it)
I even eat my marshmellows overdone
I am kind of over being this over-everything...it is tiring...and annoying!
I want to be the under-er-er for awhile.
I accept the fact that being messy isn't the best thing in the world. Hey, for my own selfish interests I'll accept that it's a sign of genius!
But a lot of people think that I'm just lazy about organization or that I'm just trying to rebel. Honestly, it's neither of those things, nor is it how I was taught. It's just the way I developed. I'm a very abstract person. I tend to overthink things and change my opinions quite frequently because of that. I'm terrible at all forms of organization which is manifested here for your viewing pleasure. I do try to stay organized and for the most part, I keep things at the barely usable level.
This is actually an extreme. I was cleaning out my closet (looking for a long lost CD from three years ago). This was actually taken back in September. it looks somewhat better now. At least you can walk through it.
The distortion is caused my by my lens being set at a funky setting (23mm or something) and me standing on a chair in addition to my already large height.
Angle hunting and embrace the subject as its original self if you can’t find a good one.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me, or someone else also feel the same way that the architectures in Taiwan usually aren’t proper designed and planed, which makes it hard to find the artistic angle to take a city snap.
A few days ago I was talking to an Italian friend, we were discussing about why people always satisfied with their own mediocre artwork so easily, is it because the lack of view? We used techno music as an example in our discussion, in this case I argue if a person wants to make a revolutionary techno track, then he’ll probably need to go to Berlin, in order to expand his view, not only to find out what kind of sounds and music are the top DJs and producers creating, but to be there, to experience the culture and the environment, to feel the atmosphere, only then, he’ll has his view expanded, to know what’s good and what’s bad, the whole point is about view expansion.
I don’t know if my friend agrees with my point or not, he simply told me to embrace the fact that I’m a Taiwanese, which I can’t agree more. We constantly envy things we don’t currently have, without realizing we also have things others don’t have. It’s just like the angle hunting, when we sees the imperfect skyline through the camera, there’s really nothing we can do about it at the moment, we can only try hard to find the perfect angle to represent the imperfection, but no need to despise it. After all, it’s what photographers suppose to do in the first place, so maybe I'm just being overthinking here.
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So my friend Lisa sent me this message the other day (I hope she doesn't mind I'm sharing)
"Here's the soup I want you to ponder on..... from my childhood. Italian Meatball Soup. Simple, basic. My grandmother's recipe was very "Italian" (you just add it until it looks right). So here's what it has in it.... chicken stock, chicken, carrots, parsley, celery, onions .... then add the tiny meatballs (I can expound on these if you need me too) and just before you serve you scramble eggs in a bowl with parm. cheese and drop them in slowly. Season with parm cheese to serve."
I like this. Cook by feel. Don't overthink it. Simple and basic always appeals to me.
But I've never had Italian meatball soup. Not quite sure how it's supposed to end up. At first read I thought the egg and parmesan were a dredge for the meatballs, but Lisa explained the dizzle with the drizzle. She also adds that escarole is sometimes added to this soup. I'm in.
I mention this soup to soup fan Stephanie later in the day and she is shocked I'm not familiar with this soup and questions my heritage. Accurately.
Stephanie makes this soup using spinach instead of escarole and with the addition of pasta. Family favorite, so easy, and so forth.
My inclination at this point is usually to recipe surf to find something I like or sharpen the focus of my vision a little.
I didn't do that. I embraced the oral tradition and proceed given the information at hand.
I have some ground lamb in the fridge I'm anxious to use, I have some arugula that I"m sure will step in for the spinach or escarole. This should be good, right? Can't miss.
Welcome to the classic double misdirect, my friends. I know this tale sounded like my train would certainly derail. It did not.
This soup turned out super. Are there things I might do differently next time? Sure. I think I'd blend some ground beef with that lamb. I'd probably wait until the end to throw in the arugula, A little more parmesan in the egg maybe. Would I start with a tried and true, measured ingredients recipe? Nah. Not sorry to have taken the less marked trail, although I suspect Lisa's grandmother would say I put too much stuff in here. Would I avoid the "posing questions to myself" format in my flickr entry? Probably.
Now the soup.
INGREDIENTS
1 pound ground lamb
1/4 cup grated parmesan
1/4 cup parsley, well chopped
1 egg
2 tbsp olive oil
1 onion, diced
2 stalks celery, chopped
3 cloves garlic
3 carrots, peeled and chopped
2 bay leaves
2 tsp kosher salt
2 tsp worcestershire
1 cup chicken, cooked and shredded
1 cup arugula, chopped
4 c chicken broth
1 egg
1/4 c grated parmesan
Mix lamb, parmesan, and egg and form tiny meatballs (I got 43). Set aside.
In same pot, saute onions, celery and garlic 5 minutes.
Add carrots, bay leaves, salt, worcestershire and broth and bring to a boil.
Add meatballs, chicken, and arugula and reduce to simmer 20 minutes.
Whisk egg and parmesan together.
Raise heat to meadium. Drizzle egg/parmesan mix slowly into soup.
Once egg firms, ladle into bowls and serve. Sprinkle with parmesan
Captured this photo after a long and stressful day, it instantly relaxed me when I saw this bird just sit there going with the waves. It reminded me to just go with the flow, when things get hard and stressful don’t overthink it and don’t stress about it. Nothing good comes from it, kinda just makes it worse. Learn to go with the flow, like the bird flows with the waves 🌊
Sarah Salmon, an air cadet with 713 Thunderbolt Royal Canadian Air Cadet Squadron (Stoney Creek, Ont.), completes pre-flight checks before conducting her first solo flight on Monday, 15 July. "I did not think it would happen right away. It was nice to be thrown in; I didn't have a chance to overthink it."
Photo by: Lt(N) Bettina McCulloch-Drake