“It’s not an easy thing to live in a truthful manner, but the alternative is hell.” —Jordan Peterson
This is a distillation of some of the ideas that I’m hearing from Jordan Peterson. I can in no way take credit for any of these ideas, I am merely listening to his discussions, and taking notes. The references are at the bottom. I encourage you to listen to them.
Jordan Peterson talks about Christian symbolism a lot (and sometimes other stories like Pinocchio and Batman) and repairs the old stories to their deeper meanings. “It’s important to understand what the stories mean because back then we just didn’t really know what the hell we were doing. We’re smarter that we know, but the problem is we don’t know ourselves. We reveal our true self in the symbols constantly, but then have to reflect on that to understand what it is that we’re up to.” Continue reading “Truths & Symbolism in Judaism & Christianity”
I stumbled across a movement called minimalism this week, and it has really struck a chord. In some ways I have always been a minimalist. However, it’s not an idea that I had formally considered, so I haven’t fully incorporated it into all areas of my life. I think it’s time, now.
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Avoiding long awkward silences one question at a time.
I suck at talking to strangers. I used to better at it in my dating days, and when I worked for a digital marketing agency where we were expected to attend networking events and connect with people. You see, I’m an introvert, and somewhat socially awkward. I am hyper-aware of what other people might think of me, so sometimes I just don’t know what to say for fear of sounding stupid. To cope, I generally avoid one-on-one conversations with strangers at parties. When I’m in a group, I pray that someone else does all the talking, so I can just interject little tid-bits here and there. I don’t think I am alone in this; lots of people can relate. Right? Continue reading “Talking to Strangers at Parties”
When the student is ready the teacher will appear.
I dug up an old notebook from my 8th grade year. It’s unusual in that I managed to stick with writing for long enough to nearly fill a whole notebook, and that I didn’t immediately burn it. It’s pretty tough for me to read, because 8th grade was a difficult year, where I was adjusting to a new town, new school, trying to make friends and desperately wanting to fit in. Some stuff is cringeworthy because I sound so immature, but I also found that I’m strangely perceptive at times. I appreciate the fact that I managed to capture a glimpse of what it was to be me at age 13.
If you are 12, 13 or 14 and struggling, I thought that you’d like to read what I wrote. I’m attempting to relate to what you’re going through (even all these years later) and to tell you that you’re not alone, and the cliche that every adult tells you– “It will get better” –is true.
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