вспомнился отрывок из песни Би-2: "счастье мое, где ты?."
оно у каждого свое. просто есть общие моменты, в которые радуется каждый человек: встреча с кем-то близким после временной разлуки, разрешение трудной ситуации, любовь, отдых после тяжелой работы, зарплата с гонораром, осуществление желания, долгожданный ребенок, тепло после холода, прохлада в жару, ну и прочее..
поводы для счастья бывают разные - и маленькие, и большие.
...That, and I really dislike it when people are not aware that they're being manipulative. It becomes nearly impossible—without being made into the antagonist—to explain to them that they're creating a giant fuck zone in the lives of those around them.
The most important thing to me is my sanity. Basically, I need to be at least 50% okay with myself, my actions, my life to be able to function at the level that I desire.
It seems selfish, I know, but I promise it is not.
If I were not sane, than the world would be worse off! =]
2. Passive people and/or phony people. If you have a problem, be an adult an address it directly with a discussion. No need to talk behind anyone's back or bottle it up. Passive-agressiveness is also frustrating.
3. Lazy people who pretend they aren't. I hate when people whine about how they just don't have anytime. Uh, last I checked you've been on facebook for the past four hours. You have plenty of time.
oh god... I would want to say so many things! so many things....
but then I think that if my ten-year old self knew the things I knew now, my life would be completely different...
I'm not saying it's a bad thing or a good thing, but I am satisfied with myself and I feel like in our concept of life, there isn't going back and changing things. I don't trust us humans with that power.
I've realized it's not the music that helps me, but it's how I react to the music.
sometimes some good secondhand serenade (kind of depressing!) helps lift my mood, simply because I am listening and appreciating their sound.
the lyrics can be rather depressing... hah.
Sometimes eminem lifts me up, sometimes it's just a random mix of songs...
however many of my mixes just remind me of other things in my life... like I said though, it depends on how I view those events (sad that they are over, happy that they happened... idk, depends on my mood)
а потом уже - саморазвитие, самореализация, самоутверждение (в хорошем смысле этого слова)
идти к своей цели, мечте, пусть даже методом проб и ошибок - не так ли важно это каждому человеку. ну а цели и мечты у всех разные:)
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По другому - осознать мир, полюбить его и ближних... Человеку так мало нужно для счастья. Настоящая любовь! В широком смысле! И не нужны дворцы, суперяхты.... Понимание, что ты нужен и в тебе нуждаются. И здоровья, чтобы вершить добро...
Здоровье,Любовь и немного денег!)),
а вообще просто чувствовать себя счастливым-для кого то это деньги,для кого то любимая работа,для кого-то семья,кто-то возможно это совмещает,но для кого-то это наркотики и алкоголь,либо секта,это тоже можно совместить и заменить и будет "счастье",
Я например видела одну счастливую женщину-это пациентка психиатрической больницы-она ссала стоя и ей было пох. на в всех...(((
Абсолютно счастливых мужчин не встречала-но это поправимо...
Apparently, I have a different definition of "friend". Thankfully, I've got some really dear friends who share my definition. Sadly, my partner has gotten caught in the crossfire of this conflict and I don't think she shares my same definition and is hurt by this change. I feel bad for her but I have better boundaries than to try and fix a conflict between her and others. It would be up to her to try to fix it, in her own way or not.
Preferably with a nice wine.
Choosing my biggest pet peeve is kind of hard to decide though, so many different irritating things.
I think my biggest pet peeve would have to be a tie between:
-The word, 'irk." I don't know why but it irritates me to no end. Especially since people like picking on me by saying, "Irk irks you, doesn't it?"
-When someone does not talk to me all day, but the second I put on my headphones, turn on my music, and try to go into my world, you decide to talk and talk and talk. I wanna listen to my music, fool! Should've said something earlier for Christ's sake. -.-
В первую очередь - это здоровье свое и близких людей. Причем как физическое так и психологическое.
Все остальное - дело наживное)))
Можно просто радоваться каждый день каждой фигне и быть счастливым.
А можно иметь все и ничего не будет радовать.
И я желаю, всем людям на Земле, никогда не узнать как это. А если уже, то забыть))
To answer the question, my ideal pizza would have tons of cheese, a thin layer of sauce, pepperoni, mushrooms, and anchovies.
А на практике, если не рассматривать случаи со всевозможными опьянениями и измененными сознаниями - человеку нужно быть ребенком. Это то единственное время, когда для счастья нет условий, оно просто есть!
I made this journal as a secret to vent when I was in a bad place but I didn't friendslock any of the posts because I wanted someone to see how depressed I was. Someone random online actually tried to comfort me. It was touching but I felt pretty pathetic about it at the same time.
I guess the main people I don't want to see my livejournals now are my parents. They think I'm so strange and while these quotes are relatively harmless there is homosexuality in the fic and I read a lot both of which would worry my mom if she knew.
You look tired.
"You look tired. Did you not sleep well?"
"You should go to bed sooner."
"Are you tired? Your eyes look sunken."
Are you okay?
"You look upset..."
"Do you need to talk?"
"Why aren't you smiling?"
"Hey, I said why aren't you smiling?"
"It takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile."
"Frowning gives you wrinkles."
"It can't be that bad..."
"Why do you look so sad?"
*This breed of facial expression commentary is generally said quickly by the offender passing by the recipient as to not give adequate time for a polite yet stern response as to why she is not obligated to beam at every passerby. I say "she" because, in my observation, this is generally done by men to women, particularly young women. I'm sure it happens to men too. I find it so degrading and controlling when a man or woman says this to me.
I dont have much else to say concerning this without sounding like a cold, uncaring, crazy person who doesn't want people to care about her. I simply don't understand why people say these things to each other. I could break down the analyzation it in-depth but trust me, you don't want me to. It would be an essay.
I DO understand that some people genuinely care about others. I believe there are times when it is very appropriate to say these things for example if someone is about to break down into tears. However, generally when these comments are said this is what I hear "You're making me uncomfortable with your facial expression. "I don't understand what's going on in your head and I'm going to express my guess at what it is to let you know that you need to fix your facial expression for my comfort."
To the offenders...
Maybe they just need a cup of coffee.
Maybe they have a newborn baby.
Maybe they're well-rested and you indirectly told them they look terrible.
Maybe you caught them thinking.
Maybe they didn't even see you.
Maybe they're not tired.
Maybe they are okay.
Maybe they're smiling inside.
Maybe they save their smiles for times when it matters.
I have one more with two parts. I'll keep it short.
Let's say you're eating something you find delicious, or you picked it because it's healthy and you're trying to watch what you eat. Someone walks up to you and says one of the following:
"What you're eating looks disgusting."
"Ew, what is that?"
"That looks so gross."
"Why would you eat that?"
"Who wants to be on a diet?"
Or maybe they'll ask you multiple questions about your food with a sickened tone that screams everything they're thinking. Maybe they'll just stare at it in disgust.
I know not everyone is going to love every food. I understand diversity of tastes. But I don't understand people who don't eat ANY vegetables. Adults. Who don't eat vegetables. Ever. It seems childish. Do they want their colon to be backed up 24/7? It's one thing if someone simply doesn't eat vegetables. But when they ridicule me for eating vegetables, I really want to give them a piece of my mind. I'd like to try to live
Corn is not a vegetable. It's a grain.
Potatoes and carrots, while delicious and very eat-worthy, are not vegetables. They're roots.
I have a new found pet peeve: when people say "troll", "trolled", and "trolling".
"OH I TOTALLY TROLLED THIS LADY AT 7/11"
Seriously? Can we not sound like a bunch of twelve year old interweb nerds?
Of course there's always the good 'ol pet peeve of people who don't thank you for holding doors open for them.
Yesterday I was leaving a store after getting something cute to give my boyfriend. I was cheery when I got to the register. The cashier was nasty and shoved the receipt in my hand as she looked away to talk to someone. OKAY, WHATEVER, I'm still in a good mood. So as I'm leaving, I see this rather large woman behind me, so I do what I naturally do and hold the door for someone behind me. She wasn't paying attention to the fact that I was even holding the door for her. Then she notices me, walks out, and gives me this look like I was supposed to hold the door for her, and walks away without saying anything. My mood was instantly ruined. Trashy people have no manners. Funny thing, I saw the same woman today while I was on line at Wal-Mart Pharmacy. Kinda hard not to miss her since she was wearing the same exact outfit she was wearing the day before. I glared at her.
If someone's being polite to you, you're supposed to thank them. It's called manners. Apparently a lot of people today don't have them.
Another one from today is people who let their kids run rampant in stores. They come across as embarrassed for their child's behavior, but you can tell that from the way they chose to discipline their child, that their child learns it from them.
The lady says: I don't care if they act wild like this in the house, but don't embarrass me in public.
If you are letting your kids run rampant at home with no rules, how are they supposed to know how they're supposed to act in public? Teaching a child starts at home. Besides, I think it's a little concerning when your toddler son and daughter are practically having a wrestling match on the dirty Wal-Mart floor. Maybe it's a sign you shouldn't let them do that at home. Just sayin...
Then she has the nerve to look at me and tell me that seeing her kids is all the birth control I need. Um, no. Seeing your kids act like clowns does not change my desire to have kids. I don't intend to raise my kids in such a manner that they'd think acting like that is acceptable. If anything, seeing her kids act like animals makes me want kids, because I know they'd be great.
I have a lot of things I really don't like. For instance, children, in general. But mostly when they are screaming in my workplace. I really want to go out in the lobby and ask the person to remove their child from the premises or I will remove their child's head from their body.
Also, when no one in my house washes the dishes. Lookit, I don't even eat here 75 percent of the time, but I'm the one that has to do the dishes everyone else uses. I use maybe a cup or small plate every few days and generally I wash them after, or at least that same day if I can't do it at that moment because I'm in a hurry. But I really hate when I do all the dishes of days built up before I go to work one day and come home and there are new dirty dishes everywhere. At least rinse 'em off, people! Or get pots soaking so I'm not spending forever washing them because no one else will!
People who try to correct you when you know you are correct about factual information. If I am 100 percent confident that what I am saying is right, don't question it. If you think I'm wrong, go look it up and then, if I perhaps am misinformed, bring me your proof. But don't start a fight with me if you have nothing to back what you think is right up.
There's a great local pizza place here in Eugene called Ciao Pizza. Hands down, best pizza ever. It's thin and wood fired with really high quality ingredients.
So, my perfect pizza? Canadian bacon, mushroom, caramelized onions & basil leaves. And hold the calories, please.
... What? You said perfect.
I opened up the screen to post my answer, and hello, ridiculous country music, blaring through my speakers. Ads on the damn website, it's 3:30 AM, and I'm exhausted. Dreaming about my bed, floating into dreamland, when suddenly.....cue country twang-taylor swift-hilly billy-yodeling shit. ugh.
Positivity. that's what I tell myself. Stay positive. On a more positive note, I have completed 2/3 lab thingies due starting 8am. It's 3:30....yeah. But 2 done :D printed. glued in my notebooks. wham bam, thank you ma'am.
Pizza....as I digress.... we should be talking about pizza. I guess, let's define perfect. this pizza, i would take with me to heaven, eat it as my last meal, enjoy it when I give myself one cheat day during the week (except this week; the Carl's Jr. does NOT count). Crust, not too think, not too thick. How I like my man. Not in the dirty, that's what she said way, but the torso....not too fat (mayolady gif to follow) and not too thin (think Napoleon Dynamite). So, the crust. Just the right thickness, pre baked once. Light sauce, the tomato kind, with real tomatoes, that is slightly sour/bitter due to the tomatoes, but sweet from all the other delciousness. Toppings....jalapenos (is it hot in here? it's about to realllll soon!), mushrooms (i know, it's not a vegetable...it's a fungus. delish!), chicken (girl's gotta have her protein...poultry....yeah), cilantro (I ate this stuff by the finger fulls. it smells awesome too!), and tons and tons and mountains of CHEESE! the good kind....if i'm consuming all these calories, give me cheese that makes this glutinous pizza worth it <3 If anything, what I don't want....ONIONS! a vegetable that is analogous to an ogre? layers? bitter? sweet? you know what i'm talking about. no thanks!
Pizza. I've always loved it. My best friends from junior high knew of this obsession. it really was one. To the point where I'd be genuinely sad if the lunch lady ran out of those crappy pizzas during lunch. My school functioned differently....free lunch kids went last, combined with me being the little-est, the pizzas ALWAYS ran out :( But, one of my greatest junior high memories (oh you know, there's the bullies who know jack about where my family is from >:( ) is our 8th grade trip to disneyland. It was just my two best friends and myself who stuck in a group (always been one to keep a handful of close friends...discussable. lots to say. maybe this weekend) and we got pizza at the rocket ship place. talk about freshly baked veggie pizza. so much cheese. cheese like tidal waves, fingers functioning like the surfboard. cutting through the cheese, biting into the slice, cherishing the harmonious blend of each individual pizza. You might be thinking? GIrl, it's not that good. just expensive because it's from the land of mice. Well, as a 13 year old, that pizza was amazing. Frozen cheese pizza that was a real catch during lunch, to this; THIS was like a million bucks. Would I make it my last pizza? no. My pizza where I didn't care how many calories/slice it was? no. at 13 years of age? yep.
I have rambled on about food. seriously. perhaps it means I'm hungry? I'm here downing water, reminding myself not to eat after 8pm. I really need to lose this weight from last year/this summer. I mean, 20-30 minutes at the gym, but it's something? combined with my semi-healthy meals, let's give it a few weeks. I'm not to that point, but I would hate to be where I WAS. self esteem issues took root. Self deprecation. Self loathe. You know when your alter ego calls you a fat slob? yeah....I told myself I'd rather be one to enjoy cake, than care what boys thought about me. Meh, that mentality didn't last, and I'm glad! Calc guy. John. Michael. You know it...sure they didn't work out, and they all come with a line of funsy stories (cue a post about people that were close but I never let get THAT close? sure), but they helped my self esteem soar. It's all words, but if only people knew what one compliment could do for a person's rest of the day. Getting a text that says, "I'm stuck on the freeway and all I can think about is being with you in about....20 minutes :) stay warm, honey, and I love the smell of your shampoo." You like how my SHAMPOO smells? Boy, even that made me smile :) Or those white jeans I once had....I've always been one to have a huge ass, but damn, I know calc boy loved those jeans! Point is, I'm motivating myself with my past. I mean, do you wanna be that girl, or THAT girl? Definitely the other. The jeans were snug, but hell no, we will survive!
In conclusion, I leave you with.... "Change is the only constant."
I know I'm stubborn, and I know where change is required, but I need to tell myself that change keeps us going forward constantly. I cannot run backwards. too many skeletons in the closet. I can't stay where I am. I get so damn bored. Forward it is. Where change shall take me.
It's late. I'm rambling. A 3 hour nap will do me no good :/ I'm so damn sleepy and it's week 2 :( this post was supposed to be about pizza? erm, yeah.
I LIKE PIZZA :D
too lazy to spell check/grammar check, but it's only my alter ego. If that bitch can call me a fat slob, sure I can handle her criticism of my writing.
Now, besides LJ and my e-mail accounts, I am at Facebook and Fanfiction.net too much. I also visit Gamefaqs everyday. There are a few other sites I visit often, but not as much as the five I mentioned.
Cheese, Cheese, and MOAR Cheese.
Maybe a bit of garlic salt, some parsley..
But honestly, just "Cheese, Cheese, and more Cheese" is just as good.
Honestly I don't love pizza, while I don't dislike it either. I just seem to eat quite a bit of it. And I'm the type of person that when I eat pizza, my body makes me regret it a little. (That much grease and other terrible things hurt my tummy a bit. :( )
lots of sauce
One person wrote endlessly about how she typically does not eat pizza because she is a vegetarian, no not really a vegetarian, but vegetarian-like, in that she buys and consumes meat from animals that are raised and then slaughtered humanely, well not humanely because a humane person wouldn't grind up an animal's anus to use as pepperoni, but perhaps . . . .
Another person states that he, on his pizza, will not tolerate onions because they make his breath smell bad, mushrooms because they're slimy, peppers because they're gross, chicken because of its broken-down, chinky-chonk nature; no tomatoes because well obviously, absolutely no wheat or gluten because he suspects his kid has an allergy to peanuts, no strawberry jam because its tiny seeds taunt him, no holy water sprinkled on it because he is momentarily possessed by Satan plus the demon Azazel . . . .
But most of the people answering the query write with abandon, as if they are placing an order to Domino's: One large hand-tossed pizza with everything but anchovies, extra cheese, go light on the sauce . . . .
Christ on a crouton.
Putting "already" on the end of orders. Also British people who say "period" to denote the end of an angry sentence. Totally fine if you're American, but THIS MARK . IS NOT CALLED A PERIOD IN BRITISH ENGLISH. STOP WATCHING SO MUCH TELLY.
Being off ill is so bad for me. I can put up with the exhaustion, just not the SUFFOCATING BOREDOM. It makes me do stupid things like obsessively refresh the shoe pages on ebay. -_- I''ve already won the ugliest pair of boots in the world (so excited, I love them!) but I'm being outbid on everything else. I'm not so deep into it that I can't let it go once someone bids over what I want to pay, but I suppose that's because I haven't found the right shoes yet. :P It might be time to start looking elsewhere... I need some red heels if anyone's got shop suggestions. I don't know where to start.
Good soft shell with stuffed crust. the crust would be stuffed with herbs and cheese and bits of pepperoni.
the sauce would be a good cheese sauce like an alfredo or just go with olive oil and herbs and minced garlic
Meats - Pepperoni, sausage, ham, Burger, hard salami, bacon, chicken
Seafoods - smoked salmon, lox, caviar, anchovies, shrimp, krab, crab, langastinos
cheese- Mozzerella, provelone, montery jack, smoked cheedar, parmesian, romano, asiago, feta, goat cheese, Queso Fresca,
Veggies - spinach, mushrooms of many kinds. diced tomatoes, onions, garlic, chives, chopped basil, chopped parsley, chopped oregano, Pineapple, Seasame seeds, Furikake, Flax seeds, pine nuts, possibly tofu (if done right and marinated in streak sauce.)