Tagged: mental health

laugh of the day

Why is great to be old
1Kidnappers are not very
Interested in you.
In a hostage situation,
You are likely to be released first.
No one expects you to run —
People call at 9 PM (or 9 AM) and ask,
‘Did I wake you?’
People no longer view you as a
There is nothing left
To learn the hard way.
Things you buy now
Won’t wear out.
You can eat
Supper at 4 PM.
You can live without sex
But not your glasses.
You get into heated arguments
About pension plans.
You no longer think of speed limits
As a challenge..
You quit trying to hold
Your stomach in no matter who walks
Into the room.
You sing along
With elevator music.
Your eyes won’t get
Much worse.
Your investment in health insurance
Is finally beginning to pay off.
Your joints are more accurate meteorologists
Than the national weather service.
Your secrets are safe with your friends
Because they can’t remember them either.
Your supply of brain cells is finally down to
A manageable size.
You can’t remember
Who sent you this list.

Life lessons from games on facebook

Things I learned from games on Facebook.
I enjoy cards and board games but I’m not a regular player. My parents were canasta addicts and later my mother had her weekly bridge club. Me, I just enjoy playing with friends. I’m not interested in whether I win or lose but that doesn’t mean that in the heat of Sorry I won’t send you home every chance I get. And, I drive a game partner crazy when I can’t remember which cards were played. It’s just a game. That is, until I discovered Candy Crush.
As I whizzed through the early episodes, I have to admit that I was getting a little competitive, not with my facebook friends, but with myself. I would go back and replay any step where I didn’t earn three stars. As I moved from one game to another, it was the same, me against me. When a game gave me the opportunity to gloat over a higher score than a friend, I x’d it out. It was always me against my personal best. I realized that this was how I have always been. I’m not really interested in what other people think about me as much as what I think about myself.
I moved on to games that required speed, I realized that speed is not my thing. Eye hand coordination has always been difficult for me. With these games, I learned to accept that almost anyone could score higher and that repeating a stage would not necessarily improve my skill. I would have skipped these stages except that you can’t move on until you complete the current game. I played the game over and over until the game genii felt sorry for me and let me win. I never felt that I “won” , just that now I could move on to a non-timed episode. What a relief to realize that I don’t have to win every time, even against myself.
As the games got harder, I learned that the key to winning many of them was not to focus on the next little ball, square, fruit but to sit back and look at the whole picture. This has been a problem for me my whole life, defeating the next hurdle, myopic vision. I realized that I had been painting this way, as well. I finally understood that I could see so much more if I stood back and looked at the whole with softened eyes. My paintings improved and I moved one step closer to being an artist not just a painter.
Finally, I discovered games that required me to organize my thoughts. Do you know how hard that is for a free thinker, an idea person? But playing these games increased my organizational skills to an amazing degree. As I realized how organized I was becoming in my everyday life, I realized that I had always been able to organize my life, my thoughts when I really needed to. I had been using the ditzy blond gambit to keep people from giving me more responsibility than I wanted. I now know that I can control what and when I take on responsibility, when I choose to be organized and when I get to be a free thinker.
I think I’ll keep on playing games because who knew that games on facebook could actually help me learn important life lessons at my age?