Photography: The Three Cats of Sarlat
Cats are dramatic. When I walk in my corridor and I meet Isis the cat, she stops and acts “as if” she was about to be slaughtered by the human, then runs away with big eyed panic, as if I was a dangerous goblin…
I read about a strange Akira Kurosawa‘s tool, the Japanese director, who said, when shooting a movie, something like :
“When a scene is done, in the box, and you’re happy : go on shooting”.
Opens a little door in my head, written “Why?” on it : When you have what you need, maybe you are relaxed, then you can try new things? Or maybe the tiredness could bring another “tone”? Kubrick is said to shoot dozens of times, just to make the actors quit their easiness, their habits…
Where else could this be true? Prayers? Poetry? Training?
Alexithymia is a word built on Greek, of course : “No words for emotions”.
It’s not really a mental disorder. It’s a difficulty identifying and describing feelings or emotions.
It’s interesting because it leads to different branches :
- I don’t know what I feel, I don’t have words for that.
- I don’t like what I feel, thus I’m afraid to find out.
- I don’t know what to think about what I feel, though I physically feel something, it doesn’t give me an emotion or I don’t know what would be the “proper” emotion.
- There’s a confusion between “the event” (outside of me) and “the sensation” (inside).
I read about a study about the factors that employees consider motivating. Good wages, , interesting work, security of the job, of course, but the number one factor was “to be valued”. Really valued.
It’s not about a bonus or a “best employee of the month” challenge. It’s really something like :
“I see what you do and I appreciate what you do”.
People often do the best they can with what they got. And they wait, they need to be seen…
Makes sense, right?
Lax ways of escaping (life, a situation, boredom) should be listed :
Alcohol, sports, speedy leisures, drugs, video games…
But what if you can’t escape? Will your body find a way (accident, illness…)? Dodging forging ahead?
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Introverts. We’re all a tribe.
There are labels we tend to like to read about us. INTJ, Empaths, Introverts, Thinkers…
We read memes about us with a smile.
Responsibilities and social interactions needs cursors at the minimum : we prefer to think alone, in front of beautiful nature, or with our saint trilogy (a book a tea a cat), under a blanket, watching the rain by the window. We love conversations… one to one.
And then, the other side. Extroverts, Go-ahead people, Fast people, Managers, people who like groups, parties, responsibilities, goals, etc…
When an introvert is bored, it’s sort of OK. She (I call her a she in this article, OK?) dreams, she opens a book, goes for a walk – or opens a bottle of French wine before writing a poem.
When an extrovert is bored, he’s (I call him a he, OK?) depressed. Something’s wrong. Routine is not OK at all. He becomes grey, and looks for “things to do” – which are often displacing his body (hunting, running, biking, driving, whatever) or finding goals (or anything that can bring a sense of success).
But in the end, we all need social interactions. All this is pretty well told by the Hedgehog’s Dilemma :
The hedgehog’s dilemma, or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is a metaphor about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs seek to move close to one another to share heat during cold weather. They must remain apart, however, as they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp spines. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this may not occur, for reasons they cannot avoid.
The hedgehog’s dilemma suggests that despite goodwill, human intimacy cannot occur without substantial mutual harm, and what results is cautious behavior and weak relationships. The hedgehog’s dilemma is used to explain introversion and isolationism.
A new job, a project, a success. We met new people, we’ve been in groups, yeyyy!
The Extrovert got oxygen. He feels happy, and alive. Grey’s gone, he’s like a clean engine in the sun! He goes running with his dog! He smiles back and his wife is proud.
The Introvert got oxygen too. She feels happy… to be back home. She has new ideas of musics and books, seeds for conversations. Look at her, now : she’s reading, petting her cat’s head. Both are purring…
Her husband cuddles her, smiling, or… runs with the dogs. Depends of the type!
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When you move in with your lover, do you merge your books collections or not? Why?
I can’t really read Art Books : as soon as I’m on my armchair, my cat Bidou jumps on my lap – no place for the book, errr…
Whatever : in this delicious autumn feeling, under pullovers and cardigans, with two scarves already, I read a great book about Goya, the Spanish painter, with my cat on my legs, with a glass of Morgon (yep it’s a French wine). What else?
The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.
D. H. Lawrence
“We know what to do, but we do not do”, says a character in the movie Ma Loute. Isn’t it Tolstoian?
Imagine you live near a volcano, or in a city which has been destroyed by earthquakes before : do you have a suitcase of “I take this in case of destruction”? What would you put inside?
“Three Worst” :
What is the worst demon? The Family Destroyer.
The worse things happen when people stop talking to each other.
I wonder what’s the worst : to be hurt by someone on purpose, or to be hurt by someone who has no clue…
The loveliest trick of the Devil is to persuade you that he does not exist!
Have a great day!
“Heaven helps those who help themselves”.
In French it’s not heaven, but… the sky. It will help you. Aide-toi, le ciel t’aidera.
I find it interesting that you use “heaven” in English, instead of God himself. “Heaven helps those who help themselves”. Does that mean that people understand that they can NOT ask God himself to help them (find a place for your car, pass your exam, change your life)? Yep : He has probably other and bigger fish to fry.
In French, we would say “Il a d’autres chats à fouetter” : “He has other cats to whip”.
Really? Yes really.
So… Help yourself, the sky will help you.
It seems to be a good advice (even if there’s no God or Heaven or Sky to “help” you). This invitation to act (with an implicit “Instead of complaining”) sounds a little like :
“Move your ass, silly, and maybe you’ll get something”. Okey!
This decision process is a funny thing to study. “To begin, begin”, said the wise man. But how? First, your have to find your goal, right? Then…
- Action, go go go, push, push towards your goal, drive your way towards it.
- Observe what’s around, find where the flow flows, rotate little things to facilitate flows… towards the goal. The flow. Where it goes. That’s important!
I already wrote something about 2 : The Propensity of Things.
Who says “Help yourself”? Your mother? Your friend? Why? Do they want to help you really? Are they angry of your laziness? What can happen? Where’s YOUR flow? Did you consider it? Or do you constantly work against it?
What’s the worse that could happen? You help yourself, you move, you change things, you try, you… fail?
Well, not THAT a big deal, right? “Y a pas d’quoi casser trois pattes à un canard” is the French way to say “Nothing to write home about” :
That doesn’t break three legs to a duck
Mmhh, makes sense?
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“Péter plus haut que son cul” means “To fart higher than your ass”. Makes sense? Of course it means “to be pretentious” or “to be vain”. I think you say “Think you are the cat’s whiskers”. Cute!
“Ça vaut pas un pet de lapin” means “It doesn’t worth a rabbit’s fart”. In English you say “It’s not worth a bean”, which I understand, but is also less funny, right?
“J’en n’ai rien à péter” means “I have nothing to fart about it”, of course it’s the English way to say “I don’t give a shit”. Oohhhh!
“Péter un câble” (“To break a cable”), yes it’s “To blow a fuse”. Because in French, péter can also mean “To break”. J’ai pété une assiette : I broke a plate. Yessss, I know 🙂
I’ll find more idioms. Idioms are great, right ?