Impressões são as que ficam!

Hohopa!!!

Sim, faz muito tempo que não posto nada. Desde que voltei a trabalhar, ando meio preguiçoso, sem tempo nem criatividade pra colocar algo aqui. Mas vou tentar retomar...

Enfim... cá estou, dessa vez, para postar algo não engraçado.... ou pode até ser, dependendo do ponto de vista.

Acabei de visitar o blog de um grande amigo e ví uma imagem que me chamou muito atenção:



É engraçado (agora sim!) como dependendo do ambiente que estamos, somos conhecidos por coisas diferentes ou por posturas diferentes.

Na escola, no colégio, na faculdade, no trabalho, com a família, em outro trabalho, com amigos, com amigas, etc... não importa o núcleo, você será rotulado de uma coisa e, acredite em mim, isso NUNCA mudará. Você sempre carregará aquelas características pelas quais você foi taxado e sempre carregará isso com você. Pode ser que em um lugar vc seja conhecido como sério, no outro extremamente bem-humorado; em um, alastrão, no outro certinho; em um romântico e educado, no outro, pegador; bravo, ou simpático... enfim, as possibilidades são diversas.

O mais legal é quando amigos em comum se encontram e falam de você:

- Nossa, vc conhece ele??? Legal... ele é locão né?

- Não, cara... ele é mó quieto, sussa... certinho

ou

- No trabalho ele também apronta muito? No colégio ele alastrava.

- Nem cara... é bem sério, nem apronta.

Foram exemplos fictícios, mas é assim... e tenho certeza que vocês também já passaram por isso.

Lógico que, muitas vezes, somos a mesma pessoa, mas nos adeqüamos ao lugar em que estamos, por exemplo, no trabalho, normalmente somos sérios... brincamos, claro, mas estamos lá pra trabalhar. Onde eu quero chegar é mais do que isso... é no esteriótipo que as pessoas criam sobre os outros.

Por uma situação ou por uma questão pontual, adiquirimos impressões dos outros e as carregaremos pra sempre. E, muitas vezes, pode ser que não nos aproximemos de certas pessoas por esse preconceito e evitamos muitas coisas, quando, eventualmente, as coisas poderiam ser diferentes.

Quem nunca passou por isso???

Aliás... o blog do meu amigo é http://inthetimeofchimpanzees.wordpress.com/

Dance Monkeys Dance

Hohopa!

Resolvi postar este poema, de Ernst Cline porque acho sensacional! Conheço há algum tempo e, sempre que vejo, me faz pensar e muitas coisas.

Segue um vídeo legendado, mas coloco, abaixo, o texto na íntegra.

Esclarecimentos: Não quero, aqui, causar nenhuma intriga ou polêmica sobre religião, ou Deus. Quem me conhece, sabe das minhas crenças e eu não estou aqui para convencer ninguém de nada!

Quem quiser saber mais sobre o autor, acesse: www.ernestcline.com

Dance Monkeys Danke

Orbiting the sun at about 93 million miles
is a little blue planet
and this planet is run
by a bunch of monkeys.

Now, the monkeys don't think of
themselves as monkeys.
They don't even think of themselves as animals
And they love to list all the things
that they think
separate them from the animals:
Opposable thumbs, self awareness . . .
They'll use words like
Homo Erectus and Australopithecus.

You say Toe-mate-o,
I say Toe-motto.
They're animals all right.
They're monkeys.
Monkeys with high-speed digital fiber optic technology,
but monkeys nevertheless.

I mean, they're clever.
You've got to give them that.
The Pyramids, skyscrapers, phantom jets,
the Great Wall of China.
That's all some pretty impressive shit . . .
for a bunch of monkeys.

Monkeys whose brains have evolved
to such an unmanageable size
that it's now pretty much impossible
for them stay happy for any length of time

In fact, they're the only animals
that think they're supposed to be happy.
All of the other animals can just be.

But it's not that simple for the monkeys.

You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness
and so the monkeys are afraid.
So the monkeys worry.
The monkeys worry about everything,
but mostly about what all the other monkeys think.
Because the monkeys desperately want to fit in
with the other monkeys.

Which is hard to do,
because a lot of the monkeys seem to hate each other.
This what really separates them from the other animals.
These monkeys hate.
They hate monkeys that are different.
Monkeys from different places,
monkeys who are a different color-

You see, the monkeys feel alone.
All six billion of them.

Some of the monkeys pay another monkey
to listen to their problems.

Because the monkeys want answers
and the monkeys don't want to die.
So the monkeys make up gods
and then they worship them.
Then the monkeys argue
over whose made-up god is better.
Then the monkeys get really pissed off
and this is usually when the monkeys decide
that it's a good time to start killing each other.

So the monkeys wage war.
The monkeys make hydrogen bombs.
The monkeys have got their whole fucking planet
wired up to explode.
The monkeys just can't help it.

Some of the monkeys play to a sold out crowd . . .
of other monkeys.

The monkeys make trophies
and then they give them to each other.
Like it means something.

Some of the monkeys think
that they have it all worked out.
Some of the monkeys read Nietzsche
The monkeys argue about Nietzsche
without given any consideration to the fact
that Nietzsche
was just another fucking monkey.

The monkeys make plans.
The monkeys fall in love.
The monkeys fuck
and then they make more monkeys.

The monkeys make music
and then the monkeys DANCE
Dance, monkeys, dance.

The monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise.
Exhibit A
Monkey making noise.
And when he's done,
five other randomly selected monkeys
will rate this monkey's noises
on a scale from one to ten.
At the end of the night,
they add all the numbers up
to see which monkey made the best noises.

As you can see . . .
these are some fucked up monkeys.

These monkeys are at once the ugliest
and most beautiful creatures on the planet.

And the monkeys don't want to be monkeys.
They want to be something else.
But they're not.

Verbs of being

Hohopa!

Today I decided to do something different... I just felt like writing in english... don't ask me why.

(Whether you didn't like it or in case I wrote something wrong, please see my previous post)


So...

Have you ever noticed how a person verbaly interacts about things and facts?

They barely heard some idea, wish, order, or opinion and if they are supposed to do something about it, they might respond differently - of course.

It's very important to pay attention to which verbs are spoken...

But... did they actually hear or understand what you've just said? Sometimes it seems that they just barfed an answer to you, so that you could leave'm alone, doesn't it?

1) Truth be told, they just might not have listened, although they are skilled at listening. I guess 80% of the people say something according to their mood at the time.

2) But sometimes they are indeed low skilled and really can't do it.

3) Worst case ever: 1+2 = F#*&* lazy and low-skilled dude!!!

If I could give you a piece of advice, stay away from #3 people.

Here we find a very interesting chart crossing Skill and Determination. From now on, listen carefully to what people say and try to identify where they belong.



(by Indexed)



Think about it!