Moving to the country filled me with resentment toward my husband that I never expected. He was living his dream, while I was nowhere near living mine. I had allowed this resentment to root deeply and the filter it produced was all gray. I did not and WOULD not ever enjoy living here. Everywhere I looked I saw more reasons why I hated it here.
People will remain in their mindset as long as it serves them.
What is happiness? Is it a sustainable state? I have read about others describing a deep, inner joy that is similar to nirvana. I see others smile, laugh, hug, be joyous, and succeed at work...my whole life I have looked at these people and wondered what they had figured out that I hadn’t.
In Mental Jailbreak's first ever post, we will examine something light and easy to be sure to get off on a good foot. (Since we don't know each other very well yet, that's dry sarcasm bleeding through in the very first sentence of this website's existence.)
We're going to talk about casual use of words considered by many to be offensive, hurtful, or even hate speech. Specifically, I want to talk about the F word.
Please point your attention to exhibit A, a clip from the 2003 comedy, "Old School":
Andy is a curious soul with INFJ-T personality who likes to examine life closely and lives for those moments of deep revelation and spiritual connection.