tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32442476204828270362011-07-30T20:32:23.555+03:00Pentru cei care inteleg :)rxnsignshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062997319590024138noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244247620482827036.post-44765607248608551932009-10-30T13:54:00.001+02:002009-10-30T13:57:02.358+02:00De la ce s-a inceput totul? <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Hmmm..... de la o despartire cred? </span><br />Da, da, despartire.... exact..... <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Aee, cel putin s-a terminat..... </span><br />Aha..... <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Dar cu ce s-a terminat? </span><br />Aaa, cu o despartire...... <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Cu o despartire?! </span><br />Mda..... <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Aee, cel putin s-a terminat..... </span><br />Aha, oricum nu inteleg...... <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ce? </span><br />In fiecare zi ne despartim de cineva/ceva, si tot e greu..... nici nu stiu ce-i mai greu, despartirea sau inceputul?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Vine iarna......</span><br />Inseamna ca degraba vine primavara..... vara, apoi toamna..... Vine iarna intradevar......<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Deabia astept Anul Nou!</span><br />Heh, o alta despartire....<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ce fel de despartire, ce aiuresti?</span><br />A 630,720,001a despartire..... Si toate dor..... dor dublu...... nu! exponential chiar!<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Imi fac un ceai, tu vrei?</span><br />Vreau.... cu Iuliana.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Iuliana?</span><br />Fata cu care am fugit de la gradinita. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Hahahahaha</span><br />Oare ce mai face?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Cine? Iuliana? Eu de unde sa stiu?</span><br />Ai dreptate, n-ai......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244247620482827036-4476560724860855193?l=rxnsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rxnsignshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062997319590024138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244247620482827036.post-12994734741596813482009-07-19T17:25:00.004+03:002009-10-30T13:54:38.687+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>De unde stii cand esti fericit?</i> </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Fericire? Ce-i aia fericire? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Ei, cum nu stii? Fericire asta atunci cand...stii tu, cand...</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Atunci cand ce? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Straniu!</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Ploua.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Fericire bre</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Ce-i cu ea?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Face ploaia mai calda.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Si?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Si ma ajuta sa te suport in astfel de clipe...</i></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244247620482827036-1299473474159681348?l=rxnsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rxnsignshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062997319590024138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244247620482827036.post-75271677251636387002009-06-22T20:58:00.002+03:002009-10-30T13:59:50.389+02:00<div>One evening, a very wise, old Indian chief was speaking with his grand-son about life, telling him about the internal battle that goes on inside all people. He said, “My son, inside all of us there exists a constant battle between two wolves. One wolf is very evil. It forces you to deal with anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and a self-centered, destructive ego. The other wolf is good. It helps you to experience joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, faith, self-respect, and to develop a giving, constructive ego.” </div><div><br /></div><div>The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf wins?”</div><div><br /></div><div>The wise, old Indian chief replied, “My son, the one you feed.”</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244247620482827036-7527167725163638700?l=rxnsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rxnsignshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062997319590024138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244247620482827036.post-3983765367364475212009-05-17T17:51:00.004+03:002009-10-30T14:04:19.207+02:00<div>Ce este individualismul? Libertatea de a fi altfel? </div><div><br /></div><div>Tind sa cred ca individualismul se deosebeste de individualitate, individualismul seaca individualitatea.</div><div><br /></div><div>In prezent, fiecare individ se naste si traieste intr-o lume egoista si in general nu se mai asociaza sau raporteaza la nici un ideal, nu accepta nimic ce ar putea fi deasupra intereselor sale de moment. Activitatile sale mercantile exclud orice interactiune sociala sincera cu cei din grupul care face parte. Acesta nu cauta repere in cadrul grupului sau, respectiv nu gaseste solutii in cadrul acestuia. Ii este teama sa fie exclus din randurile majoritatii, dar in acelasi timp doreste sa fie unic (aici vorbesc despre individualism nu individualitate).</div><div><br /></div><div>Individualism exagerat fals. Pentru aceasta o detest. Pentru ca ii simt disperarea si singuratatea in ochi. Vad cum tinjeste dupa o imbratisare. Ii observ zambetul care este deseori fals, lipsit de putere, cu tristete in suflet si lacrimi pe obraz. Pentru ca traieste in negare, pentru asta o detest. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dar cine mi-a dat dreptul sa o critic?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244247620482827036-398376536736447521?l=rxnsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rxnsignshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062997319590024138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244247620482827036.post-27877137125825908522009-05-05T23:13:00.006+03:002009-10-30T14:04:15.930+02:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Mi-a ajuns cutitul la os.” </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Stare de epuizare, apetit sporit, durere de cap, stari de plans, insomnie…. Da da, fiecare este familiar cu stresul. Il experimentam in fiecare zi, sub diferite forme si intensitati, iar </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pentru marea majoritate dintre noi lipsa acestuia a devenit o utopie.</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Serviciu, probleme de familie, planuri de viitor</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">… knock knock…. Intrati va rog…. Buna ziua sunt anxietatea, iar aceasta este sora mea depresia. Intrati intrati, simtiti-va ca acasa…. Da, merci… sunteti singure?.... pai nu, am sunat si atacul de cord, vine si el intr-o clipa….</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Problema este asa-numita cursa contra cronometru. Regulile impuse de societatea cotidiana te atrag intr-un cerc vicios, iar rutina care se creeaza te epuizeaza la maxim si aici apare unul dintre cei mai redutabili dusmani ai sanatatii omului din societatea moderna - stresul.</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Si atunci? </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cum ii faci fata? Dezvolti un alt stil de viata</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">? Iti modifici perspectiva de a privi lucrurile</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">? Prin activitatea fizica? Cred ca ramine pentru fiecare in parte sa-si gaseasca propria evadare… Iar daca simti ca stresul iti afecteaza viata de zi cu zi, atunci ar fi bine sa-ti faci o programare la un psiholog. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Eu sunt de acord cu afirmatia ca pentru a-ti controla nivelul de stres trebuie sa-i controlezi pe cei din jurul tau (si aici nu ma refer la manipulare).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dar tu, cum faci fata stresului?</span></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244247620482827036-2787713712582590852?l=rxnsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rxnsignshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062997319590024138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244247620482827036.post-8111526454504262482009-05-03T11:22:00.001+03:002009-10-30T14:02:02.856+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ieri am descoperit ca am o repulsie fata de convorbirile la telefon cu persoanele necunoscute. Am ezitat sa fac un apel timp de 30 de minute si doar datorita insistentei unui prieten si seriozitatii problemei am reusit sa o fac. Si uite asa am decis sa caut o explicatie la problema mea si navigind pe net am descoperit ca sunt perosoane mai triste ca mine, la care repulsia s-a transformat in frica, iar frica in fobie.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ce ziceti de o persoana care v-ar implora sa vorbiti la telefon in locul lui, pe motiv ca doar daca tasteaza numarul lesina?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Uite asa m-am lasat cuprins de tema fobiilor si am decis sa ma impart cu voi cu cele mai "originale" dupa parerea mea.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Caligynefobie - o teroare fara margini fata de femeile frumoase. Boala este serioasa, mai ales ca exista si o “complicatie”, philematofobia, fobia fata de sarut. Uite asta numesc eu o viata trista.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Eufobia - frica de vesti bune<br />Ithyphallofobia - frica de erectia penisului<br />Courlofobia - frica de clovni<br />Autodisomofobia - frica de persoane care miros urat<br />Levofobia - frica de lucruri aflate in partea stanga a corpului<br />Ostraconofobia - frica de fructe de mare<br />Rabdofobia - frica de baghete magice<br />Hexakosioihexekontahexafobia - frica de numarul 666<br />Hippopotamonstrosesquippedaliophobia - frica de cuvinte foarte lungi</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Si cea mai "tare" dintre toate este Panofobia care reprezinta frica de tot.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Este evident ca frica poate transforma cele mai inofensive lucruri in cele mai rele cosmaruri, o teroare in masura sa-ti faca viata de zi cu zi un adevarat iad. Sa scapi de o fobie este posibil. De exemplu, psihoterapia cognitiva comportamentala propune un fel de “desensibilizare” a pacientului la stimulul fobic, prin confruntari repetate, dar graduale cu situatia respectiva. Uite asta o veste buna pentru persoana eufoba.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244247620482827036-811152645450426248?l=rxnsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rxnsignshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062997319590024138noreply@blogger.com3