Saturday, August 11, 2012

My vicarious love life

As I creep ever closer to 28 (Thanks! Just a balanced diet and lots of water) more of my friends are getting married and having children meaning their ‘gossip’ is more about breastfeeding and wedding centerpieces than one night stands and STIs (or STDs as they were called back then). It’s a sad reality.
So it brings me great joy that three of my close friends have recently joined RSVP, and another is putting in some serious dating legwork. My vicarious love life is as entertaining as ever.
When it comes to online dating, what could be better than to be able to sit and judge people in the comfort of your own home, without the noise and drunken idiots of clubs and pubs? You just can’t ask for more than that.
Although being in a relationship is the goal and the ultimate happiness of their activities, it’s certainly entertaining to be there for the journey. Although I always loved telling stories of failed dates with failed guys, it was a comparatively small satisfaction in relation to the hours spent actually living the experiences from which the stories would stem.  Not worth it.
But to hear about it from someone else is a joy. Sure, I want my friends to be happy, but I truly feel like the failed dates are as important as the good ones simply for the wealth of character building stories they will acquire and be able to share…with me.
So far, there are guys who wear sneakers with jeans and others who can barely speak a word of English. Some own Chihuahuas, some invite you round the night their mum dies, and others are just great big perverts (well, most are but some are very open about it…and they’re bald on top with a ponytail at the back. No!)
And then there’s me - the backseat driver and engaged spectator avoiding as long as I can conversations that will be peppered with marriage, mortgage and kids, not to mention divorces, menopause and death.
One in eight marriages these days stems from an online meeting. So please...become a statistic, then tell me all about it.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Happily humble

Ironically, I learnt a valuable lesson about valuing nothing, today.

I came home and just figured I was a messy bitch before I left the house this morning and why was my crap all out of place. I quickly realised I wasn't as messy as I'd thought (today anyway) and that my house had been robbed. Five laptops, two mine - gone.

My first thought - I'm going to be late to dinner. My second thought - I hope they didn't lay on my bed. My third thought - those pricks took my charger...fuck.

I have always had a skewed perception of valuables.

When my first car was stolen back in 2008, I was most disappointed about my $15 dollar pair of silver sandals that went with everything. They had been under the front seat. Other than that, I was kind of relieved - it was due for a clean and that was a job for the whole weekend. Dodged that bullet.

My mum once grounded me because I accidentally threw away a gold bracelet she'd given me for Christmas, and she'd intercepted it in the garbage before it made it to the big bins. I'd never seen it before in my life.

I've never had a dress or a pair of shoes that I truly cared about spilling stuff on and my car is almost literally a piece of shit.

I don't take photos - all my memories are stored up here (points to head). Mum asks me what I want her to leave me when she dies, but I can't really think of anything.

My top five most valuable things are as follows:

1. An old rusted birdcage with a music box in it that no longer works but used to sing "Yellow
Bird"

2. A Christmas card that my boyfriend made me with a pop up Santa smoking a cigarette and giving me the finger.

3. A small silver slinkie that I once found in the middle of my parents' living room proving
 to me that we can get anything we visualise. (There's a back story, but that's for another day.)

 4. My I heart New York mug that's as big as my head.



5. My juggling balls of which my brother lost one and I'm yet to make him pay.

If any of that stuff got stolen I'd be unhappy, but I'd get by. Look, I'm writing this on my phone and my hand is cold and numb now but what I'm trying to say is, no one can steal from you if you have nothing, or, more profoundly, everything you need you already have. Except my phone. If those f*ckers took my phone I'd be pissed.


Excuse any spelling mistakes!



Sunday, August 5, 2012

Scientology isn't a dirty word


I love telling people that I grew up a fourth generation Scientologist. I especially love it in social situations where someone has launched into a diatribe against Scientology in front of a big group. Just the look on their faces after I tell them is like chocolate for my soul. I definitely don’t take personal offence to their ignorance; I just love their awkward stumbling to save face when I pretend I do and test how much they really know.

This is not to say I am not ignorant of other religions. I don’t understand Ramadan or Lent (I don’t even know if they are meant to be capitalised). I’ll never understand why it truly matters if the Sabbath is on a Saturday or a Sunday. I think that if there were a God, surely he’d just be happy that they’re dedicating a full day to Him. Of course I question Mary’s virginity and wonder how others can’t. I don’t know what makes Good Friday, Good Friday and why you aren’t supposed to eat meat, or the difference between Easter Sunday or Easter Monday – except that on Sunday mum used to hide eggs in the garden for us to find. As for Pancake Day, I can definitely understand Pancake Day. Why shouldn’t a whole day be dedicated to pancakes? In fact, why shouldn’t a whole religion be dedicated to pancakes? Now that makes sense to me, but I have no idea what it has to do with Christianity. Come to think of it, I don’t even know exactly what Christianity is (does it encompass all religions that believe in Jesus?). Having said all that, I would never disbelieve a religion based on things I’ve seen on Today Tonight or read in magazines. I actually don’t believe any information I gain from those sources. Brad and Angelina had had their first biological daughter before I believed they were together.

Some people might find the way I grew up a little odd. My first school was a Scientology school and I was there until year three. The Athena School was K – 10 with 99 students in total and now all that’s left of it is a sandstone shopfront in Sydney suburb, Tempe. Many classrooms were adjoining so we would have to walk through others’ lessons to get to our own. We weren’t allowed chocolate (forward thinking considering how fat we are all getting these days), we called our teachers by their first names and the best class for each week received a framed photo of L. Ron. Hubbard to hang in their classroom. Each week we wrote and decorated our very own “Success stories” based on the great things we had done that week.

When it came to practicing Scientology, I didn’t go to church; I went to events - massive galas announcing ‘wins’ for scientology. The one that stands out most was the 1993 event in which it was announced that Scientology had been officially made a religion. To this day people still wonder how it is a religion when it doesn’t have a God, per se. Worse still, many believe L. Ron. Hubbard claimed to be God Himself. The thing that I find most inspiring about this religion is that it accepts people of any denomination. Scientology’s focus is on the self. In essence, we are our own Gods. Just as in Buddhism - which I find to be the closest linked belief system to Scientology – we are all God. Everything has a life force; everyone is someone; everyone is connected.
Scientology does not threaten a fiery hell, though it does have Karmic principles. There are no commandments, just 21 moral suggestions for being the best person you can be, called The Way To Happiness:

11.     Take care of yourself
22.     Be temperate
33.     Don’t be promiscuous
44.     Love and help children
55.     Honour and help your parents
66.     Set a good example
77.     Seek to live with the truth
88.     Do not murder
99.     Don’t do anything illegal
110. Support a government designed and run for all the people
111. Do not harm a person of good will
112. Safeguard and improve your environment
113. Do not steal
114. Be worthy of trust
115. Fulfil your obligations
116. Be industrious
117. Be competent
118. Respect the religious beliefs of others
119. Try not to do things to others that you would not like them to do to you
220. Try to treat others as you would want to be treated
221. Flourish and prosper

So basically, everything that your parents, grandparents, bosses and teachers told or encouraged you to do. (Little fact: written in 1980, The Way To Happiness has been distributed in over 2,250 prisons worldwide.)

When I was young, I didn’t say prayers; I said postulates. I was taught to picture what I wanted with my day, with my year, with my life, for dinner, and just have faith it would eventually come. It’s funny that 16 years before the bestselling book The Secret was released in 2006, I was a six year old already practicing what this book suggests – you are a product of your thinking – because that is the foundation of Scientology. It’s about owning your situation. It’s about changing your thinking and changing your situation for the better, as well as helping those around you. After all, a planet packed with people who think and act negatively will negatively affect all of us. On a small scale, have you ever noticed how a mood can change in a room with a negative or resentful person? Put this on a larger scale and multiply it by seven billion. Scientific experiments continue to move closer to proving that global awareness shifts affect our planet’s magnetic fields with particular attention paid to the week post-9/11.

I no longer call myself a Scientologist. Not because I don’t agree with the belief system, but because I don’t feel that religious labels are necessary. I meditate like a Buddhist, I exclaim to ‘My God’ when I am surprised and I am one of the best Christmas present wrappers in the world. I eat organic and clean food like a Seventh Day Adventist, I don’t do anything on Sundays (because I don’t want to) and I treat others how I would like to be treated. I like the idea of taking my kids to church on Christmas, and they will get their Easter egg hunts, too. I don’t need to label myself because there are so many good ideas out there that I don’t need to say I belong to any of them but I definitely give thanks for many of them - especially Scientology. They used to think the world was flat until it was proved round - I feel the same way about religion.

PS. Tom Cruise makes me cringe.