Inner Peace

I didn’t make a New Year’s resolution this year, and in fact, I don’t make resolutions anymore, because I am usually too busy focusing on other personal goals, or have forgotten that I made a resolution that I intended to pursue. Last year, several distractions were interfering with my achievements and at times, I felt helpless. I wasn’t satisfied with my lifestyle and for several months, I thought about my situation and came to the conclusion that I needed a change.

I’ve accomplished several small goals, which has helped me to achieve a greater goal. My health has improved and I feel emotionally stronger. My daily life is much more relaxed and peaceful, even though I am still dealing with a neighbor that has been excessively loud for the past few months. I complained to the apartment management about his behavior, and a few days later his loud behavior faltered for about a day or two, and now he’s back stomping around his apartment, apparently without a care in the world for other tenants living in the building.

Neighbors can be a real pain to deal with and I really don’t like getting involved with them. Mainly because they appear to be nosy busy bodies and their objectives are always the same. Eventually, they will ask you about your personal finances and want to know how much you make a year. Over the years, I have learned to detach myself from my neighbors and I am much happier, because I do not allow myself to get involved with their problems and emotional stress. These days, it seems individuals are obsessed with dumping their difficulties on someone else. Shortly after I moved into the apartment building, a retired elderly woman that I spoke to on several occasions, contantly talked about the tenants living in the building. One day she asked me where I worked and wanted to know my occupation. I could not help but feel overwhelmed by her inquires and felt as if I was being interrogated. I explained to her that I did not make a habit of sharing personal information about myself and I sensed that she felt offended that I wasn’t being open or neighborly.

Each day, I strive to increase my willpower and mental stamina. My health has improved and my thoughts are much more positive. I do something good for myself everyday, and try to remain detached from outside distractions. Developing a sense of detachment has helped me to stay calm and in control of my moods. I smile more often and enjoy an ordinary life. I am beginning to attract individuals with good vibrations, and they have helped me in the kindest way.

Hooray! Nine days have past, since the day of my job interview. Before I left the interviewer’s office, he mentioned that second interviews would be scheduled for candidates that they were considering for the position. Well, I figured since I haven’t heard from their office after nine days, they must have chosen someone else to do the job.

When I arrived at the company, I was greeted by his assistant and escorted to their department. The assistant told the interviewer that I was waiting to see him. After a few minutes, the interviewer stepped out of his office, gave me a discerning glance and then looked at a black female seated at a desk. The interviewer is head of the department and while I was speaking to him, I began to perceive his nonverbal gestures. His mannerisms were rude and I felt offended by his behavior.

While speaking to the interviewer, he began to scratch himself. First of all, he scratched his pants pocket, which I thought was pretty weird and then he scratched his knee. On each of these occasions, while he was scratching himself, I brushed my hand against my nose. I sensed that he was trying to impair my perception of acceptable nonverbal communication and inflict harm on my subconscious mind. If you are aware and practice any form of etiquette, openly scratching oneself is not considered polite. I have read numerous articles on the subject, how to conduct yourself during an interview, and you should not scratch while speaking to the interviewer. Furthermore, throughout my adult life, I have observed individuals mannerisms, and I truly believe, an atheist fascist society have constructed a weird form of nonverbal communication. Often they appear hostile and their unbalanced minds, believe that their gestures or mannerisms are a form of communication.

I thought about what took place during the interview, and decided to browse the Internet to search for any information about the interviewer. I learned that he has worked for the company for several years and have made some considerable contributions. I wanted to know more about his personal background and learned that his ancestry is mostly likely German. Well, most of us know about the history of World War II and Nazi Germany. Even today, there are signs that a secret fascist party is struggling to take over our minds and eventually this country. I could not help but imagine my worst thoughts concerning the interviewer, because his mannerisms towards me were disturbing. Most of my interactions with Germans have not been very pleasant and their attitudes towards me are demeaning. One particular guy that I dated was a real time bomb. The longer that I continued to see him, my life was disruptive and a disaster. I did not want to be burdened by his troubles, and I did not approve of his lifestyle, so I ended the relationship.

Looking back over the years, I took a college course on the subject of effective communication. The course covered nonverbal communication, using gestures and body language. I learned a great deal about this subject and received an “A” grade for all my hard work. I was intrigued by this subject and even today, I have furthered my knowledge and practice using acceptable nonverbal gestures and body language to communicate. I read an interesting article about traveling abroad and how to not embarrass yourself while traveling to foreign countries. I refer to this article often and I can better understand the mannerisms of my foreign friends that live in the United States.

Acceptable nonverbal communication is very important and is a part of our everyday life.
For example, using hand signals or gestures while driving a car, may help you to avoid a car accident. Some nonverbal gestures that Americans have adapted, have a different meaning in a foreign country. Today, American nonverbal gestures or body language may appear offensive or even threatening to a foreigner in his country.

After reminiscing about the job interview, I cannot help but feel sorry for the schmuck that was chosen to take over the interviewer’s departmental responsibilities. I often wonder about those that have managed to move up the corporate ladder and what happens to their minds. Most have lost sight of Etiquette 101, and their minds have deteriorated to a level of psychological weakness. Their psychopathic behavior is near insanity. Unfortunately, the minds of atheist fascists and their weird form of nonverbal communication is flawed, incorrect and demeaning.

I would like to leave a lasting and positive impression for those that I have known. At times, I feel overlooked by individuals that are financially better off than I am. Their money and influence, unfortunately brings out the worst in some people. Which often leaves me wondering, “What happen to your compassion?”

Throughout my early adult years, I struggled to find out what happens to a person’s mind as they begin to move up the corporate ladder. Whenever I had a disagreement concerning my working environment, my supervisors were the most uncompassionate individuals I ever encountered. I often left the office overwhelmed with emotions and cried from their unsympathic demented behavior. I frequently discussed my difficulties at work with my mother. Her wisdom helped me to increase my inner strength and overcome my emotional setbacks and psychological weakness. No one has ever given me the emotional support that I needed, except my mother.

She was super sensitive and recognized that I inherited this trait from her. I will never forget a conversation that we had about people and working relationships. She encouraged me to stand up for what I think is right and do what is right for me. I listened carefully to her words of encouragement and she helped me to learn how to increase my mental stamina by role playing and imitating my supervisors. A few times, she caught me off guard and her behavior was unrelenting. My mother really enjoyed watching me work through my emotions and she really toughen me up.

Thinking about her, sometimes makes me feel sad, but at the same time, I would never trade her for another. She will always be in my heart and soul forever. She was a fighter and instilled in me to strive for the best and whatever I cannot achieve, do not dwell on it and learn to seek happiness in what I can do effectively. I am learning to express myself by writing and this is my legacy. Thinking positively has helped me to be more upbeat and to use humor to cope with my everyday stress.

There are many benefits from positive emotions and scientists are searching for reasons why positive emotions leads to longevity. Most likely, because positive people tend to promote their own health by eating well and exercising. Do-gooders appear to be healthier for doing good deeds and laughter boosts immunity.

I am normally very healthy, but last winter, I could not get rid of a reoccurring cough and flu-like symptoms. My body felt weak and my inner strength began to diminish. I kept asking myself, “What is wrong with me?” At the time, I did not realize that my emotional stress from work and living environment was the cause of my illness.

I made some changes in my lifestyle and I feel much better now. My mind is accelerating and I am able to process information more clearly. I don’t know what is happening to me, but I cannot help but laugh at a former employer that teasingly told me to stop being so attentive.

Several inches of snow have fallen and the temperatures are in the lower 20’s. It’s really cold outdoors and trying to maneuver around mounds of snow can be very strenuous. Oh well, I will always have my memories to keep me warm, especially during the cold winter season. Instead of feeling depressed about the weather, I often reminisce about my life and adventures, while I lived on the west coast.

Relocating to California was the greatest challenge of my life. California is an exciting and extraordinary place to live. If you love to travel and adventure, you will never find yourself bored on the west coast. I could barely wait for the weekends, because I loved to explore the city and discover something new.

I met the coolest people in sunny California. They were highly intelligent and energetic. They enjoyed their lives and most of all, loved living on the west coast.

Visiting Long Beach and Catalina Island on the weekends was my best keep secret. Whenever I felt stressed from work or the over crowded city, I often found comfort and solitude from my weekend explorations. Long Beach is a small beach town and has several major attractions. The Queen Mary and Aquarium are great places to visit. The Pike at Rainbow Harbor has dining, retail stores and entertainment located along the waterfront. This was my favorite place to visit on Sundays, and I really enjoyed sitting near the waterfront for hours, just gazing at the ocean.

Catalina Island has so many natural outdoor attractions. Sailing around the island was a thrilling experience. I didn’t know what to expect when I decided to board the Glass Bottom boat. I was truly amazed, while I watched schools of fish swimming in the ocean.

Thinking about the west coast, also reminds me of a fabulous two-week vacation that I took from work. I left California and met my family in Las Vegas, Nevada. After three days of sightseeing, my family and I headed back east to my hometown. I spent two days reconnecting with relatives and several friends. Before I arrived, my family and I decided to take a road trip. We vacationed in Niagara Falls, Canada for the weekend and had a fabulous time together.

My lifestyle is very different now, and I really need to take a long vacation. Hopefully in the near future and somewhere exciting.