<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:00:53.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting The Machine</title><subtitle type='html'>Starting The Machine is about love. The title comes from the Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves song &amp;quot;Start The Machine&amp;quot; which ends with the lyrics &amp;quot;if love&amp;#39;s a word, that you say, say it and I will listen.&amp;quot; I&amp;#39;m the first to admit there are a lot of problems in the world, and most of the time it seems overwhelming. After being depressed most of my teenage life, I&amp;#39;ve come to realize one thing: love can solve all of the world&amp;#39;s problems.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-30863161438203838</id><published>2011-12-17T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:47:33.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, a post-graduate resurrection</title><content type='html'>I graduated from college this spring and this fall I've been studying as a graduate student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in my life since I've made semi-regular posts, and I hope to share some of this wisdom and personal growth on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the holidays coming up, and some free time coming with it, I will be bringing this blog back to where it deserves to be. Powered with &lt;a href="http://leavingdesolation.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, I hope I can make this blog--about love, hope, compassion, and everything in between--worth while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-30863161438203838?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/30863161438203838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-post-graduate-resurrection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/30863161438203838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/30863161438203838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-post-graduate-resurrection.html' title='Yes, a post-graduate resurrection'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-830780880099398675</id><published>2011-04-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:49:44.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post-graduation resurrection?</title><content type='html'>Because I'm graduating in a 5 and a half weeks, I hope to have a lot more spare time. In tandem with this free time, I feel compelled to pick this blog up again because I've become aware of a few really important issues that I wish to discuss. I'm excited to have my school-induced stress levels reduced to a small portion of what it is is now, but also to get back into writing about love, relationships, and how to live your life the best way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, remember that love can solve anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-830780880099398675?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/830780880099398675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-graduation-resurrection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/830780880099398675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/830780880099398675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-graduation-resurrection.html' title='A post-graduation resurrection?'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-431613285972583932</id><published>2010-08-26T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:26:19.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Questions</title><content type='html'>Have a question of your own? Need some advice? Dude, totally hit me up. (I'm even willing to have an open debate if you feel there needs to be one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail me at: trayofmuffins@gmail.com with whatever you might need help with, and I'll gladly respond to your writing openly here on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't post your name or e-mail address, etc., unless given permission explicitly to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-431613285972583932?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/431613285972583932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcoming-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/431613285972583932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/431613285972583932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcoming-questions.html' title='Welcoming Questions'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-1584408490801123771</id><published>2010-03-01T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:25:21.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the depths of the internet: Confidence, Round 2</title><content type='html'>It's been way too long since I made my last post. My last post was more than two weeks before Halloween! So much has happened since then. Several times I've considered writing again, and I've decided to finally give it another shot. I'm having trouble keeping up with my other blog, but I'm usually much more compelled to write in this blog anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that awkward spiel is out of the way, I suppose I should make my awkward transition to a topic I'm not sure how to open. I'd like to talk about confidence, because we'd all love to have some of that pie, right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love confidence. Everyone loves confidence. You might not know or notice, but confidence is usually one of the best things a person can possess. Confidence is applicable in a lot of areas, not just romantic ones (for instance, getting that really awesome job at Kmart you've always wanted). Confidence works wonders in the love department nonetheless. I have this friend--let's say his name is Paolo, because that's a really sweet name--who is definitely very fun, personable, outgoing, and goofy. I think it's the goofiness that gets me the most, because it's his most defining feature in my opinion. Paolo gets more girls than god, lemme tell you. I'm always impressed how many girls he gets. Thing is, he's not a player douchebag either. He can get any girl he wants because he is extremely confident. Confidence owns all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I lack confidence all the time. A couple of posts ago, I said... "the only time I was confident was the day after a random hook up. I could tell there was something different about me because I would get looks from girls and turn heads in the cafeteria. It was a great feeling to feel that confident, and when you are that confident, one seems to exude confidence which in most people’s minds is quite sexy. Confidence conquers." My claim to fame recently is crossing girls off my list left and right at the end of this summer following an absolutely crushing blow to my self esteem, confidence, and general well being. I had to prove to myself I could do it, and I did it, and it was easy. It felt great to know I could get girls if I wanted to. This sounds kinda slutty I admit, but it doesn't have to be really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you're currently in a pickle: you're single and very aware of it. You're very single, very, very aware of it, and it's making you sad. I've been there too many times and it sucks, I know. In situations like this, you can't sit back and wait for someone to find you because that's a lot less likely to happen. Being pro active is a much better route. Trust me. Especially at a lot of schools where the female-to-male ratio is heavily tipped in the female end, it can be really hard for single girls in this situation to lure boys. Here's what I would do in a situation like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd question why I'm going after boys at a school like that, since I'm straight, but that's besides the point. The hardest part by FAR is getting in touch the the person you're crushing on (quite frankly, it's kinda silly not to have a crush or two--goals--to focus on). This can be made really easy if you share a class with them, because you can ask them you can copy their notes, study with them for an exam, ask for help on a paper, etc. Even if you kinda have to go out of your way to find common ground with them (like saying you're really interested in that topic of the class too even if you're not), it's the most important part. If you don't have a class with them, hopefully you know someone who is friends with them. If you don't have any classes with them and you don't know any mutual connections, it can be tricky but it's not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't suggest creepily adding them on Facebook. It probably won't work. I'm more in favor of complimenting them in some way in the cafeteria, the cafe, the library, the pool, the sauna where you buy your crack, etc., as a means of making contact with them. Really short conversations are a good way to get your feet wet and to get that someone to notice you. They'll recognize your face, the way you look, and your voice. You can slowly work your way up from there. I like to use humor and silliness as a way to bridge these first few gaps, with something like, "Oh bother, you're not wearing your awesome Pikachu shirt today. I'm bumming." It's an easy ice breaker, and unless they're a total douche, they should reply with a smile and hopefully something in response that you can build into a short conversation. Just be sure to not hold them down for too long or seem desperate. Pretend someone really cute likes you when you're talking to them to boost your confidence. Better yet, if there's a chance of seeing them, wear your favorite shirt to make you feel more comfortable and you'll be more confident as a result. It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you've made some initial contact, it's important to try to see them on more of a regular basis. I really like having lunch or dinner or studying in a common area. It's important to not be all creepy and be like "OH HAI SO LIKE SINCE I LIKE YOUR PIKACHU SHIRT AND I SAID SOMETHING FUNNY, YOU WANNA WRITE ESSAYS TOGETHER IN MY ROOM WITH OUR PANTS OFF?" Dinner in the cafeteria or studying in the library is a really easy thing to suggest for several reasons: one, it's something you do every day and can be worked out if it might not work for a few days due to clashing of schedules. Two, it's very non threatening because they're in well known, public places where a lot of people spend a lot of time anyway. Three, it's a laid back atmosphere and can also be a great social atmosphere. I'd suggest to go with a few more friends to make it easier on you and to not make it seem completely obvious that it's a date. Just be careful: you don't wanna spend too much attention on your friends rather than your target, because that's just lame and doesn't make your guest feel as welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you've gotten to the stage where you've gotten to know them a bit, include them to bigger things. Maybe to the campus theater for a movie (where a lot of people will be), or if you're a little more gutsy, invite them to your suite or room for a group movie viewing. Don't be afraid to ask a few times if they can't join you the first time. Just don't text them every hour asking if they can make it. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this very tired post by saying as a guy, I am usually very flattered when a girl walks up to me and tries to start a conversation. It takes a lot of guts to try to start a conversation with someone you might not know. It's important to be very open and inquire about them because a lot of people like talking about themselves, because a lot of people like attention. Just remember to hold your head high if it doesn't work out. There are more fish out there, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-1584408490801123771?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/1584408490801123771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-from-depths-of-internet-confidence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/1584408490801123771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/1584408490801123771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-from-depths-of-internet-confidence.html' title='Back from the depths of the internet: Confidence, Round 2'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-5472567183155144027</id><published>2009-10-14T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:47:24.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the most important principles I have gleaned thus far in my path into enlightenment in Buddhism is living in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Living in the moment makes everything much, much more simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not living in the moment is an excellent way to build up stress. Not living in the moment means one of two things: you’re either contemplating the past or thinking about the future. Of course there are exceptions (e.g. reminiscing, looking forward to starting a family in a few years), but in general thinking about the past and future is stressful, whether you see it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The past is currently a series of unchangeable events and therefore should not be pondered (in a negative light). Regretting the past does you no good whatsoever; regretting the past only causes emotional distress and is entirely avoidable.  You cannot change the past. At all. Don’t fret about it. Instead of regretting the past, learn from your mistakes and apply this wisdom to your future life and make changes accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fretting about the future is equally avoidable. Granted, since the future has not come to past, it is harder to keep a cool head about something that will be stressful in the future. Yeah, that genetics exam might be really hard, but stressing over the exam a week ahead of time will only make your week up until the exam exceedingly stressful. Stressing over future events only makes the current day more stressful than it needs to be. Take each day at a time in preparation for a future event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;By looking forward to an event an undisclosed amount of time in the future, you diminish the quality of the moment you are currently in. A lot of people often look forward to something, say a vacation, and fail to appreciate the here and now. This is important for two main reasons: one, the here and now may be just as important as the future (and could be equally appreciated), and two, by looking forward (e.g. “Like OMG I like CANNOT WAIT for so and so), you tend to regret the day you’re currently living, which makes life harder at that point in time. By always anticipating the future one forgets to appreciate what that day may hold and add stress by not enjoying, and even disliking, their current day/week, etc. leading up until that totally radical vacation with your cute little boyfriend, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/StaPNmBTCjI/AAAAAAAAABI/gc3dwSCCA1s/s1600-h/n1561350045_30065403_4886.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392655067529808434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/StaPNmBTCjI/AAAAAAAAABI/gc3dwSCCA1s/s320/n1561350045_30065403_4886.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;Appreciating the here and now makes the current time much more enjoyable. This picture is a little silly, but I remember this moment pretty well even though it happened quite some time ago. My friends and I were just casually hanging out while one of them was proctoring one of the university buildings here on campus, and it was a blast during an ordinary time. /end awkward silly caption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Living in the moment does three things: it prevents your from regretting the past (reducing stress), prevents you from fretting about the future (reducing stress), but most importantly allows you to appreciate the here and now. This last part is commonly over looked. It might be as simple as appreciating the beauty of a bed of flowers, or an ephemeral feeling experienced through out your day. By appreciating the little things during your day, you will find your day will be much more manageable and enjoyable. Don’t stress the negative things. Appreciate the positive things. Live and love and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-5472567183155144027?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/5472567183155144027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/5472567183155144027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/5472567183155144027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-moment.html' title='Living In The Moment'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/StaPNmBTCjI/AAAAAAAAABI/gc3dwSCCA1s/s72-c/n1561350045_30065403_4886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-667050146238778187</id><published>2009-10-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:43:02.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Love's A Word, That You Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;meta content="" name="Title"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="" name="Keywords"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 2008" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 2008" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;link href="file://localhost/Users/dylanscott/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;  &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In my previous post about Asthenia, one of the points I talked about was loving everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Hatred and disdain are easy emotions to feel, and it takes courage to love, especially when most other people would go about things differently (i.e. taking a negative route). The following entry is a brief introduction into love and compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone is a lot more likely to respond positively to love and affection than hostility. This is a no brainer, but people get caught up in things and become frustrated quickly and resort to less than kind interactions. Even though someone may act negatively toward you, to respond negatively yourself will only make the initial problem worse. In stead, look past the rudeness and be the better person and act kindly toward them. This will either make them feel better and change their attitude or make them angrier (which isn’t as good in the whole scheme of things, but will make you a better person and feel better about yourself). Funny how that can work though, right? Not everyone responds well to positivity. There is a difference between being positive back and being sarcastic. Sarcasm is just as bad as negativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don’t force love onto other people. Forcing people to change doesn’t help anything and can make the problem only worse. Lead by example. The best way to help people change and become happier is to love them and lead by example. If someone sees how happy you are, you’d kinda think they’d want to change things themselves. These sort of things don’t happen over night unfortunately. Patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgive and forget. This is something I need to work on myself. There is a difference however between forgiving someone and letting someone back in your life. For example, say a friend of yours betrayed you and it really hurt. It’ll do you good in the long run if you can eventually forgive the person. Additionally, it’ll do you good to show no hostility toward the person who betrayed you, because that only creates additional negative energy that you don’t need and will only cause you more stress. However, it’s a judgment call as to whether you want to renew or continue a relationship with that person. In the past, I’ve overlooked some pretty crappy things my friends have done to me, only for them to repeat offenses. But forgiving someone is the first step to moving on. It really is. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With love, along should come empathy and compassion. To understand where someone comes from is important to understand how and why he or she acts the way they do. Granted, some people are weak and prey upon the giving hands of others, but because they are not in the majority, you should not treat everyone like they are trying to take advantage of you. This being said, it is important to have boundaries when trying to love and help people. It’s not always easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s really frustrating to see compassionless people in the world. A lot of people think only for themselves and don’t see how the world around them is affected by their actions. Compassion is an extremely important virtue, and should be practiced every day of your life. Do you really want to come off as a sociopath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“If love’s a word, &lt;br /&gt;That you say, &lt;br /&gt;Say it, I will listen.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;Start The Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-667050146238778187?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/667050146238778187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-loves-word-that-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/667050146238778187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/667050146238778187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-loves-word-that-you-say.html' title='If Love&apos;s A Word, That You Say...'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-3367789999996308566</id><published>2009-10-14T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:25:46.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting The Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;meta content="" name="Title"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="" name="Keywords"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 2008" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 2008" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;link href="file://localhost/Users/dylanscott/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;  &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“In leaving the desolation and negativity behind, you find something beautiful.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Tom DeLonge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Besides love, leaving desolation is the primary topic of this blog. This entry is a general overview (as many of my early entries will be) and will be revisited later on. It’s an extremely important and personal topic for me. The scenarios range from the depressed high school pariah, to the over stressed college student who can’t keep their life together on top of all their classes, and, after too many broken hearts have had enough. While desolation can be found in all of us, it’s extremely sensitive to younger people who don’t have as much experience dealing with problems, stress, depression, etc., and resort to drastic measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What’s the point of trying to leave desolation when things just get worse? No matter how hard you try, things just fall apart… so what’s the point? What’s the point of getting better when the world sucks? When the world is place full of pain and suffering? Desolation will always remain with such overwhelmingly cynical thoughts. Not many people have succeeded in life by thinking they will probably fail, so it’s not worth trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The fact of the matter is, the world around you is the world you project for yourself. Instead of a world that sucks and is falling apart, the world you see could be one that needs to be fixed and can be fixed. There is no such thing as impossible. Hell, the 2004 Red Sox came back after being down 3-0 in the ALCS against the NEW YORK YANKEES to win the pennant and go on to win the World Series after not winning one for 86 years (I apologize to any Yankees fans for the reference, and I apologize for that run-on sentence).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hope. Leaving desolation is impossible without hope. Without hope a person cannot properly function. Hope is an easy thing to obtain if you try hard enough. Just because something failed doesn’t mean everything will fail. Perhaps you haven’t found the right combination to make things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Personally, my attitude was the number one thing wrong with me. I hated a lot of things. It didn’t help I kept negative people around me who kept bringing me down. I kept myself in a miserable cycle until I realized things would keep being this way unless I changed it. I had very little to no hope. As I’ve said before, don’t worry about things you can’t change. Just worry about the things you can change, and address things from there. If you take things one at a time, you’ll start to worry less about the things that trouble you, and things get easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leaving desolation has been the hardest thing for me so far in my life. Digging yourself out of a deep hole filled with obstacles is no easy task. It might be as simple as writing all your problems and worries out on paper, laundry list style. From there, you can break down each of your problems: why is it a problem? What makes this problem worse? Why is this problem pertinent? Etc. Building off a breakdown of your problems, you can look at how you can fix them. Drastic changes need to be made in baby steps for most people, and there is nothing shameful in making these changes in a slow manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, it is important these slow changes are done with persistence. Just because you might be making slow progress toward a series of goals doesn’t mean you can take a break. Diets rarely work if you take a small break to have a candy bar or two. Persevering through your small steps toward your goal is incredibly important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break down your goals into smaller, more manageable pieces and proceed in a comfortable manner that will allow accomplishing your outlined goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When times get rough I keep reminding myself, “In leaving the desolation and negativity behind, you find something beautiful.” Focus on how you want to change your life and remind yourself that once you get there, your life will be a lot easier. Once you have your life on a track that’s suitable to you, it’ll be easier to deal with stresses that come along your way in daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leaving a state of desolation is the number one priority for individuals in any situation such as the ones previously discussed. Life is too short to be living a life you don’t appreciate. It is too difficult to life a life of desolation, especially when life can be hard as it is already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But by rising above and leaving desolation, you build a stronger you, which will be more fit and able to deal with the stresses of everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-3367789999996308566?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/3367789999996308566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/10/starting-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/3367789999996308566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/3367789999996308566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/10/starting-machine.html' title='Starting The Machine'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-2135973917392278447</id><published>2009-09-26T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:17:41.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence &amp; Loving Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wrote earlier about how loving yourself was one of the first steps to making the world a better place, because before you can love others you have to love yourself. I spent a lot of time through high school hating myself because I couldn’t get anything right. I was a loner and couldn’t hold a girlfriend to save my life. Needless to say, it was a pretty miserable time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Loving Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After listening to the wisdom of a lot of friends, love interests, and role models, I accepted the fact I had to learn to love myself before I could truly love someone else. Learning to love yourself has multiple bright sides in addition to loving others. Most importantly, if you love yourself you will be much happier with yourself and in turn will be a much happier person. Instead of thinking about what a total loser you are who has very few perks, you can learn to appreciate why you make such a good, fun person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Secondly, it totally boosts your confidence. Before I learned to love myself for who I was, the only time I was confident was the day after a random hook up. I could tell there was something different about me because I would get looks from girls and turn heads in the cafeteria. It was a great feeling to feel that confident, and when you are that confident, one seems to exude confidence which in most people’s minds is quite sexy. Confidence conquers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you find yourself falling short of confidence, my friend Bridget told me to think about how someone loves you at all times. This could be a friend or a family member, but it works. If you’re in public and you’re thinking about how cool your friend Rich is, and well, if Rich thinks you’re pretty cool, then hot damn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; be really cool! BAM! People take notice of your confidence and it makes life easier. It might just get you laid, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder about the people (usually women) who bounce from relationship to relationship because they can’t seem to stay single ever. One of my friends and former love interests said she needed to take a break from dating (and unfortunately for me wouldn’t date me) because she had been in too long of a string of relationships, and she hadn’t learned to love and appreciate herself. This would then make sense to me that people who are in these string of relationships either have low self esteem, low confidence, are weak people and always need to latch onto someone, or they’re fucking Matt Damon (no pun intended, Sarah Silverman) and easily pick up chicks because they’re so fucking awesome! That’s quite a few different explanations (and by no means in close to an exhaustive list), so let’s look at a few of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Self Esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Low self esteem and confidence are pretty much the same thing. They can be divided however. You could be totally down with who you are and dig your style, but lack the confidence to attract a mate (if that’s what you’re after—it might be a job you’re trying to get but don’t feel like you can make the cut).  Let’s look at self esteem for a minute. Roots of self esteem could be broken down into two major sections: one, feeling confident/comfortable with your looks/body, and two, feeling comfortable with your personal/social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Body Image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling comfortable with your body is a big problem for a lot of people. If you think there’s really nothing you can do here, remember that confidence and outgoing, funny personalities can more than make up for not being, say, a 7 or higher (or however your looks scale works in your head). I myself am attracted to women who are cute but more importantly have a great personality. I consider myself pretty close to 0 on the Kinsey scale, but I have on more than one occasion found myself attracted to a guy who had a crazy awesome personality. Granted I didn’t want anything sexual from these guys, but there was still an initial attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you’re (a little bit) heavy, work on losing some weight. Losing weight is, as many things I have so far discussed, difficult. Now, I’ve been so far blessed with excellent genes and a fast metabolism (maybe too fast?), but I’m a science kid so hear me out. First of all, you need to watch what you eat. High fructose corn syrup is probably your worst enemy. Why? Well, when you digest sugar, your body makes a “decision”: let’s turn this sugar into energy your body can use or turn this sugar into fat and store it. When digesting high fructose corn syrup, your body doesn’t make this decision. It gets directly converted into fat. Sucks, doesn’t it? If you watch an episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (or any TV show from the early 80s or earlier), you’ll notice how everyone is extremely skinny. It’s not because they’re actors, it’s because everyone was skinny. Why? Partly due to high fructose corn syrup. I kid you not. High fructose corn syrup is in A LOT of things these days, but it got one of its biggest starts in soda. This is why we’re seeing an obesity epidemic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Try to cut out as much excess sugar and high fructose corn syrup from your diet. That means drinking water or milk at dinner instead of Pepsi. The other day I saw this obese boy buying a bottle of water and I was thinking, “Yeah! You go kid!” But then I saw what was in his other hand: a snack packed with high fructose corn syrup. For the loss (loss in life, not weight).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You also gotta effin’ exercise. It can take a little while for your body to start losing the weight, so don’t give up. You should also start slow if you’re not already exercising. I’ve tried picking up running several times but always failed because I’d run out of steam too quickly and I got sick of it. I realized that running at a slower pace allowed me to ease into running and get the blood and endorphins going. In addition to getting in better shape, I’m convinced those endorphins are having an extremely positive impact on my brain chemistry. I wouldn’t be surprised if I become addicted to running, just for that runner’s high. It’s sooo good. I promise. Baby steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You can always try a new haircut or something else fun, to spice things up. You can also try changing your wardrobe, or trying to wear your favorite clothes when you need an extra boost. A couple miserable days this summer I picked out my most favorite clothes for work, and it definitely increased my mood and confidence. Your favorite clothes (as long as they’re not appalling or clashing) will make you more comfortable and relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Loving yourself can also help you get past any flaws you think you may have. Some people might find your flaws an added sexy bonus. You never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Social Interactions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Self esteem is also built on your social status. Don’t under estimate what a lose group of friends can do to build/boost your confidence and make you happier in general. Saying hello to people you sort of know is a great way to let people know you’re friendly and outgoing. This is something I myself need to work on. Having acquaintances shouldn’t be overlooked. Being able to say hi or wave to 3 or 4 different people while walking through the café trying to finding a seat can really make you feel at home and comfortable. You also don’t need a large group of friends. Personally, I’d rather have a few close friends but have found myself having more acquaintances lately, which is totally cool too. Having solid acquaintances increases connections, which might mean you get invited to a party with a whole bunch of new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even though confidence plays a role in both side of self esteem as I broke it down, I think confidence in yourself is more important when dealing with your social status. If you always tell yourself you’re a totally awesome kid (without letting it go to your head), your confidence will increase and you’ll gain friends, unless everyone’s doing heroin and strung out. This brings me to my next point: avoid heroin addicts and places with above average use of heroin. I don’t think you’ll find friends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Self Reliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you can’t love and appreciate yourself, it can make being single really, really difficult. I think this is why some people go through relationship after another, because they need to be with someone else in order to be appreciated. I sort of felt this way while being single all through high school, but I’ve been able to since learn to appreciate myself to not make it matter. Being in a relationship totally helps your confidence/self esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you can’t love and appreciate yourself, you could totally put yourself in a deep hole too. I’ve gone through periods like this myself, where I hated myself which only made everything else worse in the girl department, because no one wanted to jump my emo bones. Emo bones aren’t that sexy. (I’d like to differentiate skinny jean bones from emo bones: emo bones are melancholy and morose, whereas skinny jean bones are just plain sexy, unless you don’t have the body type for them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wrote a lot there and not all of it is relevant for some people, so I’ll try to summarize this business for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1.) You have to learn to love yourself and become comfortable with yourself before you can love others and have others love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2.) Building confidence is the best way to do this and may take quite a few small steps to get where you want to be. Get in shape (for yourself, not other people) and change your look if it makes you feel more sexy or comfortable with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3.) Being comfortable with yourself will make attracting lovers and friends much easier. Being comfortable and being confident often go hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4.) Being confident and being able to love yourself will not only make you happier, but will put you in better shape for lulls or bad times in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“To wish you were someone else is to waste the person you are.” - Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-2135973917392278447?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/2135973917392278447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/09/confidence-loving-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/2135973917392278447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/2135973917392278447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/09/confidence-loving-yourself.html' title='Confidence &amp; Loving Yourself'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-8327607009166858998</id><published>2009-09-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:49:52.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i556.photobucket.com/albums/ss7/trayofmuffins/spacehelmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 302px;" src="http://i556.photobucket.com/albums/ss7/trayofmuffins/spacehelmet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my profile picture a little while back, and I have the following caption underneath it: "I got my bow tie and my space helmet. So ready to venture the cosmos! I just hope I don't experience asthenia!" Another one of my music heroes, Pouyan Afkary of Scary Kids Scaring Kids commented on my picture saying, "As long as your attitude exists, there is hope for a better future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[The song Asthenia] is about one thing only, an astronaut sitting in a space capsule about the size of a car, floating above the earth. He's contemplating if even coming back or not will make a difference on such a negative place. A song about the loss of hope. A term was coined for the breakdown of life in space and it is called Asthenia."&lt;br /&gt;- Tom DeLonge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I’ve mentioned Tom and his work quite a few times. This is because Tom’s music has been seminal in my quest to change and love life. Even though a lot of music fans don’t appreciate him, he’s my favorite musician. I think part of his goal in writing music is to influence (younger) people and show them the good things in life,  although this is a common goal amongst musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the concept of Asthenia highlights many common (mis)conceptions about our wold. There is quite a lot wrong with our planet: global climate change, overpopulation, disease, starvation, poverty, fighting over land among other issues. I think it’s important to realize there’s very little you can do about these problems on a global scale. But there’s plenty you can do on a singular level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One: you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else.&lt;/span&gt; Knowing and loving yourself can take quite some time. I’m still learning who I am and I’m always changing, so it can be a challenge. I get frustrated with myself on occasion, thus it can be difficult to love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny… after my recent break up I felt like complete shit and had no confidence. Partly due to my aching heart, and partly to prove to myself I could find other women, I found myself moving on to other women pretty quickly after. Part of loving yourself is having confidence. You might not have confidence in your near future or the world around you, but knowing you can do anything you set your mind to will get you started in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two: even though you might now want to at sometimes,&lt;/span&gt; and even though a lot of people in this world are complete assholes who don’t deserve second chances, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you should try to love everyone.&lt;/span&gt; Ever stop to think that the recluse who wears funny clothes and hates everyone goes through his or her life that way because everyone else hates them? I believe to a certain extent everyone can be a good person. Some people are weaker than others and fall into a trap where they exude too much negative energy to allow anyone in. My advice is to work on people to let you in, let others into your life, and try to love everyone. Hate is an easy emotion, but loving someone takes guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three: keep your chin up.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, life totally sucks sometimes. Sometimes, I want to give up and get rid of everything. But you know what? I press on. In my times of “despair”, I try to remember the things that make me happy. The things that make me laugh. The things that make me smile. The things in life I appreciate. A friend once told me to look at life like a wave: sometimes you have bad days and others you’ll have good days. Don’t allow yourself to get caught up in the bad days. Just keep riding that wave until you come back up again. I sometimes forget this and get frustrated with myself when things are going poorly again. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four: the world will continue to be the crappy, horrible, depressing place… unless you fix it&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it does seem overwhelming, but by adopting a negative attitude, the world will not get better. A single person can have an incredibly impact on their surroundings. Love, passion, and kindness are infectious. Things might not always proceed in a positive linear fashion, but giving up will never accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend in the world has had a pretty rough life, and I don’t know how he keeps going. Our relationship was pretty sure until he saw me break down for the first time. I cried for the first time in years and poured my heart out to him. I didn’t feel like I was going anywhere, and I knew if I took my life he might not go on without me. I remember very clearly him saying it was like seeing me naked for the first time. Since then we’ve been a solid foundation and the best of friends. I think it’s important to try to find at least one person you can share this sort of relationship with. The human race is a social one. Find someone you can love no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five: take your week one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt; While it never hurts to have weekly goals and to plan out your week, worrying about that exam on Friday is only going to make your life that much more stressful. Buddhism is a lot about living in the moment you’re in. Don’t stress the past because you can’t change it, and don’t stress the future but it’ll only become harder if you do. On my busiest days of the school week, I certainly don’t want to get out of bed at 8:30 (early for a college student) and go to my million lectures, labs and meetings. Sometimes it helps to wake up and say out loud: “I’m going to kick today’s ass!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I had a chance for another try,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t change a thing&lt;br /&gt;It's made me all of who I am inside&lt;br /&gt;And if I could thank god&lt;br /&gt;That I am here, and that I am alive&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I wake&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself a little harmless lie&lt;br /&gt;"The whole wide world is mine”&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rite of Spring&lt;/span&gt;, Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-8327607009166858998?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/8327607009166858998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/09/asthenia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/8327607009166858998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/8327607009166858998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/09/asthenia.html' title='Asthenia'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047706949867671765.post-5429017238457763245</id><published>2009-09-25T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:34:26.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go, life's waiting to begin</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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I was depressed through most of high school, and my first semester of college had left me in a pretty deep hole. A few weeks into my second semester, I saw one of my favorite bands in concert: Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves. Front man Tom DeLonge stood on stage and said this: "I wanted to create music that made you feel like you were lifting off." That night, my life changed. I stood there in the crowd and realized I had not been living any sort of life I really wanted to. It was then I decided to change my life, and so I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life since then has not been all whiskers on kittens. In fact, it’s been a pretty rough year and a half, with a lot of ups and downs. I’ve had my heart broken twice, once just recently in addition to being served the ultimate, heartless, passionless betrayal. Filled with anger, sadness and hopelessness, I was dreading the start of my junior year of college, especially since I was supposed to live with the backstabbing asshole who betrayed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leaving Desolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had come to the realization a few weeks before school I couldn’t change the past, or how my ex-girlfriend started dating my “friend”, a week after telling me she wanted me and only me. The only thing I could change… was how I felt about it. A fundamental part of Buddhist thought is based upon changing how you feel about things, and living here and now. I have since adopted this as one of my most dear pieces of wisdom. The things in life you cannot change are not worth worrying about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I managed to switch housing assignments have since moved on. I have a nice new roommate, but he’s never around. Things are looking up and I’m a lot more confident about things. Tonight, I came across an old interview with Tom DeLonge. In it, Tom discussed one of my favorite songs, &lt;i style=""&gt;Start The Machine&lt;/i&gt;. In the final line of the excerpt I read, Tom says, “in leaving the desolation and negativity behind, you find something beautiful.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I audibly gasped when I read that quote. Only by leaving desolation and negativity have I been able to move on, and I’m finding beautiful things. This blog is about love, and how powerful it is. I am an optimist, but have had to accept I will have good days and bad days. My intention is to explore these thoughts (among other things in life) with the hope of finding a balance that will make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5047706949867671765-5429017238457763245?l=leavingdesolation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/feeds/5429017238457763245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-we-go-lifes-waiting-to-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/5429017238457763245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5047706949867671765/posts/default/5429017238457763245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavingdesolation.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-we-go-lifes-waiting-to-begin.html' title='Here we go, life&apos;s waiting to begin'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17566648398034229641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xcBPV03ZkQ/Sr2AYRT5mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdhmiAlcRh0/S220/spacehelmet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
