Author: New Media Works
keeping up with the seasons
Over the last few months I have learned quite a bit more about the people around me. I’ve always considered myself an empathetic person. And I’ve been pretty outspoken that I think empathy is something everyone should possess. The sad truth is, so many people do not have the ability to put themselves into someone else’s headspace.
This year I finally feel like I’m surrounded by the right people. And in every conversation I have, I try to take the inspiring and truthful tid bits and apply what might help parts of my life.
Something someone said that has stuck in my head is that we need to allow people to go through their own seasons. We can only control ourselves. We cannot control what other people think or do.
All we can do is what we think is right, and what we know feels right for ourselves. Now, the…
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“Smile! You Never Know Who’s Watching…” and Other B.S.
Sunday’s are for me, myself and not giving a fuck!
adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery, selfcare
Hey everyone,

So it’s been a week of tears, tears and a few more tears! It has been a great example of you can be having a good week but still with a lot of shit going on. If this was a few months ago I would have reacted very differently, as I would have just given up and fucked up the good things going on as well. Instead, I cried when I needed to, dusted myself off and carried on because of the bad shit of is not worth more than the good.
That’s the thing when bad shit happens during a good week, it is so easy to just focus on that and let the good shit crumble away. The thing is to remember is that any good week will give some bad points too. It is so easy to get sucked into that dark place but not…
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The posh.

They arrive one by one as we stand there watching, thoughts are running through my mind, who are these people i ask myself?
They have nice suits on, they aren’t my type of people. I don’t like suits I find them to put value on something that isn’t of value. I’m speaking about the characteristics of the individual that wears it. Not fond of them, these people they aren’t my type of people.
Then I realise what is my type of people? Who do I attract and who am I attracted too? The broken? The ones that have lived, and by lived I mean those who’ve had their hearts broken. Emotionally crushed and physically destroyed just to feel different? Who would I attract and who am I that would be attracted to another?
I hear a man call the private venue to a halt, he begins to give a…
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About me
anxiety, blogging101, diabetes, inthenews, news, scotland, travellingsolo
In the past I wrote an journal, which was basically the notes app on my mobile phone. It let me vent but also resulted in questions I couldn’t answer.
I live with anxiety and type 1 diabetes so with this blog I hope to shed some light on how that experience goes. And hopefully connect with others who might relate to some of my topics. Maybe even present my unanswered questions and start some debate.
My topics may include details about how to deal with being unemployed to lowering the degree of frustration with people who walk very slow. And from learning to dance with people, to travelling solo on buses, trains and aeroplanes. It’s all really a mixed bag.
What do you owe your parents?
something I often hear, the fact that we owe everything to our parents. Well, I tend to disagree. We didn’t choose to be born, we didn’t choose if we wanted to be born. They did. Our parents wanted children for their desire, for them. It is true that, as children, we need food, clothes, a roof, money for our studies. And they did everything to give us that.
https://merirosvo.home.blog/2019/10/16/we-owe-nothing-to-our-parents
Confessions of a Professional Fake Shopper
Productivity Tips and Apps

When desperate storeowners want to convince passersby to stop in, they hire fun, happy people to pose as shoppers. They’re actually out-of-work actors, retirees, and me.
John spread his armslike a tent revivalist and addressed the 50 of us standing in the subterranean concourse of Philadelphia’s Jefferson Station. John, the hiring manager for the temp agency, was a tall man with a big belly, a nice smile, and 10 drops of sweat perpetually shining on his pate. “Good afternoon,” John said. John had zeal. “We are today creating an atmosphere of fun, and crowds, and happy shoppers.” John explained that street construction had decimated walk-up traffic to a department store down the street. A client had hired the temp agency to turn that around: People would peer through the scaffolding and jackhammer dust, see a Fun Crowd of Happy Shoppers inside the store, and thus be compelled to join…
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The Oblivious Little Adventurer
Chuyện của tui, Nhạc nhẽo
When I was in pre-school, I asked for books on traffic laws and animals biology. I just wanted answers. I wanted to know more.
I also wandered around the neighbors in elementary school. Turned out the area I walked around was kinda sketchy. But I didn’t think much. I just wanted to see what’s out there, and then make my way to my friends where there would probably be banana pancakes.
Right around 2010, Paranormal Activity 2 came out. I remember being at my friend’s house, and we would watch it on her TV screen with maybe 10 or so others. I remember how noisy we were, and how it was comfortable surrounded by so many that even if a spirit came to drag one of us, the dozen of middle schoolers there would be able to fight back. I also remember I didn’t look at the screen that often…
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What’s your purpose?
blog , blogger , brighton , career , job , life , lifebitch , mental health , purpose
Do you ever have moments where you question what the fuck you’re doing with your life? Everyone probably has them right but as someone who is a logical thinker I get stuck on how to fix that.
Just lately I’ve really been questioning what to do with my life. We spend the majority of our life working. We spend at least 8 hours a day there so it has to be something we enjoy. But what if you don’t know what you enjoy? Does anyone really know what would make them happy in life? I’m not sure I do.
This is where I get stuck. Where’s my checklist to work through to understand what I should do. I wanted to be a performer my whole life and I worked hard at it but it didn’t happen. Then I was going to go into accounting but for one reason or another…
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