Top 10 Posts Of 2012

Photo attributed to Thenix

Photo attributed to Thenix

Here is the lineup. 2012 was an ostentatious year and I wanted to share the best of 2012 with you. Here are the top 10 posts as chosen by you, according to the top views.

1.  Simplify Everything

2. Saying An Intention Before Yoga Class

3. What Does Freedom Mean To Me?

4. Yoga As A Cult

5. Learning To Accept Myself As Myself

6. Parents Are Good

7. Workaholics

8. Technology And Loneliness

9. My Parents Stress Me Out

10. Hoarding For Beginners

Check these out if you haven’t already and let me know what you think.

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Parents are good

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I realized sitting here as I blog, that sometimes in my blogs I make out my parents to be these horrible creatures who did a bad job raising me. Or whatever else I might have written about. But of course they are not. They are wonderful people who did the best they could in the circumstances that they were in. They had a hard life themselves, but instead of griping, they took the bull by the horn and decided to work as hard as they possibly could. I wouldn’t be in the situation I am in, in a wonderful country with lots of opportunities, a great education, a great future potential, the time to do yoga and think about random philosophical questions, and travel for months at a time, if I hadn’t had the support from my parents that I have had all my life.

This blog post is meant to be an ode to my parents and to parents all over the world, who give up all of their creature comforts and dreams, in order to fulfill the dreams of their loved ones. They are not perfect in the way they deal with things, but no one is. I wanted to ensure that everyone knows that I’m the person I am because of all of their efforts, not in spite of them, as some of the blog posts might have you believe.

Thank you to my parents for making me the strong, independent individual who is able to live a critical, questioning, philosophical, yogi life. A short post, but a much-needed one nevertheless.

Addition: Tony wrote from the opposite perspective, that I wished to share here.

Sharing my blog with the people I know

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As most of the readers on my blog know, I like to keep things anonymous on here. It started out as a way to cleanse myself, get rid of everything that is in my head and heart, help others realize that maybe they are holding onto the same issues, maybe reach a higher level of consciousness on the way, always striving to do more and reach the ultimate goal in life, figuring out why I exist.

I have been slowly sharing my blog with my friends and family. Thenix found out about my blog by chance, when he read a comment on a blog post that I sent him, which seemed to resonate very much with my thoughts. I realized once he knew about my blog and the conversations that ensued after on some of the topics of the blog that interested him, that I liked that. I like the feedback on my thoughts. I like to know what others are thinking, what they think of what I know or think, and what they think about in their spare time. It is the give and take that I love, that I have been missing on my blog.

I then shared my blog with a few of my closest friends, who I knew wouldn’t judge anything I write on there, and with my siblings, who are my best friends and with whom I like to share everything. The circle grew, more people knew about my blog, I got more feedback on my posts, and I realized I liked it a lot.

The final step in this journey would be when I share the blog with my parents. Just the thought of that freaks me out. I do not want them knowing what I think. Especially my mother. Some of the stuff I share on the blog, I feel would devastate her. She is amazing and very open-minded in her own way, but she would find out more than I think she wants to know about me.

But I have this feeling that this blog’s purpose would not be complete without her being in the know.

That is the target of the next few months of my practice and life. I want to be open. I want to be able to share. I want to feel connected to my parents, and everyone around me, without lies, deceit or deception. Let’s see how that works out.

Loneliness in the world

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A few weeks ago, I wrote about my parents and how I am responsible in my head and theirs to fend off their loneliness. I was speaking to a friend of mine about this last weekend and I realized that it isn’t just me that is dealing with this issue. Every single one of my friends talks about how his/her parents are lonely, aren’t able to find solace in each other’s company or in their friends, are always looking to their children for help and support. I wondered about this. Why is the level of loneliness on the planet increasing exponentially? The more people that we have on this planet, it seems the more loneliness increases.

Technology definitely seems to contribute to the issue, but what else is making this happen? I really don’t understand. Is that the only reason people are having children so they can have that loneliness safety net? Or is it because people do not know how to be alone with themselves anymore? We are never alone, always surrounded by noise in some form, people, music, TV, and so on. We always looking for something outside of ourselves, when we are unable to find it in our jobs, our education, our money, our whatever, we go looking for it in our children. Who are too busy living their own lives, to be able to do much for us.

I do not have the answer in this post, nor do I really have the answers in general. But seeing all this sadness, this loneliness, really makes me sad. Why do people do this to themselves? We do not realize that we really have very few moments on this planet. Especially the older you get, the fewer the moments, the more the possibility of this moment, being your last one. We really have to savour it, learn to live on our own, and walk away from the loneliness. Choosing to be whatever we want in this moment is the key. You can make yourself feel whatever you want. Choosing contentment over loneliness is the way.

Receiving is hard for me

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I have written about receiving from the universe before here. I realized though that I really have to force myself to receive. I was sitting in a meditation class, in a cross-legged position, and I had my palms on my knees, as if to protect them from damage. The teacher said, ‘Have your palms facing up, if you wish to receive energy and facing down, if you wish to give.’

I tried to turn my palms upside down, face them outwards towards the world, but it was seriously a mental and physical effort to do that. My hands would not move. When I was in the position to receive with my palms up, I was uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable. I looked uncomfortable to myself in the mirror. I wondered to myself, what the hell is going on? Why am I unable to receive energy? I have no trouble giving energy out, helping others, doing anything and everything for the people around me, but when it comes to receiving I have a real issue.

Why is that? I am a giver by nature, and I have been taught from the beginning of my life, by my parents that giving is good, taking is bad. Taking is selfish. My mother emulates that in her life everyday by giving everything she has, energy, time, money, even to people who do deserve it, even to people she dislikes, because it is good to give. My father does that everyday by giving all his energy, time and money to his businesses and his family, taking nothing for himself, because it is good to give.

They lament about the fact that they have a selfish daughter who doesn’t give, who doesn’t really take from them, but doesn’t really give back for all the years that she was dependent on them. I have learned slowly, but not completely, that giving is good, but there has to be a balance like everything else in life. You have to give as well as receive. You have to be comfortable doing both with equal intensities. You cannot be generous to the world and then refuse to take its presents and gifts to you. You cannot give away your energy to the world, and then refuse to take time to heal and rest yourself.

How are you with receiving and giving? What do you do more?

Perpetuating the cycle

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I’m sitting on a couch, eating a yummy Kale salad, and thinking of a conversation I had with a few of Thenix’s friends a couple of days ago. They have two adorable blonde children who looked at me like I was something weird that they didn’t understand, but eventually warming up to me, sat down with us and watched Cars. It was a fun evening, but something stuck with me throughout.

My parents had beaten me as a child, that was the accepted norm, I do not have any rage or anger against them for it. It was the way things were, and everyone beat their children into compliance. Even our teachers in school were allowed to beat us, and we didn’t think anything of it. Being an especially rambunctious child, I got beaten the most out of the three children in our house. I was the oldest, so I should always have known better, which I didn’t.

I said much to the consternation of the parents that I would have no problem with beating my children. I said it really casually because I do not even intend on having children, so the whole point is moot. But they were surprised and kind of disgusted. They did not believe in using fear as a motivator, they would yell, but never hit.

Thenix then said, that remember when you told me that sexual abuse victims are usually sexual abuse victims themselves. They just perpetuate the cycle because they do not know any other way of dealing with the situation, they do not know any other way of showing love. You are going to be perpetuating that cycle by beating your children, just because your parents beat you and you don’t know any better. Maybe finding a new way of dealing with children is the key to this situation.

Bingo! A light went on in my head. Of course, why didn’t I think of that? I am glad now that I brought this situation up because I would never have been able to see it in the different light otherwise. Now as I see it, beating my children isn’t an option at all. Alternative ways will be found, to make them understand and do my bidding! Just joking of course.

What do you think of spanking or beating children? Should parents be allowed?

Being selfish is a good thing

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I wrote a comment on the post by Be More With Less on Self-worth vs. Net-worth. I wanted to share my comment and the reply to it – as it was just so beautiful.

My comment: I try not to measure by self-worth by my net-worth – but my parents make it hard for me to do that. They grew up in the traditional way – with money being paramount – they notice me not paying attention to it – and they get upset with me – calling me selfish. It is hard staying strong in the face of such adamant opposition.

cjrenzi: I am 42 and this situation persists for me still. However, it is no longer a problem. I do what I need to do and let them do the same. Opposition, even adamant opposition, makes no difference in my decision making. I do what I do and apologize later if an apology is warranted.  As for “selfish”, I have adopted the word as a compliment. If making myself the best person I can be while being very pleasant about the whole business makes me selfish, then yes I am selfish. I hope that it becomes easier for you to cope with their attitude and for them to cope with your lifestyle. You sound like a reasonable and thoughtful person.

Wasn’t that just wonderful? I just loved his comment. I like it two different ways:

1. It shows me that it never ends! You can be as old as you can be, and if your parents are still alive, they will have something to say about the way you dress, the way you eat, the way you do your hair, the way you live your life, the job that you have, the car that you drive, and anything else they can comment on. It will never end. So why let it bother you? No matter what you do, your parents are going to be unhappy, displeased, dissatisfied with it. No matter what. Doesn’t that mean, that you should just do what you want, and let your parents be unhappy about it? My strategy is to listen to their opinion, see if there’s anything in there to warrant some use, otherwise, discard their advice, and do what I want.

2. I absolutely adore the idea of taking ‘selfish’ as a compliment. I just want to smile at the idea. I love it. If only I had gotten this feedback beforehand. Years, I have spent thinking selfish is a bad thing. But I am not selfish. I do what I can for my parents in my own limited way, and then I try to live my own life, filled with drama and uncertainty, but filled with joy and adventure. I am not selfish. I am living my life the way I want. I have the freedom to do what I want, physically and politically, I am not going to let my mental demons created by my parents take over all the fun.

Thank you for cjrenzi for the comment and I hope everyone starts taking ‘being selfish’ as a compliment. Love it!

Fending off my parents’ loneliness

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I am not my parents’ keeper. They are not mine. We are part of a unit, we take care of each other, but we are not responsible for each other’s happiness, or loneliness. They are responsible for their own, while I am responsible for my own. If it was a perfect world, they would be happy for everything I have done and will do, and I would be happy for them in the same manner. We wouldn’t let our preconceptions, our miseries, our neurosis, taint our joy for each other.

But it is not a perfect world. It is imperfect, but all you can do is try to live in this imperfect world as best as you can. My parents are lovely, they are amazing people, they have dedicated their lives to their children. They are much loved by us, we do all we can for them. But as they get older, they are realizing more and more that they are not going to be able to live with each other without having some kind of distraction. And they have honed in on their children as a source of distraction. If their children are at home with them, or are getting married, having children, or anything else, they are going to keep getting distracted by the fact that they do not want to spend time alone with each other. Or the fact that they are getting older.

It is cruel for their children not to relent and give them what they want, but we have decided again that it is not our responsibility to take care of our parent’s loneliness. We can spend time with them as much as possible, but we are not responsible to entertain them. We are not responsible for their happiness. We have to live our lives the way we wish to live it, and hope that they can be happy with it. That one is a hard one, but still working away on it.

One of the reasons why moving out is going to be painful not only for me, because of the change, but for my parents’ as well, because of the fact that life is changing. I will not be there at home anymore. I am moving on, growing up. Let us see how it works out.

Outer order contributes to inner calm

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I recently read the statement above on the website dedicated to The Happiness Project here. It really caught my attention, because if the above is true, that could be one of the reasons my inner calm is sometimes ruffled and non-existent.

My car is always filled with random items, and is cluttered and dirty. My room is usually clean, but there are some clothes that are piled up on a table in the corner. My desk at work is a bit messy, but nothing that can’t be cleaned up in a few seconds. My closets are messy, they really need an overhaul. I sometimes feel cluttered and messy because I have stuff at two places, my parent’s place and at T’s place. This results in twos of everything, which is sometimes a disaster, because I really do not want to have two of everything, which means, that I have to keep on moving some items from his place to my parent’s, and back.

I am not as bad as I was a few months ago, now I consciously pay attention to the way I do things. I wash any dirty dishes at work as soon as possible. I make my bed every morning, so my bedroom looks neat when I come back to it at night, giving me a sense of peace. I wash my clothes and try to fold them as soon as possible. I try to have as few pieces of paper at work as possible. I use only one dish at work all day, to keep the dishes under control. I delete any email as soon as possible, or move it to another folder, or deal with it, to ensure that my inbox stays to one page, one controllable page. I keep my weight pretty stable, which results in a positive self-esteem and also, no need to buy new clothes every single time I gain weight, and run out of space in my old clothes.

I am doing little things here and there to ensure that the clutter in my space is controlled, so the clutter in my mind, seems controlled.

Moving in with T

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For the past few weeks, I have been quite content in blaming my parents, for why I haven’t moved in with T. I don’t want to scare them, I don’t want to shock them, I don’t want to startle them, etc. I blame them for my lack of move.

I realized today that it isn’t entirely their fault. IT isn’t their fault at all. It is all my fault. There are two things at interplay here. I do not want to talk to my parents about it. I am being a little baby. I am about to embark upon the most important journey in my adult life. I am about to move out with a person I ardently love and admire and I am fumbling at the finish line. I am being slow, fidgety, and deliberately stupid. I am refusing to do what needs to be done. I am procrastinating with several bags of excuses abound. I am being obtuse.

Second thing that I realized today as well, which is more important somehow, is that I am afraid to move in with him. We have a great relationship right now, with few fights, and lots of love. He misses me while I am gone, treats me like a princess when I am there, and once I move in that dynamic will be lost. I will be a partner-in-crime. I will no longer be treasured like I am now. In addition, I will have to be an adult. That scares me more than anything else. I will have to cook everyday, I will have to clean, I will have to pay attention to the house, etc. Nowadays, I can go home, during the week, and be mostly absent, focusing on my yoga and work, and a little bit of housework here and there. I will not be able to do that anymore.

Where will I fit in the housework! I mean, I barely have time to breathe, with the schedule I have now. I don’t know how that will work out.

So there, I am afraid. I am a scaredy-cat. I want to be a child forever. A 29 year old body in a 15 year old’s mind. If that makes sense to you.

My parents stress me out

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One of the reasons I like hanging out with T is because he is so easy-going. He accepts me the way I am. My siblings and my friends do the same, but let’s focus on T for this session.

I feel like I can say anything to him, be anyone I want, and he will still love me, because he loves my essence, which doesn’t really change from day-to-day. I am the same person on the inside, deep inside – I love yoga, travel, food, I am loving, and kind, I try to be generous, I love my family, and friends, and I want financial freedom. These are the basics of me. If you cut my heart open or my soul and you peer inside, you shall see a few things engraved on there. These are some of main things that you will notice.

I feel like my essence feels safe when I am around him, because he will not judge me, if I do something non-essence like one day. I could say I want to eat junk food all day today, and he would be fine with it, because he knows my essence loves food and needs a splurge day.

If I miss a day of yoga, he won’t look at me disapprovingly, because he is thinking I am going to get fat, or lose my figure.

I am sure I am being a little too critical of my parents here, but I just feel like I can’t be myself around them. Whenever I try to be myself around them, I feel the evil eye from them. Maybe it is just in my head, and of course, it is all based in love, but it really irritates and stresses me out.

I found that when I was ill for the past few days, every single time, I stressed myself out with the thought, I haven’t been home in 2 days. I could feel my neck pain get worse when I stressed myself with that single thought. The minute I realized that I was being stupid, and calmed myself down, my neck pain got better.

Maybe it is all in my head. But I feel like telling myself that I need to live my own life and not care about how my parents want me to lead mine, really helps.

Parents are teaching their children to be anti-social

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I was visiting with T’s friends over the weekend, and they have the two most adorable little children, with one more on the way. I noticed something when we were out on a beach with them. The children weren’t very social with strangers, which might or might not be a good thing when I thought about it further.

I noticed it, and I guess the mother saw me noticing it, because she commented, ‘In this day and age, I prefer to ensure that the children aren’t too trusting’.

Which makes complete sense, and is in my opinion, really, really sad. Of course, I do not want to bring up my childhood because it was a long time ago, in a land far, far away ( the outskirts of Yemen), and it was a different time, where people were generally more trusting of others. But I remember how I used to be out of the house for hours and hours, eating lunches at my friend’s houses, roaming around random beaches and construction sites with my siblings, biking to the far away neighborhoods without a concern for time or place.

I feel like the kind of person that I have become is because of all the experiences that I have had, with my adventures in the unknown, and my love for travel emanates directly from it. I have become a very adjustable, social personality, because of the fact that my mother trusted everyone in the neighborhood, and we were allowed to roam free.

Of course, the mother is being very cautious and smart, because it isn’t safe in this world to be too trusting, especially for young ‘uns, but I just wanted to share the thought of sadness over this occurrence.

What do you think of trust and the world today?

Rebellion mindset

I was reading more on the Chakras book and something she said really caught my attention. She said, that we have a certain way of dealing with our parents and siblings. We play a role with them. We are used to playing that role, and we always automatically start playing that role, without any thought. It is a pattern that so grooved in us, that we do it automatically without thinking. It might be the lost child role, it might be the responsible child role, it might be a rebellious child role.

She also said, that because this is the way we deal with our parents, and that is a major relationship in our life, we might transfer that role into other relationships as well. If we are used to playing the rebellious child role, which I am, you would transfer that way of dealing with people in all your other interactions, with your boss, your spouse/boyfriend, or your girlfriends, etc. Any time you feel threathened or comfortable, you revert back to your patterns.

I have realized I play the rebellious child role really well, so well that I have lived a very good, spontaneous life because of rebelling against my parents. I do the same rebelling against my boss, against my critical friends, against anyone in my life who criticizes me in anyway.

The important thing in any situation is to be aware of your patterns and to be aware when you are receding back into them. That is my goal now in my life, to notice, observe, and reflect if that is a good way to deal with the person, or should I be using a different role, a different mindset to deal with the person?

Parents

I have come far with parents and their demands. Parents are amazing. They love unconditionally. They would do anything and everything for you. Literally. They do not care that there are a million other children out there who might be similar to their child. Their child is still unique and amazing. They do anything for you in a heartbeat. But because they are so good to you, they expect you to give up your dreams and goals for their securities. They want you to fulfill all of their goals and demands, so that they can live vicariously through you.

And when you do not go through with it, their world juts falls apart. They can’t understand why they spent so much effort and time on a child, who is absolutely ungrateful. Why won’t this child become my puppet? Why won’t they give up everything else, and just do what I ask them to do? It doesn’t make sense to them. And why should it? If I as a parent gives up everything for my child, the law of reciprocity dictates that they should do the same.

Unfortunately, I’m one of those children, who are absolutely not doing what their parents want. They are in despair every time I come around, because they do not understand what’s going on. Why am I the way I am? I have no idea. But I do know that I shall absolutely not conform to the status quo. I am not getting married or living in the ‘burbs. It is not my destiny. I am meant to do something different. And doing something different is painful to say the least. I mean, c’mon. You cannot carve a new path out of stone, without a lot of sweat, blood and tears.

I do feel bad sometimes. I do feel like I am a horrible human being. I am not a good child, or a good daughter or a good worker, or a good sister or a good friend. And I’m in this situation where I could go into this horrible downward spiral. But I have to remember to be calm and not let these things affect me or my temperament or my goals. I am not perfect in any way, shape or form. But I am doing the best I can. And that’s all anyone can really do. The best they can.

Be honest with others

“How would your relationships change if you resolved never to lie again? What truths might suddenly come into view in your life? What kind of person would you become? And how might you change the people around you? It is worth finding out.”  Sam Harris

Unfortunately, it is human to err, and I think, it is human to lie. If we can lie and get through something a bit easier, we are going to lie. We will do anything to make things easier for ourselves. I wanted to make a resolution not to lie to my parents anymore. I do not really lie that often, but I do lie occasionally to my parents, and that is only wrt the guys I am dating. They do not like to hear of it, and I do not like to speak of it to them.

So we kind of have an agreement, where they pretend I am still a virgin and single, and I pretend the same. Of course, when I actually do like a guy a lot, and want them to meet him, that will be a problem, I guess, we shall think about that issue when it comes up. It hasn’t yet. So no worries on that.

But can you imagine if I told them every time I was going to go on a date, or sleep with someone. Yikes! I am getting heart palpitations just thinking of it. I cannot imagine. And I hope it never comes to complete honesty on that aspect. It would result in my already tainted reputation being tainted even further.

Argument over values

My parents are very mainstream in their beliefs, and that has worked amazingly well for them, propelling them to the higher rungs of success over the last fifty years. Of course, they are going to assume the same rules apply in the new world, but I disagree vehemently. The rules of the jungle have changed. A good job after a good education isn’t the key to happiness, even though it might be key to variable success. And what could possibly be more important than happiness?

I was in yoga class yesterday and the yoga instructor believed that unless you are pushing yourself over the edge and always growing, you are not actually living. I wanted to get up and yell out, that is so not true. This has been fed to us over the hundreds of hours of advertising and schooling, by which we are taught the rules of the jungle, but it is not true. We are conditioned to believe that, because then we are a good working part of the cogs of society, of an industrial society wrecking havoc on their environment. Just because we are growing and pushing ourselves, doesn’t mean we are happy. Sometimes, pushing ourselves again and again, is like beating our head against a steel door, absolutely useless. It doesn’t result in anything, and it causes us to feel guilty and self-loathing because we are unable to get the results that are expected of us.

I also realized that I have to reexamine my money beliefs. Money is important, I know that. It is necessary. It is absolutely needed for the basics in life, food, shelter, clothing, heat, water, and time with friends and family. It is good, and needed. But the thing I argue with my parents is that, I do not need a lot of it. I do not need to be a millionaire, I do not need to be a billionaire, I need just enough. Enough to take care of myself, and enough to be able to travel around the world, and do the things I need to do. I do not need a lot, I need enough of it. I know my parents come from a different mentality, they were poor when they were young, they always feel like they never have enough money, even if they were millionaires, they would still feel like there’s never enough. My mother said, that she doesn’t have enough money to give to others. I got angry at that. We have so many family friends, who spend thousands and thousands of dollars on gold jewelery. Absolutely useless jewelery that sits in the bank’s safe year after year. But they complain that they dont have enough money to give to the needy. That annoys me.

I am not the paragon of humanity, by any far stretch. I am a normal selfish, prideful, egotistic, rude, and other weird qualities-filled human being. I have my good moments and more than that, I have my bad moments. I haven’t given money to the needy in two years, since I had my last full-time job. I give one or two dollars here and there to the homeless people I pass. But I give time, I try to give time to the endeavors around my community. I try and give what I can, what I do have.

My parents are driving me CRAZY!

Just to clarify from the beginning of the post, this is a rant about my parents.

I’m getting sick and tired of them fighting all the time. They fight about the little thing and they fight about the big things. My Dad doesn’t even live with us during the week sometimes due to travelling, but my parents manage to fit an abundant of fighting into the weekend. They fight over the phone to compensate for the lack of face time. They fight over us, they fight about us. Just give them a reason, and they will fight about it. I tell them, Why dont you just get a divorce? And that earns me a blank stare, with the look that says, Why would I do that? I love him/her.

I am literally running out of patience with them. It disturbs my mental state, and it causes me to be stressed out, but the kind of stress that I can’t do anything about. I can’t cause them to stop fighting. At least, if it had something to do with me, I could have worked on fixing it, but its them, and they are always dragging me into it, thinking I can help, when I really can’t. I dont sleep well at night because of their fights sometimes and then they have the audacity sometimes to blame their fights on the fact that I’m leaving home.

Hello, you have been fightin’ each other since you got together, so dont you dare blame me for your fights.

I dont like feeling this way and this is another BIG reason I’m really happy that I am leaving home for a bit. I want to get away from all the drama (with a capital D!). Because thats all it is. Just drama. It’s as if they like to bring more and more drama into their lives, by fighting about inconsequential things, things that really dont matter in the big scheme of things. It seems sometimes that their friends encourage them as well, by spreading rumors and gossip about each other and stabbing everyone else in the back. Sometimes, they can be worse than high school kids.

End of rant, but not end of problem.