MBS: Mind, Body, and Soul

This is something which I discovered recently. Sometimes, we can oppress our own bodies, in terms of what we eat/or fail to eat, the way our own mental construction of ourselves causes us to neglect sometimes even eating, or because of work. In failing to eat, or failing to eat properly, we oppress our bodies, and then it cries out when we fall ill, or suffer from eating disorders.

In a slightly different way, we also oppress our own souls, when we are hard on ourselves for a course of action we took, or a decision we made; we need not be. Mistakes are there in life to be learnt from, dwelt upon. By dwelling upon a mistake, we sink even deeper, dig ourselves into bigger holes, and are unable to climb out. My reflecting on our mistakes, we are able to those crucial steps away from it, are able to build and delevop ourselves as a result of it, and are able to seek forgiveness from our Creator, and the people on the earth whom we have harmed, injured, or offended.

In terms of our minds, as human begins, we want so much to reach our full potential; to be all that we can be. Sometimes, our wish to do this, can cause us to take on too much information, to try and learn too much. This causes a tightness in the chest, and one may experience difficulties to even breath. What we need to be able to do as human beings is, at times relax. To take a breather, and do something which the mind enjoys. This will vary between different people, but what is important is that we do that which causes the mind to feel relaxed, and happy. Just some random thoughts I wanted to share.

Gentlemen

I just discovered that 'gentry', is actually a shorter word for 'gentlemen'! Yes, it is not as if I discovered electricity, or Penecillin, but back off, I am a literature student! We don't save lives, we culture people, for without culture, there is no life.

Trapped In The Toilet At King's

I got trapped in a toilet yesterday. It was at King's, the Waterloo campus. As an ex-student, I showed an old ID, and I ran into the building, because I desperately needed the loo, and couldn’t see one for miles. I ran straight up the stairs, and into the toilet.

Now, King’s have a strange thing about placing the ladies toilet on the first floor, and directly above it, the men’s toilets. Same place, but the floor above. I had forgotten this. I found myself in the cubicle, minding my own business, but wondering why the tissue had a nice little mirror next to it, and why it was so scarily clean. King’s must have got better cleaners, I told myself. Then all of a sudden, I heard a soundd I could never have imagined I would hear in the place I was-well, the place I thought I was (the men’s toilets). I head the odd sound of not one, but two women giggling and coming in, and starting to talk all sorts of things. I don't think I checked the sign on the door, due to my desperation, and had run into the ladies! Now I was truly in a predicament: I didn’t want to stay, like some kind of man-spy, but I couldn't leave, as the two women would think I was some sort of strange man-spy who had perhaps watched Mel Gibson’s What Women Want a few too many times, and decided he wanted to know what women talk about in loos! So, I had to wait.



Ten minutes later, and these women are still talking. I won’t divulge the content of their conversation, but I must admit I found it strange that in the same breath, they were able to talk about their boyfriends, their exes, and, strangely, even their cats!

After about twelve minutes, they finally left, the circle came to a close: they left, giggling again, and I ran out of that toilet, faster than I had run in!