https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2016/10/the-psychology-of-victim-blaming/502661/

““I think the biggest factor that promotes victim-blaming is something called the just world hypothesis,” says Sherry Hamby, a professor of psychology at the University of the South and founding editor of the APA’s Psychology of Violencejournal. “It’s this idea that people deserve what happens to them. There’s just a really strong need to believe that we all deserve our outcomes and consequences.”

Hamby explains that this desire to see the world as just and fair may be even stronger among Americans, who are raised in a culture that promotes the American Dream and the idea that we all control our own destinies.

“In other cultures, where sometimes because of war or poverty or maybe sometimes even just because of a strong thread of fatalism in the culture, it’s a lot better recognized that sometimes bad things happen to good people,” she says. “But as a general rule, Americans have a hard time with the idea that bad things happen to good people.”

Holding victims responsible for their misfortune is partially a way to avoid admitting that something just as unthinkable could happen to you—even if you do everything “right.””

Rosa was looking in a very interesting clothes shop online.Here she saw an outfit totally unsuited to her new post as Head of Linguistics in the University of Unisex.
There her eye was drawn to a pair of blue trousers with a red stripe down each leg.The trousers were somewhat shorter than in the days of that pair of women, Trinny and Susanna who told all of us how to dress.Especially to wear trousers  that cleaned the pavement as we walked along as it made  our legs look longer
Rosa met her friend Mary for coffee.
What do you think of these trousers, Mary? she asked, showing them to the bewildered lady on her HP Phablet.
I don’t think Stan would have liked those, she murmured.
I see some advantages, Rosa said.
If you have nice ankles then it reveals them and if not, you can wear really fun socks with butterflies on them.
Real butterflies? Mary queried anxiously
No, embroidered or knitted, Rosa said.You see them in those catalogues that come round  before Xmas
Or you could knit your own, said Mary.
I think knitting butterflies is very hard, Rosa whispered.
Nothing is innately hard, said Mary.It all depends on what you already know and if you have a good teacher and your devotion
How does Quantum theory compare to knitting butterflies? Rosa enquired jocosely.
That makes it sound as if you will knit with actual butterflies or that butterflies themselves might knit! Mary exclaimed.That would be  a thing you might see on LSD
Is that the latest kind of TV set, Rosa asked her?
For goodness sake, Rosa.Have you never taken drugs?
I don’t believe I have.You see at Oxford I was friendly with an ex-heroin addict.He told me not to buy drugs because I saw things like other people do when they take heroin.But I see like that naturally!
Well, that is fortunate for you, Mary sighed.Was it true?
There is no way of knowing, said Rosa scientifically but it saves money.
Well ,how about these trousers?I could get some red ankle boots and a red   shirt.Noone wears dresses anymore except maybe transsexuals.
I wear them,Mary said.When I was thin I wore a knitted dress.
Not knitted by butterflies I hope,Rosa  giggled
Well, it was from M & S so I doubt it although it would be cheaper to use them as butterflies don’t know what money is!
Nor do many human beings now.Why, plastic £5 notes…. it’s like toy money
And so say all of us

At first , the rage and anger make us live
The energy inside those feelings’ s strong
But when nobody else  receives or gives
We feel that to this world we don’t belong.

The numbness, the paralysis  overcomes
We see the clock but have no urge to eat
We must impel ourselves while  feeling dumb
To stagger to the kitchen with its meats.

In the morning, wakening from our dreams
Of Leonard Cohen  singing as he smiles
It’s hard to  follow any plan or scheme
What to do with all these long meanwhiles?

Paralysed by an illness or disease
All  alone, the love inside can freeze

When children are deprived of what they need
To participate in  social life and mix
Then we must wonder where such lack may lead
Can such a loss be overcome and fixed?

Children  will miscredit their own lack
They think it means that they are wicked beings
I wonder whether  pain can be rolled back
If from the  social world they end up fleeing

The silent stabs, the knife inside the heart
The wish to take the blame from parents sad
If some proceed to crime, this is the start
They were not born by nature to be bad.

We must not think entirely  of our own
But of the others poorer and alone

2 Reasons to learn algebra

It has lots of xxxxxx in it

It helps to pass the time

6 Reasons to spend more time naked

It saves buying clothes
It saves washing clothes.
It stops people calling.
You can discover the extent of the law by trial and terror
You can make notes on your arms.
You can  practise life drawing all day on your own body or your room mate’s

6 Reasons to write poetry

God writes poetry [See the Book of Job]
Poems are shorter than novels
You can understand it better if you write it
You can  be surprised by your own mind
You don’t need to dream at night!
You can revere the great poets more.

6 Reasons to learn to cook

Cheaper than ready meals
It tastes better usually!
Cooking like knitting can be relaxing if you are not time pressed
You can invite a friend to share a meal.
You can eat more unusual foods after studying cookery books
You can show off by making meringues and   Russian cheesecakes

The air between our faces is alive
A channel of the mercy of the heart
A bridge of  care and liking, not of strife

Liking  is not something  we decide
It’s recognition, knowing, it’s the start
The air between our faces is alive

Each must like themselves, never deride
For  light hides in crevasses, icy  heart
No bridge of tenderness but subtle strife

Mistaken in my vision, I denied
The charged particles had hit me like a dart.
The air between our faces was alive

Love’s illusion, friendship is for life.
Expectations pliable.no charts
A bridge of  care and liking, not of strife

Good will can be a choice, to love allied
The love of friends proceeds, despite our trials
The air between our faces is alive
A bridge of  care and liking, not of strife

The sky is pink, the trees look warm and brown
The heat has come to London for a stay
The kitchen feels so humid, I might drown
The sky is pink, the trees look warm and brown
Unusual shades on this side of the town
But lovely pink for a kind wedding gown
If you have a credit card to pay
The sky is pink, the trees look darker brown
The heat has come to London in late May

May 12, 2017| Nina Rios | General

Tuesday 30th May -Time to Take Action

What is bedwetting?

Bedwetting can affect anyone although it is most common in children over the age of 5 years. There are a number of causes including the over-production of urine at night, a problem with the  bladder being able to store the urine and the inability of the child to wake up in response to full bladder signals. However, there could be other causes including an undetected problem with constipation or the bladder.

Bedwetting can also have a serious effect on a child psychologically, affecting the self-esteem, emotional well being and day time functioning. For all these reasons it is important that bedwetting is taken seriously and all affected children undergo a comprehensive assessment and are offered treatment.

It is a common childhood condition, with approximately 20% of 5 year olds and 5-10% of 7 years olds regularly wetting the bed; if this problem is not treated it can stay with them until the teenage years and adulthood.

What is World Bedwetting Day?

Bedwetting is defined as a common medical condition and World Bedwetting Day aims to raise awareness of the issue. Bedwetting is no-one fault, and the families and doctors of those who suffer should be able to openly talk about this issue. This day raises awareness of bedwetting as a common condition that can and should be treated. The slogan for World Bedwetting Day is ‘Time to Take Action’. This is to recognise that much more can be done to diagnose and treat children and teenagers with this common medical condition. World Bedwetting Day is a partnership between the team here at Bladder and Bowel UK, ERIC and Ferring.

When is World Bedwetting Day?

This year’s day is taking place on Tuesday, 30 May 2017

The energy that saves us from decay
Keeps the red  blood moving  in its dance
This is mystery, in its own deep way

In our body, many microbes play
Glory, glory, glory, happenstance
The energy that saves us from decay

The good and bad like dancers seem to sway
Giving health and illness a fair chance
This is mystery, in its own right way

Shall we opt for life and kneel to pray
To the one whose vital energy’is the source?
The energy that saves us from decay.

So movement  keeps us living every day
See the symbols and the random ways of chance
This is mystery  in its own way

See the lions and snakes as a romance
You might’ve understood that feeling once
The energy that saves us from decay
Is a mystery, in its own deep way

The War that did not end in ’45
Continued its trajectory of grief
Victorious, the people who survived
The War that did not end in ’45
On our backs ,the consequences ride
We will ignore the eyes of those who die.
While the gods of death  float through our minds  like leaves
The War that did not end in ’45
Continues its maintenance of grief

Paralysed by feelings strange and lonesome
Gazing blankly at the sun upon the trees.
Where is it that he can’t come home from
Paralysed by unnumbered feelings lonesome?
Has he entered into that  new Kingdom
Accelerated by a random bomb
Paralysed by feelings strange and lonesome
Gazing into that abyss beyond

http://www.newyorker.com/science/maria-konnikova/how-to-beat-writers-block

“For anyone familiar with Greene’s prolific output, it’s hard to believe that he could ever suffer from writer’s block. But, in his fifties, that’s precisely what happened—he faced a creative “blockage,” as he called it, that prevented him from seeing the development of a story or even, at times, its start. The dream journal proved to be his savior. Dream journaling was a very special type of writing, Greene believed. No one but you sees your dreams. No one can sue you for libel for writing them down. No one can fact-check you or object to a fanciful turn of events. In the foreword to “A World of My Own,” a selection of dream-journal entries that Greene selected, Yvonne Cloetta, Greene’s mistress of many years, quotes Greene telling a friend, “If one can remember an entire dream, the result is a sense of entertainment sufficiently marked to give one the illusion of being catapulted into a different world . . . . One finds oneself remote from one’s conscious preoccupations.” In that freedom from conscious anxiety, Greene found the freedom to do what he otherwise couldn’t: write.”

http://www.writersdigest.com/writing-articles/by-writing-goal/beat-writers-block/write-is-a-verb-excerpt

• What are you passionate about?
• What do you care about so deeply or get so excited about that you talk about it to anyone who will listen?
• Do you love the process of writing itself?
• Who has encouraged your writing?
• Who would be proved wrong if you wrote and succeeded with your writing?
• Who has criticized, cursed, or discouraged you to the extent that it makes you want to prove them wrong?
• What upsets you so much that you are compelled to write about it or include the theme in your book?
• When have you (or someone you cared about) been disrespected in a way that makes you want to write?
• Where have you been lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time in regard to your writing?
• What could you do to increase the odds of being lucky in respect to finding inspiration?
• What are you afraid to write but know about

I want to be more narcissistic
I’ve fallen in love with myself
I know it can’t last
Because of my past
But I believe love is good for the health.

I love first of all my warm body
But God made that out of a rib
I can’t take the credit
Nor even the debit.
I was born and put into a crib.

I love my own mind very deeply
Not just the conscious part though
I love my dreams
The  images,the means
Even when I feel  life’s hard blows

When I was two years old I decided to follow my dad to church.I couldn’t see him but I went  up the street and crossed the road.At the church door the men recognised me and lifted me up then passed me down the row of men in which my dad sat.The 11 am Mass was mainly for men while the women went early as they had to cook the dinner.I can see all those  men now..I knew who they were.So different from our present life.

I got a bill from British gas.It said I owed them £76.Then it added that because of this my monthly direct debit was being reduced by 40%.
Me,neither.

As I locked the house the night before
I had no inkling destruction was so near
Society works if we abide by law

For every large community at core
Accepts these laws.  so that it can endure
Still, I locked the house the night before

There always  will be criminals with lore
A fraction too  illiterate and too poor
I told myself ,society works less more

But when we watched men bombing exit doors
They see themselves as someone’s soldiers
I  did  turn the key the night before

We are in a  undeclared ” great war”
For some men, this  must have  a vast allure
I told myself ,society works by law

If too many can’t accept or law endure
The whole is lost and we shall all be poor
As I locked the door the night before
I  thought, society is  by agreed laws

The natural world shows beauty in its way
The birds will feed their young and sing at dusk
As without guile, in their sweet world they trust
We hear  the  fledglings sing in poignant play

News of bombings brings birds no dismay
Though they like us,will reach, become mere dust
Makes us look within. not out for touch
Anguished, we ignore the  coloured day
The natural world goes cruelly on its way
The birds still love their young  yet angrily we lust

When the  rhymes comes, you will know if  we are right
As the subtle sun and murdered moon re-light
Agents of the devil eat the stars
Use them indeed to light cigars
The fish will shell your peas and even write
That they will help you make love in the night
You know you have a mental appetite
Avoid birds as they always see too far
When the rhyme comes.
When the mountains fall down into the great lakes
Leonard Cohen objects  that life is fake
As he drinks his fortieth brandy in the bar
He wonders what the President will dare
Will he take  the world down by a like?
When the rhyme comes.