Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

5 October 2016

25 Lessons I learned in 25 Years

Hello world, I turned 25 today! I am happily married, dragging my uni studies to infinity, having visa trouble in Germany, get hardly impressed by new music and already had a few orthopedic problems and a knee surgery. What a time to be alive!

So in the great tradition of Jenna Marbles's videos, here's my post of 25 lessons learned in 25 years of existence:

1. Going clothes shopping alone is the best thing ever.

2. One can learn great things from a youtube video, just like I did about the origins of emo music, back when everyone was coloring their bangs blue in 2005.

3. This is what you get when you google "Peter Hammil sad":


4. Classical music school is the best music school.

5. No matter how hard you try to be invisible, there will always be someone who will hate you and/or try to do you harm just because you're being who you are. A lesson learned in elementary school.

6. Wearing comfortable clothes can boost your body imagine more than exercise or dieting.

7. Never underestimate your mother's love, she always cares no matter what you do.

8. The most painful experiences in life make for the best creative energy. Sometimes I wished I had more of those. It's a decadent approach, I know, but it kept me going.

9. When in doubt - smile. Sliding through confusion, fear or awkwardness is never made easier with a grumpy face.

10. Padding translucent powder over gel eyeliner will make it stay forever (just when you though gel eyeliner stays on forever anyway).



11. People with flawless eyebrows should be respected.

12. Speaking various languages is the best possible thing you can do to yourself in life. 

13. Just because a person is goth/alternative looking, doesn't mean they're smart/intelligent/nice/not racist/listen to good music.

14. You can be the worst in math and still survive.

15. Almost always, no matter the genre, live music will be an interesting experience.

16. Taste in food changes over time - now I love eggplants and hate chocolate.

17. Everyone has been through some shit in life. No one gets it easier, everyone is tripping out from different things - money, family, career goals, identity. You name it. Everyone has a fight to win and it's fascinating and very fair.

18. Some people are very logical and rational, and they should be treated with understanding and love, even though they're completely crazy.

19. A shared mother language can go a long way, especially with people who you thought you had nothing in common with.

20. There will always be a little part of you that no one will ever understand. A little piece from the past, a small voice in your head, an inner dialogue. It's something no one can take away from you.



21. Know how to differ infatuation from love.

22. Never be ashamed of your hobbies, however amateur they might be.

23. When in doubt #2 - google it! Nothing boosts your self acceptance more than knowing somebody had already asked "what is the area between the anus and testicles?".

24. Wear comfortable shoes! Alternatively - don't wear cheap ass shoes, you'll make your feet happier!

25. And lastly - nobody knows you better than you know yourself.


I hope this entertained you! What lessons have you learned so far?
I will celebrate with our band's gig this friday and then with a small birthday party on saturday. Meanwhile I'll enjoy today's rainy day and eat something nice.

Maria

11 May 2015

My Cymophobia

Life has been swelling me lately- university, work and homework, lack of sleep and general moodiness. Hope things will get better soon, my mood has been very bad lately (so as to even taking  a collection of short stories by HP Lovecraft from the library to match it).

But for the sake of keeping the blog alive and for lack of a more appropriate theme, I´ve decided to share my nightmare with you.


  • Cymophobia is an abnormal fear of waves, sea swells, tides etc (source).
Strangely, I grew up in Haifa in Israel, which is located on the coast, and my childhood involved frequently going to the beach every summer, and I liked it all the time. I never swum too deep though, as not being able to touch the ground beneath you was very scary, but I think this is a fear all people share.

I have stopped going to the beach since my teenage years (tanning is ungoth, plus Israeli beaches are hell), but it was never because of fear from the sea or anything.

However, I have always had only 1 type of nightmares- it was the picture of me running away on the beach from a huge tsunami wave, running faster and faster but still staying in place. Sometimes it would be the vision of rain tapping on an open window, and I would try to close it but the water would increase, pouring inside the room like from a bucket! Those nightmares always leave me scared, not like waking up with cold sweat scared, but they have made me get anxious and nervous whenever looking at pictures like this:


I am not scared into walking on the beach (although I don´t remember the last time doing it, in my last years in Israel I have avoided it), nor swimming in pools or ponds. I guess it´s the infinity of the sea that scares me, and it´s ever changing moods.

For example, looking at nature documentaries involving camera crew diving below a glacier will make me shit myself. As well as tsunami documentaries (though I find interest in them and if concentrated, can overcome the fright). I guess it really depends on the visuals, for example this video is living nightmare for me:

I swear if I´d been there I would have ran screaming towards the highest building and stayed there for a few days.

I was also terrified of this scene from Artificial Intelligence, where the main characters fly across flooded Manhattan (starts at 1:24):


I also tend to get Trypophobia, though I get a similar to ASMR feeling from it, but I don´t like it to say the least,

Do you have any phobias? Hope my tide will diminish and I could rest from everyday life soon.

N. Finsternis

26 April 2015

Liebster Award: 11 Facts About Me

Thank to The Mutant Stomp Friends for nominating me for the opportunity to write about myself yet again! Her blog is great and is always insightful on fashion, the uncanny and NYC. I am always inspired to write about diverse topics after reading her posts, so go check her out.


Rules first:
1. Post the award on your blog.
2. Thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog.
3. Write 11 random facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 11 bloggers who you feel deserve this award and who have fewer than 200 followers.
5. Answer 11 questions posted by the presenter and ask your nominees 11 questions.

Here are 11 random facts:

  1. Whenever I feel down or need motivation I would watch this Marco Marco drag fashion show. It´s like a kid watching 101 Dalmatians for the 101th time: I know all the moves, all the looks and music, and I love every second of it! Watching that fashion show makes me want to get up, get pretty and be fierce.


  2. My secret wish is to have a very cool and entertaining youtube channel filled with videos I will not be ashamed of years after. But like, no....
  3. Speaking of which- I can watch Russian fail videos (and all fails and vines) till the day I die.
  4. I actually love doing laundry and cleaning the bathroom. Makes me feel good and accomplished lol.
  5. I do not give a rat´s ass about vinyls. Sorry post punkers.
  6. I want to live in the cover of Propaganda Magazine though.


  7. I can dismiss a band just by not liking half a song.
  8. I am that one person who will say: "have you not heard of this band/read this book/saw this film??? how have you been living???"
  9. Whenever I am at a public place I would look at people and imagine them as the opposite sex.
  10. I am the one person who will notice your new makeup style/clothing item/missed belt hook/bad hair day/sloppy eyeliner and general every day habits. I do not do this on purpose, I am just automatically observing and deducing things as I observe. It is a curse I must bare.
  11. I find this video arousing. I apologize.


The Mutant Stomp Friends made her questions book-centered, so I went creative with my answers:

1. What is the title of your biography?
Hi, I am Maria! I love post punk, do you know -insert obscure band name here-? I come from Israel, but no I wasn´t born there, only raised, my native language is Russian; yeah I am Russian basically. No, but I wasn´t born there either. Yes, I know Hebrew, it´s like my second mother language. No, but I wasn´t born in Israel. Yes, I have family there. Have you met Boris already, isn´t he beautiful? Yeah he also comes from Israel. No, but he wasn´t born there. Do you like Opeth?

2. Is it an autobiography or did you get someone else to write it? If so, whom?
Probably written by me and my other me, Alexander F. This would be a very confusing book.

3. What's on the cover? If illustrated, who illustrated it?
Let there be a black and white photo I took of some combat boots. But can they be Boris´?

4. Seems your biography has some photos in it. What are they of?
My angsty teenage drawings, some of my band photography and portraits featuring the most loved men in my life.

5. Hey, good news! Seems like someone important is providing a blurb quote for the cover. Who is it and what do they say about the book?
Probably some cuddling words in Russian provided by Boris. He is very important, and let him be a huge rockstar the time the book is released.

6. What are some of the chapter names in the book?
- Immigrant punk
- How I met Boris
- My obsession with homosexuality
- How I went to the army (need to write a post about that tbh)
- How I wanted to die
- Berlin
- Is this a dream? Everything is perfect.

7. Your biography has an index. What's under the letter G? 
Grrrrr....

8. Who is thanked in the acknowledgments?
Boris, my mom, very close friends and a bunch of bands.

9. What kind of a book is it? Photography monograph? A tell-all expose? Stream-of-consciousness word jazz? An academic monograph with multiple indexes, endnotes, bibliography, further reading, etc?
I have no idea of all these terminus. I think the book has words and sentences in different languages.

10. Your readers are shocked to know that....
I am a lot more promiscuous than people assume.

11. For some reason your book's selling well in France. Why do you think that is?
Must be my love for cheese.


That was too much fun. I loved the idea of themed questions, so I´ve decided to make mine subculture-oriented. But first, I am tagging these beautiful individuals:


Here are my questions:
  1. You have a dark synth obscure sounding band. What is it´s name?
  2. What would your band sing about or what would it draw inspiration from?
  3. You are releasing your first 25 copies underground 7" EP. What is on the cover, what is the title?
  4. You have been banned from your local goth club. What would be the reason?
  5. You are invited to play in a different country. Where would you go, who is inviting you?
  6. Congrats, you are about to release a split record with another band as obscure as you. Who are they, why did they want to feature you?
  7. You´ve got into a fight with people from the scene. What is the reason?
  8. What is your band infamous for?
  9. After a gig the backstage is filled with groupies. What are you up to?
  10. What is the most difficult part in managing your band?
  11. It´s over- you´re splitting up. What will happen next?
Hope you´ll have fun with this challenge, thanks again for tagging me :)
Have a wonderful week everyone!

N. Finsternis

12 May 2014

Turns Out- I have Panic Attacks

It has been very difficult for me to bring myself up to writing a personal post, where I would talk not about past experiences or memories, but something that is completely new and confusing to me, that I cannot even explain to myself.
Before I start, here is a disclaimer:

WARNING:
1. Although I will be talking about myself here, this post is detailed with my few panic attack experiences and can trigger the same thoughts or behavior in others. I really wish this won´t happen to any of you, but just in case, be safe and if this post is making you uncomfortable you can certainly ignore it.
2. I am only speaking for myself and about my personal experiences. Panic attacks are various and can reach a lever of panic disorder which I do not have. This is a post to help myself make clear of the situation.
3. If some of you know me, please don´t worry. Everything is alright, this is just an informative post that I would like to help myself with and maybe be helpful to someone else out there. I am perfectly fine and there is nothing to worry about.

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Before I get started on the matter, I thought that explaining the term Panic Attack can be helpful:

Panic attacks are periods of intense fear or apprehension that are of sudden onset[1] and of variable duration from minutes to hours.[2] Panic attacks usually begin abruptly, may reach a peak within 10 to 20 minutes, but may continue for hours in some cases.[2][3] Panic attacks usually subside on their own over the next several hours.[citation needed] Often, those afflicted will experience significant anticipatory anxiety and limited symptom attacks in between attacks, in situations where attacks have previously occurred.[citation needed]The effects of a panic attack vary. Some, notably first-time sufferers, may call for emergency services. Many who experience a panic attack, mostly for the first time, fear they are having a heart attack or a nervous breakdown.[4] Common psychological themes associated with panic attacks include the fears of impending death or loss of sanity;depersonalisation is relatively common.

Basically a panic attack is the feeling of worry and dread in a situation where that worry and dread would normally won´t be caused. After reading a very helpful post about panic attacks (in a blog that I unfortunately cannot find at the moment) the best example for panic attacks is the following:
Having a panic attack is when in a line of parked cars on the street, one single car is suddenly ringing its alarm after someone touched it slightly with a finger. Unlike all other cars which would set their alarm only after their window has been broken.

So in other words, having a panic attacks is like having a very sensitive reaction to different situations, where the body triggers a "protective reaction" when it allegedly feels threatened (although in reality nothing is happening that can be dangerous to you). 

How did I find it out?
I found it out after it happened 3 times. I was never diagnosed with anything in my life, so the assumption that what I´ve suffered from was a panic attack is fully my own, considering all the information I´ve read about it on the internet, videos I´ve seen on youtube explaining the symptoms that I´ve realized I´ve been having. The more I become older though, the more I want to diagnose myself, because I am also suspecting of suffering from self harm without actually admitting it to myself.
Which is actually why I began to research the matter. It has always been very important to me to be transparent with myself and help me understand myself better. It has been always important to me to know exactly what is going on in my mind and body and to not be in denial or neglect important physiological and psychological developments that I might be having through the years. I don´t know why I am like that, but it really has been a matter to me all my life. Which has brought me to come in terms with having panic attacks.

First experience
Before having any experiences at all, I had a friend who suffered from it (I hope she doesn´t any more). Once when being at her house she began having a panic attack, which was shear mystery to me. When it happened, I´ve felt totally helpless because I´ve wanted to help her in any way I could, but she told me it had nothing to do with me, nor was her panic attack caused by me. I´ve really wanted to help her, but couldn´t understand how something could be immediately wrong with a person out of the blue...

That was before I´ve had it as well.
The first time happened 2 years ago when I was at work at the technical support center I´ve worked at in Israel. That work was very stressful and horrible, but it had never ever triggered a panic attack in me until that day. I came work in the morning and after a few minutes into my shift I began to feel heavy beating in my chest, I began to shake and felt very very cold despite being dressed well. I put my headphones and microphone on my desk and felt I couldn´t go on. I had no idea what was going on, as I slept well that night, ate a good breakfast and had a generally good mood that day (despite not wanting to go to work of course).
I approached the shift manager and ask for a break, because I just couldn´t do anything with myself. After sitting on the chair and hugging myself I´ve decided to do something and when on break, drank coffee outside of the building until the feeling went away.
Looking on it back, I realized why I had a panic attack. In that time I had some issues with my mother. It was the time when Boris and I moved in together, I´ve stopped playing the recorder, which was exactly the opposite of what my mother wanted me to do in life. Fearing that she was disappointed in me, it was a very difficult time to understand what were my real goals in life and how I viewed my mother in general (getting out of the house and looking at her from a different view with all her weaknesses suddenly exposed was a very painful hit for me). Only a couple of month, even maybe a year later I´ve realized what had caused my panic attack. Actually after the incident occurred I´ve suspected that it might have been it.

Second experience
Happened last spring at a night club, 2 years after the first panic attack! Boris and I went to an occasional goth party here in Berlin. We were also about to meet friends there, and I was generally in a positive mood ready to party! However, when we came into the venue and went down to the cellar where the party was held, it happened. The cellar was very crowded and smoked until there was literally no oxygen inside (a common ventilation problem bothering no one in European venues). After a few minutes in that venue I felt the worst, I went with Boris to the main entrance of the venue which was on the first floor of the building, where I sat hugging myself again like in the first time, I was shaking and felt very very distressed. Boris was clueless the same as was I the first time I watched that friend of mine having a panic attack. What helped was to get out of the venue (despite paying entrance money, which I was sorry for). We walked on the streets until Boris got me coffee and a croissant. After eating I´ve felt much much better, but decided not to come back to the venue ever again.
The conditions of the venue are indeed a very logical trigger for a panic attack. What was odd to me is that I have been enjoying myself a lot in other cellar-like venues and absolutely loved the atmosphere there, even when there were a lot of people around. I couldn´t recall a crowded and stuffed occasion from my past that could have triggered the panic attack.

Third experience, final so far...
Happened this winter in another situation where I´ve least expected it. Boris and 2 good friends of ours went to a squat place to diy ours and their band pins. The squad held a pub and we just sat there with the machine. I was very excited, since I´ve designed the logo for the pins of both bands, and was so happy that the´ve liked it and we would sit all together and make it and would have quality time as well. However, when we sat down I had a panic attack, despite being surrounded by best friends in a place I knew I wouldn´t be hurt (I´ve visited and am visiting squats regularly and I always enjoy the atmosphere and feel so much better there than in other mainstream places). What helped was Boris who bought me a frizzy drink, and I drank the wine that we brought with us later on.

The point is, after these 3 happenings I´ve had some things that were and weren´t clear to me. And because this is something that has never ever happened to me before, I´ve been analyzing it ever since.

Clear
  •  All panic attacks felt the same, and were obviously unexpected.
  • What helped to feel better again was Boris who suggested different things such as food and drink and asked what would help me. Eating or drinking is what makes the panic attack go away.
Unclear
  • Why do panic attacks keep happening in places where I´ve always felt good at? Except for the club incident, all other places were never causing me to panic before. Although in other cellar-clubs I´ve always felt comfortable, and never feared big crowds in my life.
  • How come I´ve never experienced panic attacks before?? I´ve never had such problems as a child and teenager, except from being very depressed as a teen (and never suffering from the same lever of depression after my teenage years?). 
  • Where in my lifetime something happened, that has brought the panic attacks? I do hope that thinking in this way makes sense, otherwise I have no explanation why I am having panic attacks in the middle of my life.
To summarize this, I am writing this post to help me have an overview of the happenings and maybe come up with an answer soon. What is most mysterious to me, is that I´ve never had problems making life decisions, nor when doing something majorly as moving to a different country, which was of course worrying and scary, but it has never triggered a panic attack in me ever once, not even the hardest part of it!
So with my goal to understand what is happening in me, I am trying to find out how come a generally balanced person as myself would have panic attacks in the least expected period in his life? Was it caused by a determining event? I am eager to find out, and the more I read about panic attacks and anxiety the more I am less afraid of having it, the more I know how to help myself when it would occur. Again, with the last 3 panic attacks I had absolutely no problem living and enjoying my life.

I know that a lot of people are struggling with all kinds of disorders and much difficult states of panic attacks. Thus I am sorry this post is more helping myself than providing advice to others. Truth is, I had very little experience with panic attacks and feel it would be a lie to advice people who suffer from the worse states of it. I am sure other are well aware of themselves as much as I of myself.
Either way, I am thinking more and more about consulting a professional as the time goes by. Telling this story to my mother however was a big relief to me, since she understood me and even told me a story of the only time in her life she had a panic attack as well. Her understanding made me confront my situation with more confidence.

Thank you so much if you´ve read this post. I feel like I would write more personal posts from time to time, hope it is alright.
Have a good week and be safe!

N. Finsternis