Diary of a sad, sad cat

Man, I’m falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that is YouTube cat-videos. RIP my grades…but just one more video, and I promise I’ll study bio now…

But, like any other person, I too also wonder what cats think about in their mysterious little minds. Turns out, they’re just planning our deaths behind their innocent facade, but TBH, that’s low-key totally fine with me. Their cuteness overload has already killed me. Likewise, my finals next week will also probably kill me.

Time spent with cats is never wasted

One of my favorite bloggers, Nyse, has nominated me for the Animal Series Tag, a tag meant to “to show how animals can be a source of inspiration, to help us through our difficulties and daily battles which we encounter as human beings.”

Now, if you’ve been with my blog for a while now, you’ll remember that All the Beautiful Times was not the first name of this blog; it was Smiles and Kittens, because those were (and still are) the two things that make me happiest. And if that doesn’t give you a hint as to what animal will be featured in this post, check out some of my other posts, like this one or this one, oh, and here’s another one.

So as your friendly neighborhood cat lady, I’ll dedicate this post (along with, like, 73% of my blog) to my favorite animal in the world: CATS.

Anyways, rules first though:

  1. 1. Thank the person who nominated you
    2. Pick an animal and explain why they are a source of 
    inspiration to you.
    3. Nominate at least 3 other bloggers, to share the positivity!

With that out of the way, let’s take some time to appreciate these furballs.

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Just the way you are

Here’s your daily dose of inspiration. ūüôā

As Lisa Kleypas points out, ‚ÄúYou are your own worst enemy. If you can learn to stop expecting impossible perfection, in yourself and others, you may find the happiness that has always eluded you.‚ÄĚ

So stop doubting yourself every time you look in the mirror, because true beauty is being yourself and loving it. 

taste your words before you spit them out

Here’s certainly an interesting way to put things in perspective.

In Lima, Peru, Everlast conducted a social experiment: identify frequent catcallers and locate their mom. Then, they disguised the mother, and sent her walking past her son. When the catcallers began to jeer at the women (who were their mothers), the women immediately retracted their steps and began to scold their kids.

In other words, treat others the way you would treat your mother, but really, we should all just treat everyone the same way — with respect and compassion.

Eyeless, tongueless, drumless, danceless

In this 1966 interview with Robert Hughes, Ralph Ellison¬†focuses on several aspects that helped him write¬†Invisible Man,¬†a novel that is often labelled “the greatest American novel.”

¬†Early on in this video, Ellison discusses a few key points that led to his writing of the Invisible Man, noting how¬†black leaders “at that time, seldom really led Negroes, but were usually dependent on the largesse of white supporters” (11:11 – 11:30).¬†This over-dependency is prevalent throughout his novel: from the university’s heavy reliance on its white, rich beneficiaries,¬†Dr. Bledsoe’s kicking out of the narrator to appease the same people (and to save his own reputation) to the¬†narrator’s initial carrying out of the Brotherhood’s mission without questioning his white superiors and without catering to the real desires of the African American community, Ellison¬†sought to incorporate this concept into his novel.

Later, Ellison reads a segment of his unpublished novel (which, 33 years later, was published in a heavily-edited version called Juneteenth.) The eloquence of this section Ellison attributes to his “Negro background, the eloquence which you find within the Negro church, wherein the minister, who might preach variations on the same sermon a hundred times a year or more, but who must at the same time believe that as he is initiated; he is a manipulator of emotions and of eloquence and of sacred vision, so to speak” (24:00 – 24:31). And indeed, his style and flow of words echoes this same sermon-style eloquence: “..Drums that told the news before it happened. Drums that spoke with big voices like big men! Drums like a conscience and a deep heartbeat that knew right from wrong. Drums that told us¬†our¬†time and told us where we were…” (20:45 – 21:17). This powerful paragraph captures the beauty of drums, the beauty of the African American people and culture, for drums are the symbol, the culture, the unity and livelihood of the African American community, and the power, the life, the identity that was stolen from the African-American community.

Thus, this kind of eloquence is particularly valuable to the American writer, this eloquence that was could speak past the barriers of race, of experiences, of similarities and differences and of any possibilities because “it has its own rhetorical shade, it has its own stable cluster of imagery” (26:00 – 26:20). Ellison notes his usage of the label “American writer,” and not “African-American writer,” stating that this type of writing has become integral to the American heritage. As Ellison sees it,¬†the general American literary heritage is a culmination of the diversity and unity of cultures, races and ideas in the American community.