Definition of SANITY

"Do something different."

I should find the Chinese symbols that mean this and get a tatoo. Anyone who knows me well is probably pretty sick of hearing this phrase out of me.

I could care less.

I will preach this and speak this as long as I have breath, because although a simple enough concept, it is remarkably difficult to do.

And it has changed my life.

Everyone knows Einstein's definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results. And it's true; it's been proven over all eternity how insane we can be.

Now here's JEN's definition of SANITY: Do something different.

Makes sense, right? Yet how many of us actually really do it? We will sit around and quote Einstein all day long and tell everyone else how insane THEY are because we see them get the same job, date the same loser, do the same thing every weekend, etc. Yet they themselves continue doing the same things, but are the loudest at bitching and moaning when they aren't happy or things don't work out. I'm not judging: I am the KING of talkin' what I wasn't walkin'. And it wasn't until I realized that Einstein, with all due respect to his genius, should've added that last bit to his quote. It would have saved us all a great deal of time.

Part of the reason scientists do experiments is to establish the fact of and to document any consequences deriving from "different." They have a premise; they design an experiment; they conduct the experiment over and over and over again, carefully noting the procedure every time. If they do the same experiment 8,473,572,947 times the exact same way, they should get the same exact result 8,473,572,947 times. If they get a different result, they immediately start looking for the anomalies--what happened this time to change the outcome?

2 + 2 = 4. Without fail. It's not until you add 1 or subtract 2 that you get a different result.

I have had to learn, the HARD way, of course, to apply this in my life. In all areas. But most especially in love and relationships. And I discovered that my way just wasn't working. EVER.

For example, I have found that me + douchebag = FAIL. Every single time, without exception. So I started examining like a scientist what the anomaly was. Guess what, folks? It wasn't the douchebag of the moment's fault... it was MINE. Cuz I kept choosing douchebags to date! I love a good game of Duck, Duck, Douche as much as the next person, but only when I get to throw things at the douche. Playing that way in relationships really sucks. Yet I kept doing it! Over and over and over and over and over again...

So I changed it.

Helps to know what kind of results you want before you conduct an experiment. I know what kind of life I want, the kind of people I want in it, and the kind of relationship I'm looking for. I'm making decisions that will set me up to succeed at those goals. If something doesn't work, I change it.

Sounds logical. It IS radical. And it works.

INTRO & DISCLAIMER

Yo! What up, peeps?

Mi amigos have been after me for a long, long time to start writing again. They want me to blog. They want me to rant. They want me to say what I need to say. They want me to put The Truth As I See It out there.

Aight.

So I'm starting off with a little intro... and a disclamier.

Intro:
I'm JEN. I'm part Irish, part Italian and ALL female. That's a hat trick right out of the gate, without me even having to lift a finger.

I'm smarter than the average female. I love sports and live music. I have two kids, both boys, who are The Coolest Kids In The Universe. I love them very much. I am loud, I'm not afraid to look like a dork and I am loyal to a fault. My sense of humor and my tendency to be a bonafide smartass are my superpowers. I like to live life turned all the way up. Laughter and lots of it are medicine for the soul.

Disclaimer:
The reason behind my intelligence is because I have screwed up. A LOT. And I'm not afraid to talk about it or apply what I learn. I don't judge people; I judge actions and viewpoints, and I'm not afraid to be wrong. If I get to the point where I'm name calling, then the person being called that name has richly earned it. I hate stupid people. The only exception I make to this is if one knows he or she is stupid and is cool about it. Stupidity and being an arse do not blend well together.

I say this because while I welcome opinions, even if they don't agree with mine, I abhor cowardice and narcissism. I have no patience for it, so do yourself a favor and don't bring that to my doorstep unless you want to get called out on it.

If you can deal with that, great! If not, then don't read my stuff. Read at your own risk.

I am looking forward to this! As long as I don't get writers block. ;D