<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060050.post15408557971043042..comments</id><updated>2008-02-03T19:50:36.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Daze of our lives...: Altering perceptions</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/15408557971043042/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/15408557971043042/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/altering-perceptions.html'/><author><name>bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505729913700832969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060050.post-8160103355129298198</id><published>2008-02-03T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:50:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we do judge at times. Them or their families....</title><content type='html'>Yes, we do judge at times. Them or their families..I remember walking on the street and seeing a group of five or six college kids, completely wasted, drinking beer on the street, laughing and looking happy. Was it real, any of it, and how did they get there? Why was there no one to point out it was not all peachy. I felt someone needed to be blamed. As I did when the bright, good looking, happy-looking colleague of mine from uni was telling us all about what he sees when he gets high. I was upset he made it look cool and had others look in awe at him. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I grew out of these feelings at least partially, I am still working on it though. I try to no longer find culprits, but reasons and signs. And maybe help a little when I can.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/15408557971043042/comments/default/8160103355129298198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/15408557971043042/comments/default/8160103355129298198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/altering-perceptions.html?showComment=1202064600000#c8160103355129298198' title=''/><author><name>Alina Popescu</name><uri>http://wordsofabrokenmirror.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/altering-perceptions.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060050.post-15408557971043042' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/posts/default/15408557971043042' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060050.post-2265757893903882489</id><published>2008-02-03T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:33:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your last paragraph says it all.  We can never kno...</title><content type='html'>Your last paragraph says it all.  We can never know what another is feeling or suffering and without knowing we cannot possibly judge, condemn or draw conclusions.  It is pertinent, always, to seek first to understand.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/15408557971043042/comments/default/2265757893903882489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/15408557971043042/comments/default/2265757893903882489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/altering-perceptions.html?showComment=1202063580000#c2265757893903882489' title=''/><author><name>Absolute Vanilla (&amp;amp; Atyllah)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04871239587214383387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15507192368147079444'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/altering-perceptions.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060050.post-15408557971043042' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/posts/default/15408557971043042' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060050.post-6254432660117755693</id><published>2008-02-03T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:59:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This post hit me, hard.I've been guilty of using t...</title><content type='html'>This post hit me, hard.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I've been guilty of using the word junkie, a lot.  It's not that I lack compassion for the people who have the disease, but more how I view the substance that has over taken their lives.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I've known beautiful intelligent souls, souls who couldn't escape the craving.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I've watched people who I love become crystal addicts and I've made myself sick wishing I could fix them, and then later wished that they wanted to fix themselves, because, no matter how much I wanted someone to be well, they never would be unless they wanted it too.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;People who were so lost in the habit that they couldn't think of life without it.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I suppose when I think about the connotation that the word junkie brings to my mind, I think in terms of the drugs specifically, the drugs that they craved so badly, the drugs, they are junk, and those drugs, they trashed some people's lives.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I understand where you are coming from though, and I hear you.  You've made me stop and think, reexamine my use of the word, and that's a something that I hadn't taken the time to do until now.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'll not forget your words here, I'll take them in and remember them the next time I think about using the word.  I'll remember that we all have demons, and I'll remember to love and listen, I'll try never to judge, and I'll try to lend help when I can.  But if I slip up and use the word in the future please forgive me, I mean no hatred towards the person, only the drugs that have damaged him/her.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Hugs and love to you,&lt;BR/&gt;Lori</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/15408557971043042/comments/default/6254432660117755693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/15408557971043042/comments/default/6254432660117755693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/altering-perceptions.html?showComment=1202032740000#c6254432660117755693' title=''/><author><name>fineartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004913358409783650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10361535808165786830'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://daze-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/altering-perceptions.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060050.post-15408557971043042' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060050/posts/default/15408557971043042' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>