They say patience is a virtue; that it is good to have patience and be patient. But how much patience is too much? How long can you let people get away with stuff because of this excuse or that excuse? How long can a person wait without interfering while events are in other people’s hands?
When do you know when is the right time to step forward and take things into your control? Is there ever a right time or are all times bad and you just have to jump in and make the time? Why is it so hard to wait patiently and so hard to butt your head through the wall?
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
The Twilight Phase
I was driving to work the other day and I thought of the perfect title for a blogging website. But for the life of me, I can’t remember it now. It is surprising how much we know and forget in that twilight phase when we are not fully awake.
Many times I have woken from a dream with every detail vivid in my brain. Then not an hour later, I can barely remember the overarching theme of what the dream was about.
Why is it that dreams are so elusive? They are like a butterfly that is real while we sleep, but as we wake, the butterfly fades into the background. If we reach out and try to catch it, our hands pass right through it, unable to grasp it in the realm of the waking.
Why then, if the details of dreams are so easily forgotten during that twilight phase are we able to go to sleep the next night and have a dream that that we know is the continuation of the one from the previous night?
Conscious thoughts during the twilight phase, like my blog title, also disappear into its depths. Is the twilight phase merely a series of thoughts from our sleepy brain that are quickly forgotten because they are like background music and without significance? What then about my blog idea or those dreams you wake up from and want to relive forever? An hour later, even those details are gone.
Is your mind storing memories in a different part of your brain when you are in this twilight phase; like a hard drive that is only accessible during the night or while sleeping? Do the sleeping parts of our brains know the secrets that our waking brains cannot grasp? When I thought of that blog title, I wasn’t trying to think of one, I was just pondering in general and it came to me- you know suchandsuch would be a great title for a blog!
If our conscious mind could remember all of the things we’ve forgotten during the twilight phases of sleep, I wonder what we would learn.
Many times I have woken from a dream with every detail vivid in my brain. Then not an hour later, I can barely remember the overarching theme of what the dream was about.
Why is it that dreams are so elusive? They are like a butterfly that is real while we sleep, but as we wake, the butterfly fades into the background. If we reach out and try to catch it, our hands pass right through it, unable to grasp it in the realm of the waking.
Why then, if the details of dreams are so easily forgotten during that twilight phase are we able to go to sleep the next night and have a dream that that we know is the continuation of the one from the previous night?
Conscious thoughts during the twilight phase, like my blog title, also disappear into its depths. Is the twilight phase merely a series of thoughts from our sleepy brain that are quickly forgotten because they are like background music and without significance? What then about my blog idea or those dreams you wake up from and want to relive forever? An hour later, even those details are gone.
Is your mind storing memories in a different part of your brain when you are in this twilight phase; like a hard drive that is only accessible during the night or while sleeping? Do the sleeping parts of our brains know the secrets that our waking brains cannot grasp? When I thought of that blog title, I wasn’t trying to think of one, I was just pondering in general and it came to me- you know suchandsuch would be a great title for a blog!
If our conscious mind could remember all of the things we’ve forgotten during the twilight phases of sleep, I wonder what we would learn.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Babbling About Branching Paths
A friend once told me that life is like a movie. Everyone’s life is made up of multiple movies that are constantly playing. Depending on the decisions a person makes, sometimes they walk from one movie reel to another. Everyone has their own movie reels, and sometimes the movie reels overlap with other people for a time before the people move on. The same principle has also been explained with paths or roads countless times. Personally, I like the concept of movies reel, but it is harder to relate to other people than the age-old tradition of roads being the paths in life.
Recently, I feel like everywhere I turn, a new branch appears in the road I am walking down in life, and someone I know walks away from me on that new path. Life can feel like it is standing still sometimes, but when everyone you know is making major life-changing decisions, it makes a person stop to wonder. Are you the one standing still?
When I peer closer at the roads my friends have taken recently, I see a lot of people struggling for hope. Hope in jobs, in relationships, and in life. This past year, at least seven people have told me they want to quit what they are currently doing to work in a different field or pursue a different career.
One of the most shocking discoveries was from an old friend who moved away at the end of college. He has been planning to go into the art field for years. Suddenly, he is no longer interested in art. Money is more important now, apparently. He can do art on the side, he says. How can something that is a dream for years and years become a side-project in just a couple of year’s time? How can something that was worked so hard towards be abandoned like that? Then I think of my neglected writing.
My childhood dream was to become a “real writer”, but I haven’t written anything significant since high school. Over the past year, I have done more towards my writing dream than I have in a very long time. Most of that involved attending conferences and networking, but it’s significantly more than I did in the past. Now comes the most crucial step- for me to sit down and write again on a more regular basis. To help with this, I signed up for NaNoWriMo (http://www.nanowrimo.org/).
Yes, I know I’m crazy. Who knows if I’ll even finish a chapter in this writing escapade? But at least I am trying to not let my dream slip away; trying not to be one of those who settles for what life hands down. Settling never equates to contentment. The sweetest joys in life also tend to be the hardest to grasp and the most work to achieve. At least I’m trying.
Most of the people I know, are taking up the torch again to walk down a new path towards their dreams. While I am happy for them pursuing their dreams, it also makes me sad because I wonder if their paths will branch in a direction that will ever cross my path again…?
Recently, I feel like everywhere I turn, a new branch appears in the road I am walking down in life, and someone I know walks away from me on that new path. Life can feel like it is standing still sometimes, but when everyone you know is making major life-changing decisions, it makes a person stop to wonder. Are you the one standing still?
When I peer closer at the roads my friends have taken recently, I see a lot of people struggling for hope. Hope in jobs, in relationships, and in life. This past year, at least seven people have told me they want to quit what they are currently doing to work in a different field or pursue a different career.
One of the most shocking discoveries was from an old friend who moved away at the end of college. He has been planning to go into the art field for years. Suddenly, he is no longer interested in art. Money is more important now, apparently. He can do art on the side, he says. How can something that is a dream for years and years become a side-project in just a couple of year’s time? How can something that was worked so hard towards be abandoned like that? Then I think of my neglected writing.
My childhood dream was to become a “real writer”, but I haven’t written anything significant since high school. Over the past year, I have done more towards my writing dream than I have in a very long time. Most of that involved attending conferences and networking, but it’s significantly more than I did in the past. Now comes the most crucial step- for me to sit down and write again on a more regular basis. To help with this, I signed up for NaNoWriMo (http://www.nanowrimo.org/).
Yes, I know I’m crazy. Who knows if I’ll even finish a chapter in this writing escapade? But at least I am trying to not let my dream slip away; trying not to be one of those who settles for what life hands down. Settling never equates to contentment. The sweetest joys in life also tend to be the hardest to grasp and the most work to achieve. At least I’m trying.
Most of the people I know, are taking up the torch again to walk down a new path towards their dreams. While I am happy for them pursuing their dreams, it also makes me sad because I wonder if their paths will branch in a direction that will ever cross my path again…?
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
The Struggle for Control
October 3, 2006
In today’s society there seems to be a constant struggle for control. Everyone wants to be in control, but no one wants to take the responsibilities that come with being in control. Then ultimately no one is in control because no one will take any of the responsibilities associated with being in power. This problem is most prevalent in the business setting; especially when it comes to middle management.
For example, take the typical workplace. One of the little worker bees (me) has a project. Yet I cannot do my project without getting approval from 3-4 Queen Bees in departments associated with the project. The first person has one opinion. The second person has a different opinion, and the third person wants the project changed completely, and so on. You’re lucky if they decide upon something (IF being the operative word), and if they do decide upon something, it is never long before they change their minds again and again and again.
Everyone claims they want to be in control of how things work, but no one will step up and organize everyone. No one is willing to take responsibility for making the decisions and making everyone stick with the decisions. This leads to inefficiency, duplication of work, disgruntled workers, disorganization, and projects that are never finished because no final decision can ever be decided upon.
In their battle to be in power, do they not realize that they are creating more chaos than order? Do they not understand that to create order there must be one final decision on things and once the final decision has been made, it is not lightly ignored and revised? Do they not see that a Queen Bee is not really the Queen if there are hundreds of other bees with the same authority in the same hive; especially if they all each do their own thing and don’t mediate with or organize each other?
Ultimately in the struggle for control, many of the little worker bees have delusions of grandeur, but none of them will ever be in control as long as none of them ever steps up to carry the burdens that go along with being in control.
In today’s society there seems to be a constant struggle for control. Everyone wants to be in control, but no one wants to take the responsibilities that come with being in control. Then ultimately no one is in control because no one will take any of the responsibilities associated with being in power. This problem is most prevalent in the business setting; especially when it comes to middle management.
For example, take the typical workplace. One of the little worker bees (me) has a project. Yet I cannot do my project without getting approval from 3-4 Queen Bees in departments associated with the project. The first person has one opinion. The second person has a different opinion, and the third person wants the project changed completely, and so on. You’re lucky if they decide upon something (IF being the operative word), and if they do decide upon something, it is never long before they change their minds again and again and again.
Everyone claims they want to be in control of how things work, but no one will step up and organize everyone. No one is willing to take responsibility for making the decisions and making everyone stick with the decisions. This leads to inefficiency, duplication of work, disgruntled workers, disorganization, and projects that are never finished because no final decision can ever be decided upon.
In their battle to be in power, do they not realize that they are creating more chaos than order? Do they not understand that to create order there must be one final decision on things and once the final decision has been made, it is not lightly ignored and revised? Do they not see that a Queen Bee is not really the Queen if there are hundreds of other bees with the same authority in the same hive; especially if they all each do their own thing and don’t mediate with or organize each other?
Ultimately in the struggle for control, many of the little worker bees have delusions of grandeur, but none of them will ever be in control as long as none of them ever steps up to carry the burdens that go along with being in control.
Monday, October 02, 2006
What Women Want [Part1]
October 2, 2006
Friday at work, a major bureaucratic decision was made without regard for what’s right and wrong. I fumed about it all day and was still burning with anger over it when I got home from work. Like anyone carrying around the weight of anger, I needed to vent. So I did. However, instead of getting relief through the release of anger, I became angrier. Both of the people I talked to did not understand the principle of venting (even though I have explained it to both) and they immediately tried to tell me what I should and should not do regarding the situation. Bad move. That is not what a woman wants when she needs to vent.
For all of you guys out there, here is a little secret about women; when women want to vent, they need to vent. They are not looking for excuses or explanations or advice or to be told what they should do. Instead, they are simply looking for someone who will listen to them while they release the weight they have been carrying around (or at least pretend to listen to them well enough that it seems like you guys are actually listening).
The whole point of venting is to vent, and a woman does not want your advice while she is venting. Do not interrupt her to criticize what she is criticizing or to tell her what she should do about it. She already has a good idea of what her options are. She already knows things are crappy. She just needs to release her emotions so she can move forward without most of the anger regarding it.
It seems to be a natural instinct for guys to try to tell a woman what she needs to do to fix a problem if she tries to vent. But beware. When a woman is venting, that is the LAST thing she wants to hear. If a woman wants your advice, she will ask for it. Otherwise, it is simply a discerning ear. When guys learn that, they are a step closer to learning how to understand a woman.
Friday at work, a major bureaucratic decision was made without regard for what’s right and wrong. I fumed about it all day and was still burning with anger over it when I got home from work. Like anyone carrying around the weight of anger, I needed to vent. So I did. However, instead of getting relief through the release of anger, I became angrier. Both of the people I talked to did not understand the principle of venting (even though I have explained it to both) and they immediately tried to tell me what I should and should not do regarding the situation. Bad move. That is not what a woman wants when she needs to vent.
For all of you guys out there, here is a little secret about women; when women want to vent, they need to vent. They are not looking for excuses or explanations or advice or to be told what they should do. Instead, they are simply looking for someone who will listen to them while they release the weight they have been carrying around (or at least pretend to listen to them well enough that it seems like you guys are actually listening).
The whole point of venting is to vent, and a woman does not want your advice while she is venting. Do not interrupt her to criticize what she is criticizing or to tell her what she should do about it. She already has a good idea of what her options are. She already knows things are crappy. She just needs to release her emotions so she can move forward without most of the anger regarding it.
It seems to be a natural instinct for guys to try to tell a woman what she needs to do to fix a problem if she tries to vent. But beware. When a woman is venting, that is the LAST thing she wants to hear. If a woman wants your advice, she will ask for it. Otherwise, it is simply a discerning ear. When guys learn that, they are a step closer to learning how to understand a woman.
Friday, September 22, 2006
How Strange Is That?
September 22, 2006
I was sitting at work today and came across the name of a small little grocery store in Eureka Springs. This store is called, Harts, but it very much your typical small-town grocery store. I have seen Harps Groceries everywhere, but that is the only Harts Grocery I have ever seen, so when I came across the name, I was immediately reminded of my trip to Eureka Springs last October.
In my minds eye, I could see the crystal clear clue sky. I could almost smell the crisp autumn air. I could even almost see the storefront itself bathed in the bright sunlight. Eureka Springs is only a slightly higher elevation than Little Rock, but the sky felt closer in Eureka Springs, almost as if it were some buried tower of Babel, lifting the people into the sky. The hills were also so beautiful. I love rolling hills and that whole area is full of hills with such beautiful views everywhere along the road.
I was in Eureka Springs for about 3 days for a writing conference last October. When I left there, I felt re-invigorated. I had forgotten that feeling. I hadn’t planned on going to the writing conference there this October, due to money issue. The deadline has already passed for early registration and all of the contest deadlines are way past. Eureka Springs hadn’t really crossed my mind in a year.
But today when I came across the mention of Harts Grocery in Eureka Springs, it all came back to be. Just the mention of the name and memories of one of the most beautiful places I have even visited came flooding back. Maybe it is true what they say about writing and emotions.
Now I have this deep urge to go back to Eureka Springs again soon. Where did it come from so suddenly, I wonder? I haven’t written much since my last writing conference and feel like I need to “hide out” more (and avoid all the “real” writers at such conferences) until I get more writing completed. Besides the money issues, I didn’t want to go to the Eureka Springs writing conference because I didn’t want everyone to see how little I really have to show for this past year as far as my writing goes.
Then suddenly I see a reference to the city and am instilled with this great urge to return to Eureka Springs (and go to that writing conference after all). Why is it that only now do I want to go? Why is it that only now that I have this strong feeling that I should attend this writing conference after all?
How strange is that?
I was sitting at work today and came across the name of a small little grocery store in Eureka Springs. This store is called, Harts, but it very much your typical small-town grocery store. I have seen Harps Groceries everywhere, but that is the only Harts Grocery I have ever seen, so when I came across the name, I was immediately reminded of my trip to Eureka Springs last October.
In my minds eye, I could see the crystal clear clue sky. I could almost smell the crisp autumn air. I could even almost see the storefront itself bathed in the bright sunlight. Eureka Springs is only a slightly higher elevation than Little Rock, but the sky felt closer in Eureka Springs, almost as if it were some buried tower of Babel, lifting the people into the sky. The hills were also so beautiful. I love rolling hills and that whole area is full of hills with such beautiful views everywhere along the road.
I was in Eureka Springs for about 3 days for a writing conference last October. When I left there, I felt re-invigorated. I had forgotten that feeling. I hadn’t planned on going to the writing conference there this October, due to money issue. The deadline has already passed for early registration and all of the contest deadlines are way past. Eureka Springs hadn’t really crossed my mind in a year.
But today when I came across the mention of Harts Grocery in Eureka Springs, it all came back to be. Just the mention of the name and memories of one of the most beautiful places I have even visited came flooding back. Maybe it is true what they say about writing and emotions.
Now I have this deep urge to go back to Eureka Springs again soon. Where did it come from so suddenly, I wonder? I haven’t written much since my last writing conference and feel like I need to “hide out” more (and avoid all the “real” writers at such conferences) until I get more writing completed. Besides the money issues, I didn’t want to go to the Eureka Springs writing conference because I didn’t want everyone to see how little I really have to show for this past year as far as my writing goes.
Then suddenly I see a reference to the city and am instilled with this great urge to return to Eureka Springs (and go to that writing conference after all). Why is it that only now do I want to go? Why is it that only now that I have this strong feeling that I should attend this writing conference after all?
How strange is that?
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Poem- When all else is gone
When an emptiness
Walks a road desolate
Of all but breath itself.
When companionship
Replaces passion,
Emotion and desire.
When the heart
Is but a shell
Drained of its lifeblood
And only feels
The emotions you create
For yourself.
When life
Moves in slow motion
Or stands still
Like a clock hand
Hanging in the air
Awaiting the chime
The inevitable
Plays out before your eyes
And you ache
Pushing away
The undesired pain
Just a little while longer
A façade of contentment
The empty shell smiles
But buries its true self deeper still.
Nodding at meaningless words
That find no home within
But float away.
The spark, the connection,
The understanding is nonexistent.
The souls don’t even touch on their very fringes.
Not understanding they don’t understand you.
When all else is gone
Family ties are forever.
Walks a road desolate
Of all but breath itself.
When companionship
Replaces passion,
Emotion and desire.
When the heart
Is but a shell
Drained of its lifeblood
And only feels
The emotions you create
For yourself.
When life
Moves in slow motion
Or stands still
Like a clock hand
Hanging in the air
Awaiting the chime
The inevitable
Plays out before your eyes
And you ache
Pushing away
The undesired pain
Just a little while longer
A façade of contentment
The empty shell smiles
But buries its true self deeper still.
Nodding at meaningless words
That find no home within
But float away.
The spark, the connection,
The understanding is nonexistent.
The souls don’t even touch on their very fringes.
Not understanding they don’t understand you.
When all else is gone
Family ties are forever.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Endangered species?
I feel sorry for children who will be born the next few generations from now. All of the things we grew up with will be old and archaic or non-existent. They will miss out on so much stuff because the world has become so technologically complicated. They will never know what it is like to mail a letter to someone and the anticipation and excitement of receiving a letter in the mail a few weeks later. These days, there is email and instant messengers that provide for almost instantaneous communications, without all of the waiting of traditional letters. There are also cell phones so no matter where they go, they will always be seconds away from hearing the voice of a friend and will never have an excuse for being out late or car trouble and not calling for help or to check in.
There will be those who think milk comes from Wal-Mart because they have never seen an animal in their life, except for the standard household pets. They will miss out on seeing newborn animal not an hour after their birth. They will not know the satisfaction of growing a watermelon from a seed and watching all summer as the melon ripens; nor will thy know the sorrow of raccoons the handful of peaches on the tree just days before they are ripe. Areas of forest and nature are being converted into housing and businesses. All of the simple pleasures of life are being lost
Imagination and creativity will be stunted because they will all have mindless entertainment at hand "On-Demand". Cable television is in most households these days and once the television is turned on, hours and hours can disappear without the watcher noticing, like some sort of broadcasted trance. And movies are available On-Demand on cable and on internet streaming video sites. No waiting. No one has to read anymore because they just pop an audiobook on their iPod or stereo and it is read to them. Or they can buy and download their books online. Any number of things exist where people can forget how the US is making enemies with the whole world, and simply exist within the box that is their home. Exist without knowing all the simple joys of life enjoyed by previous generations.
And what about the good ol' fashioned novellist? Are we also an endangered species? With comic books and graphic novels, audio books and internet libraries, movies and innumberable stories on television, and computer and video games, and the internet are we also doomed to extinction? With images being fed straight to the child's eyes, will they even develop an imagination? Or will hardcover books grow old and musty and out-of-print as the writers who created them pass on, and the next generation will never open an encyclopedia, muchless a real life book because all the research they ever need for homework can always be found on the internet and all the entertainment they could ever want is fed to them in easier methods that are more entrancing and require less brain power....?
Is our generation itself the last to know what it is like to have these things? What it is like to live before the existence of all of these new technologies? Are we all an endangered species?
There will be those who think milk comes from Wal-Mart because they have never seen an animal in their life, except for the standard household pets. They will miss out on seeing newborn animal not an hour after their birth. They will not know the satisfaction of growing a watermelon from a seed and watching all summer as the melon ripens; nor will thy know the sorrow of raccoons the handful of peaches on the tree just days before they are ripe. Areas of forest and nature are being converted into housing and businesses. All of the simple pleasures of life are being lost
Imagination and creativity will be stunted because they will all have mindless entertainment at hand "On-Demand". Cable television is in most households these days and once the television is turned on, hours and hours can disappear without the watcher noticing, like some sort of broadcasted trance. And movies are available On-Demand on cable and on internet streaming video sites. No waiting. No one has to read anymore because they just pop an audiobook on their iPod or stereo and it is read to them. Or they can buy and download their books online. Any number of things exist where people can forget how the US is making enemies with the whole world, and simply exist within the box that is their home. Exist without knowing all the simple joys of life enjoyed by previous generations.
And what about the good ol' fashioned novellist? Are we also an endangered species? With comic books and graphic novels, audio books and internet libraries, movies and innumberable stories on television, and computer and video games, and the internet are we also doomed to extinction? With images being fed straight to the child's eyes, will they even develop an imagination? Or will hardcover books grow old and musty and out-of-print as the writers who created them pass on, and the next generation will never open an encyclopedia, muchless a real life book because all the research they ever need for homework can always be found on the internet and all the entertainment they could ever want is fed to them in easier methods that are more entrancing and require less brain power....?
Is our generation itself the last to know what it is like to have these things? What it is like to live before the existence of all of these new technologies? Are we all an endangered species?
Friday, February 03, 2006
Lesson of the New Year #1
Never ask a psychology major anything.
Instead of directly answering, they will screw around with your head until you aren't sure if the culmination of their answers is really the answer or just another way to screw with your mind.
Instead of directly answering, they will screw around with your head until you aren't sure if the culmination of their answers is really the answer or just another way to screw with your mind.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Ode to the Sweet Night
This is a poem about a vampire character in one of my stories. I'm submitting it to an upcoming writing contest, so if you see any errors, please let me know.
Ode to the Sweet Night
A dream,
hanging on the breath of Night,
disappears
with Dawn’s light.
Eyes
that open to the world around
do not see how the dream
could be found.
They
search through the light of Day
for images lost
in Night’s gentle sway.
But alas, alack,
all is gone;
dreams are lost to Fate-
life just a pawn.
Forces
move where Daylight waits,
forming bonds and
binding fates.
Life
chains the legs and binds the arms
enslaving hearts in
its worldly charms.
Death
taunts the body and the soul
threatening uncertain fates
beyond control.
Time
toys with the daily life;
it’s ticking minutes
causing strife.
In the Day
the true light is gone;
shut out by the walls that
Fate has drawn.
Eyes that once
shined so fair,
hide away
what’s buried there.
The heart aches
in Solitude’s call;
but what’s never known
can never fall.
Yet tucked away
in Night’s deep hold,
the heart whispers
of dreams untold.
And in the depths
of the life that is Dream,
the soul’s every wish
it shall redeem.
So sing
an ode unto the Night;
dream the dream
you cannot fight.
And in Night’s sweet arms
you can live
the life that Day
refuses to give.
A dream-
hangs on the breath of Night,
whispered softly,
eyes shining bright.
© January 27, 2006
Anahbird
Ode to the Sweet Night
A dream,
hanging on the breath of Night,
disappears
with Dawn’s light.
Eyes
that open to the world around
do not see how the dream
could be found.
They
search through the light of Day
for images lost
in Night’s gentle sway.
But alas, alack,
all is gone;
dreams are lost to Fate-
life just a pawn.
Forces
move where Daylight waits,
forming bonds and
binding fates.
Life
chains the legs and binds the arms
enslaving hearts in
its worldly charms.
Death
taunts the body and the soul
threatening uncertain fates
beyond control.
Time
toys with the daily life;
it’s ticking minutes
causing strife.
In the Day
the true light is gone;
shut out by the walls that
Fate has drawn.
Eyes that once
shined so fair,
hide away
what’s buried there.
The heart aches
in Solitude’s call;
but what’s never known
can never fall.
Yet tucked away
in Night’s deep hold,
the heart whispers
of dreams untold.
And in the depths
of the life that is Dream,
the soul’s every wish
it shall redeem.
So sing
an ode unto the Night;
dream the dream
you cannot fight.
And in Night’s sweet arms
you can live
the life that Day
refuses to give.
A dream-
hangs on the breath of Night,
whispered softly,
eyes shining bright.
© January 27, 2006
Anahbird
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Ironic Quotes of 2005
"He walked into the bar and asked, 'Have you seen a midgit come in recently?' and the waitress thought he was telling her a joke.
"How can you love someone but not be 'in love' with them?"
"It's a table full of misfits and outcasts and one lone soul with status who took pity and had no where else to sit."
"He would give you anything to make you happy. The only thing he can't give you is the immaterial things and they are..well, immaterial; unimportant."
"Wow! This room is so bad, even the artificial flowers look dead."
"Would you like me like that if I wore red plaid shirts and started writing again?"
"She pushed another girl out of the way just to catch the bouquet because she thinks by catching the bouquet it will magically make her life perfect by putting a ring on her finger."
"Skittles saved my life."
"How much do you pay for plasma donations?"
"How can you love someone but not be 'in love' with them?"
"It's a table full of misfits and outcasts and one lone soul with status who took pity and had no where else to sit."
"He would give you anything to make you happy. The only thing he can't give you is the immaterial things and they are..well, immaterial; unimportant."
"Wow! This room is so bad, even the artificial flowers look dead."
"Would you like me like that if I wore red plaid shirts and started writing again?"
"She pushed another girl out of the way just to catch the bouquet because she thinks by catching the bouquet it will magically make her life perfect by putting a ring on her finger."
"Skittles saved my life."
"How much do you pay for plasma donations?"
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Acceptance
Why is it that people say, "Yes, I'm accepting of (whatever); no, it wouldn't bother me"?
But then when that thing actually affects their life they want it their way and only their way. Why can't people accept eachother for who and what they are; each having the right to choose how to live their life? Why must one person's will always overshadow and control all of those around them?
Why? ;_;
But then when that thing actually affects their life they want it their way and only their way. Why can't people accept eachother for who and what they are; each having the right to choose how to live their life? Why must one person's will always overshadow and control all of those around them?
Why? ;_;
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