Sunday, February 27, 2011

Experiencing Slight Turbulence

Today is one of those crawl-beneath-the-bed-and-pretend-not-to-be-in-the-room days. School tomorrow....bleeehhh. Gag me. Senioritus has a firm hold over my health. It is possible I shall never recover. In the event that it gets the better of me, I bequeath my possessions to those who need them most. By this I mean that I would dearly love for them to find their way to third world countries and commence enriching the lives of the inhabitants. I'm certain they won't be taken for granted there...Hmmm...My esteemed colleague Spring sent me an e-mail, it says winter has overstayed it's welcome and if it had any manners it would pack up and leave, taking it's biting winds, ice, and muddied sludge with it. I quite agree with this statement and fully endorse the movement.
On a different note, what in the world am I going to major in? I haven't the foggiest idea...well, maybe a foggy idea...or a smoggy one...{[HA! Smoggy.]}...Hum dee dum...This is really just a ranting, isn't it? I'm simply putting down whatever my brain comes up with. That, my friends, is called the blind leading the blind. My brain is a complete mystery to me. Which would probably be why I am appalled any time anyone says they understand me or where I'm coming from. I don't even understand these things myself...That's what I should major in. Myself. I would be the only expert in the world...
Huh, this seems to be getting slightly self-centered. I enjoy focusing on more external matters. Stonehenge for instance. Who put that there? And what were they thinking? I mean, sure, it's a nice way to get attention, but if you don't bother to give us a way of knowing who precisely is responsible then the credit all goes to anonymity. Leave a plaque or something next time. Although, if you do, the government might track you down and fine you for defacing public land. Maybe you should first purchase a small plot in the middle of what has potential to be, say...a housing development? A national park? A strip mall? Otherwise your idea is sort of like a light bulb of incorrect wattage. It could just make a mildly startling popping noise and go out. Or, in the even that you REALLY screw up and manage to trigger something else as you flip the switch, it could explode. Making a mess that may ultimately prove to be more painful than you had anticipated. That's life though. Everyone experiences some slight turbulence before they have something of Stonehenge proportions to their name. Once you get it right though, you really get it right. And that, my friends, that must look pretty impressive on a resume.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Other People Are People Too

Hmmmm...I feel so irritated...and I have no idea why...what is up with me today?
Maybe it's because yesterday was less than ideal, maybe it's because I had crappy dreams last night, maybe it's my headache, maybe it's because I've been breaking my own rules for around a month or so, maybe it's because I've been on the biggest emotional roller coaster of my life the past while and my subconscious is retaliating...meh. Whatever it is, it's here to remind me to be humble and kind and human.
So please don't take offense should I act unusual or abrupt. Because it's not what the ideal me would prefer I do...It's just my humanity acting out. :)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

A Matter of Perspective; the Sun is Coming Around

There are days that seem so very bleak empty.
Like the snow towards the end of January, where the soft, clean, white is gone, leaving behind a sharp grey skeleton of ice and grime. Walking around is no walk in the park. At least, not a park I'd like to spend my time in. More like a park where the people are all communicating their want for closeness, but the Distance between them is filled with enough of a lonely, dry, biting wind to keep them from being content. So maybe there are days like that. Days where you're too awake to close your eyes and feel content, but too tired to open them to optimism. There's a flip side though. Better days piling up to better weeks, which meld into better months, that will spill into a glass-half-full kind of a year.
That's my type of good time.

As a child, I always wondered if the man in the moon ever felt sad at not getting to see the sun. After reflecting on the matter, I remembered that the moon isn't the only light in the night sky. Now I think that perhaps he feels content with a trillion stars for company. Because while we only see a tiny glimmer, if we were to get a closer look we'd know that every drop of light was secretly brilliant. We're just too far away to know exactly what it is we're looking at. Realizing this made me think that Maybe the sun gets lonely, not having stars around to keep her company. But then I remembered that the stars are incredibly constant. The sun is just too busy being as bright as it can for them to be visible.
So maybe it's all a lesson in humility.
If we're looking for one, I mean.
I guess it's all a matter of perspective.

From mine, I'm certainly glad you're in my sight lines. Because I am starting to feel that if you weren't, I'd be an awful lot like a cloud covered night in late January.