I say, "you always talk about yourself."
He hears, "she hates when I change the subject."
I need a gender translator please.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Friday, October 07, 2011
To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they're blind to your shortcomings but because they so clearly see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be imperfect, and beautiful, too.
Victoria Moran, Lit from Within
Victoria Moran, Lit from Within
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
This week's struggle:
I'm having a difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that good people don't always prevail. When guys make the comment that good guys finish last, I roll my eyes. cliché. But I am struggling with this idea that people are continuously rewarded for making bad decisions. But what about me? Trying to make good decisions. Trying to make meaningful contributions to society. Whatever happened to the good "guys" winning and the bad losing. Whatever happened to wanting the good girl not the bad one? Oh wait...maybe that was never true. Wait... what did my guy friends say... Oh yeah, they say guys want the bad girls till it's time to get married or something super selfish like that (they aren't telling the truth here either, but it makes them feel better for their behavior). I'm not about to get into our paternalistic society. This do unto others as you would have them do unto you. That ish doesn't work.
I don't want to be one of the good ones anymore. It's just not appreciated. I'm going to do what I want like everybody else. How does it work again? Just apologize later. Yeah apologies don't really feel that great but you have to accept them these days. Plus everybody else is doing it. Being a leader is for the birds. I want to be a winner. The only way you can do that these days is by being a loser.
I'm having a difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that good people don't always prevail. When guys make the comment that good guys finish last, I roll my eyes. cliché. But I am struggling with this idea that people are continuously rewarded for making bad decisions. But what about me? Trying to make good decisions. Trying to make meaningful contributions to society. Whatever happened to the good "guys" winning and the bad losing. Whatever happened to wanting the good girl not the bad one? Oh wait...maybe that was never true. Wait... what did my guy friends say... Oh yeah, they say guys want the bad girls till it's time to get married or something super selfish like that (they aren't telling the truth here either, but it makes them feel better for their behavior). I'm not about to get into our paternalistic society. This do unto others as you would have them do unto you. That ish doesn't work.
I don't want to be one of the good ones anymore. It's just not appreciated. I'm going to do what I want like everybody else. How does it work again? Just apologize later. Yeah apologies don't really feel that great but you have to accept them these days. Plus everybody else is doing it. Being a leader is for the birds. I want to be a winner. The only way you can do that these days is by being a loser.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
I've outgrown many things in life. I lament those nostalgic things. They made me happy, but I know I have outgrown them. I wrote about this in a different world.
But I guess you can outgrow people.
I miss friends, but don't know how to start the conversation.
How do you interact when worlds are so different.
Do you remember. Is that enough.
What do you do when you no longer see the potential. Instead, you see static. Stop. Almost but not quite.
Being torn is quite artistic.
But I guess you can outgrow people.
I miss friends, but don't know how to start the conversation.
How do you interact when worlds are so different.
Do you remember. Is that enough.
What do you do when you no longer see the potential. Instead, you see static. Stop. Almost but not quite.
Being torn is quite artistic.
Hit and run? Danger. Crying. Cold. Fear. Begging. Questions. Help. Rain. Distant time. Hiding. Hoping. Text messages. Left alone. Phone call. explanations. No help. Danger. Crying. Cold. Fear. Alone.
Dreams.
Messages.
Something about a box?
....
I was taught long ago to know your audience.
....
I learned that adults are different than children.
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Most adults would be offended if treated like a 15 year old.
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But me... I reach out to people who know me. Or should. Who can address me as the person I am today and not a person of the masses. But sometimes, I reach out to people who don't know me.
Know your audience.
Dreams.
Messages.
Something about a box?
....
I was taught long ago to know your audience.
....
I learned that adults are different than children.
...
Most adults would be offended if treated like a 15 year old.
....
But me... I reach out to people who know me. Or should. Who can address me as the person I am today and not a person of the masses. But sometimes, I reach out to people who don't know me.
Know your audience.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 05, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Injustice - unfairness - procedure - war - terror - Constitutional rights - criminal - terrorists - students - innocent - humanitarians - intent - purpose - slippery slope - fight - injuries - citizens - freedom - type/criminals - stop - protect - enjoy Constitutional rights - country - award - ingenuity - hard-work - safety - patriotism - country
Just mooting...
Trying to come up with a policy argument.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
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