Every one is different. No two people are the same.
Conflict arises from a lack in communication, and when there are so many different people in the world, communication is bound to get difficult.
When one can't correctly interpret another's thoughts or feelings by their actions or words, it's a problem. When the truth comes out and one gets hurt, it's a bigger problem. When one turns to thoughts of nothingness and meaninglessness in one's loneliness, it may be cause for concern.
If people have been hurt around you, because of something you didn't actively do, but which, for lack of communication, resulted in hurt feelings, maybe giving them space to heal isn't the best solution. Maybe you ought to reach out and just be their friend in their loneliness. You may think the last thing they want is for you to talk to them, but the truth is, they probably would really like your friendship, and for you to show them that they still deserve kindness.
So don't wait for them to heal on their own. It will probably never happen. Reach out to them. Call them and show them they're not alone.
Space is bad.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
stars
When's the last time you dreamt you were a pterodactyl? Yeah that's right. I had a dream that I drank a potion and turned into a flying dinosaur. It was awesome.
Anyways, today I want to write about a very special subject, that of Celebrity. These past few days were ESPN weekend, and I watched several tall people get accosted by shorter people with cameras and autograph books. I never recognized any of the tall people, but I could assume that they were athletes, and I knew they were famous enough because so many people wanted their picture with them.
So I got myself to thinking, what if you just got a big group of people together and chose one person to follow around? I mean, it wouldn't last very long, but you'd probably get a few people to ask questions. And you tell them their name like it's a big deal, and when they give you a blank look, you just tell them, 'look him/her up when you get home but right now just get a picture!'
It could provide for a rather entertaining afternoon.
To the general public, the princesses at Disney World are the only people with the authority to call themselves that. Those who dress up as the princesses at Halloween parties are just regular girls, dressed up. In order to rectify this abandonment of imaginative integrity, I've decided not to get any more pictures with characters here, because I don't want to give undue attention to anybody who's not particularly special to me. In fact, I'm so tired with the way people are obsessed with celebrity, that I refuse to acknowledge even stars I can recognize. Someone said recently, "I know we can't ask for autographs, but if I saw Johnny Depp, he's worth getting fired for." My opinion is that Johnny Depp doesn't care who I am, which is completely understandable, so why should I make a huge deal about who he is? You're all welcome to call me on this later, but for now I'm going to say that even if some crazy day I have an opportunity to get a picture with a huge star, I will refrain. I want pictures with my friends and family... and probably with the occasional unexpected awesome person I meet in random places.
Anyways, today I want to write about a very special subject, that of Celebrity. These past few days were ESPN weekend, and I watched several tall people get accosted by shorter people with cameras and autograph books. I never recognized any of the tall people, but I could assume that they were athletes, and I knew they were famous enough because so many people wanted their picture with them.
So I got myself to thinking, what if you just got a big group of people together and chose one person to follow around? I mean, it wouldn't last very long, but you'd probably get a few people to ask questions. And you tell them their name like it's a big deal, and when they give you a blank look, you just tell them, 'look him/her up when you get home but right now just get a picture!'
It could provide for a rather entertaining afternoon.
To the general public, the princesses at Disney World are the only people with the authority to call themselves that. Those who dress up as the princesses at Halloween parties are just regular girls, dressed up. In order to rectify this abandonment of imaginative integrity, I've decided not to get any more pictures with characters here, because I don't want to give undue attention to anybody who's not particularly special to me. In fact, I'm so tired with the way people are obsessed with celebrity, that I refuse to acknowledge even stars I can recognize. Someone said recently, "I know we can't ask for autographs, but if I saw Johnny Depp, he's worth getting fired for." My opinion is that Johnny Depp doesn't care who I am, which is completely understandable, so why should I make a huge deal about who he is? You're all welcome to call me on this later, but for now I'm going to say that even if some crazy day I have an opportunity to get a picture with a huge star, I will refrain. I want pictures with my friends and family... and probably with the occasional unexpected awesome person I meet in random places.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
This life
So the first thing I think anyone reading my blog should know is that I was an elf once, a very long time ago. Not only that, but I had a glorious life as a princess in Lothlorien. I was pretty much a rockstar and everbody loved me. That was the life. But yeah, I'm here now and livin it up as best I can.
Life is much more interesting when you narrate events silently and more colorfully to yourself.
'And then the captain (bus driver) navigated his ship through the treacherous seas (oncoming traffic) and led the crew to the next port three minutes behind schedule again, damn it.'
It doesn't have to be perfect to make your day that much more interesting.
The bus system here is good enough when it's good, but super sucky when it's bad. A few minutes behind schedule doesn't bother our drivers, but it can really throw us cast members off track. Just as I've found the case to be in many aspects of my life here, the worst part is that there's really nothing we can do about it. The only people we can talk to don't want to hear our problems. No one listens. No one helps.
We live in a dark forest ruled by a strict loveless tyrant who gives his children candy to keep them happy, while saving gold on their bread and water. And do we fight back? Alas, we want to believe that the Tyrant crushing us is actually still the good King we once hailed when the World was young. But the King died long ago, and rather than bury him, his power-hungry successor made him into a mask to disguise his greed. He preaches the King's words of love and honor as he beats and takes from the stoic children.
And what are the children to do?
Life is much more interesting when you narrate events silently and more colorfully to yourself.
'And then the captain (bus driver) navigated his ship through the treacherous seas (oncoming traffic) and led the crew to the next port three minutes behind schedule again, damn it.'
It doesn't have to be perfect to make your day that much more interesting.
The bus system here is good enough when it's good, but super sucky when it's bad. A few minutes behind schedule doesn't bother our drivers, but it can really throw us cast members off track. Just as I've found the case to be in many aspects of my life here, the worst part is that there's really nothing we can do about it. The only people we can talk to don't want to hear our problems. No one listens. No one helps.
We live in a dark forest ruled by a strict loveless tyrant who gives his children candy to keep them happy, while saving gold on their bread and water. And do we fight back? Alas, we want to believe that the Tyrant crushing us is actually still the good King we once hailed when the World was young. But the King died long ago, and rather than bury him, his power-hungry successor made him into a mask to disguise his greed. He preaches the King's words of love and honor as he beats and takes from the stoic children.
And what are the children to do?
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