Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Pets

I am one who enjoys the Sunday comics. I specifically enjoy Mutts, jumpstart, foxtrot etc. Two or so sundays ago, Mutts had a single frame comic that included a man lying in bed with his dog on top with a look of unmatched loyalty. Above was a quote (addressing the dog) "My heart is ever at your service -Shakespeare". Not a lot makes one genuinely happy; this did. I have two cats currently; had a dog until 4 or 5 years ago, and desire the company of another. Pets are like adoring little brothers or sisters without a hint of negativity or judgment but even more enthusiasm.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Thought #3

Do I belong here? That is the question. Right now I say no. For reason or not I cannot forsee a future in which I'd be able to say either. From which would I base fact.

Thought #2

If there's no positive recent events, what do I have to prove that I'm a person worth the air. And given the tools how does one prove it to them self.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Reality

Ever have one of those moments where you go "wow, what is this? o wait its reality". This tends to include thinking that the presentation of images through your eyes is somewhat alien and that just for a second you forget who everyone is and where you are. About 5 minutes ago, I had one of those moments. I was looking at my dad as we were discussing my the terms for my history test and I asked myself "do i like this reality?". Not really a question of whether I like the fact that I have a test and the aspects of my current situation but more, "would I rather something else entirely". Quite trippy now that I think about it. The question of whether there are other realities incites a longing for it. For the time being, I'm still in this one. In a sense of survival (promoting fear of uncertainty) another reality is scary, yet still so intriguing. I guess that's why we generalize the Japanese as anime addicts.

I leave you with this: What's real?

Monday, February 6, 2012

A Title

Ever have trouble when a teacher asks you to name a story or project. It's tough to make a creative and fitting title that encompasses the entirety of what's written underneath. Actually, it's impossible.

On Saturday afternoon from 3pm-6pm me and a good friend of mine from Glastonbury participated in the homeless sleep out event for my church. It goes from 9 in the morning on saturday to 9 in the morning on sunday. The past two years my friend and I had done the 3am to 6 am shift (because it was exiting and all) but we decided to be less ambitious this year. Anyways, the idea is that for 3 hours we stand in the cold holding signs on the curb on our main street as cars go by trying to collect money for the nearby homeless shelters. There is a bin w/ a fire inside but we are only expected to take short breaks sitting by it. Granted it wasn't nearly as cold as in past years, but still after the sun went down it gets chilly, especially after extended exposure. This was no incredible feat, yet is was one of the few actual "events" in my life recently. Within fitting timing, about 2 weeks earlier, there was a talk in my wednesday school class praising the book of an author who had misunderstood homeless people his entire life. To combat this he set off into inner cities and all over the country trying to get to know homeless people. He took lots of picture and gave them captions (in his book). He concluded that the homeless are only normal people who got unlucky or made mistakes and society doesn't exactly give second chances. Anyway, the point of this is that "homeless" is a title that we give people who are without a home. Fitting it may seem, but it's not. A title attempts to put the contents of the work into a couple of words. Thus the title would need to contain what the writer or "maker" thought was the most defining aspect. Homelessness is not the most defining aspect of homeless people.

I hate to feel the need to prove myself (in any sense) but through my church I have had the opportunity to meet homeless people in the heart of boston near Nathaniel hall and I can vouch for this belief.

To sum up: no person deserves a title. No matter the circumstance.

On a lighter note, my grandmother switched facilities and is doing a lot better. I feel bad that I doubted how much life was still in her. My studies in school are still rickety, as I just have so much trouble focusing. I'm loving Macbeth, it's a very entertaining story and I'm really not sure why I doubted Shakespeare's storytelling abilities. Unfortunately I haven't been very active on my blog, simply because I have very little to write about; I'm not in love, I'm not exploring the world, I haven't set any records, and I complain too much. Hopefully I'll find topics, philisophical or biographical.