Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Doll

Doll, noun, a toy miniature representation of a person

      What is identity? Who am I? Am I just a selection of memories. Are my experiences the only thing that makes me different from everyone else?
    I write a lot of opinions but really do I have the right to tell other people what to think when I don't even know who I am. 
      Am I just a collection of other people's ideas? Where are my thoughts in all this mess?

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Now

Now, adverb, in the present, referring to what is happening, well, now

     It's a skill I really lack, the ability to focus on what is happening here and now. It is indeed difficult to accept this , I, we all really, like to pretend that we are good at everything and admitting our failings is something most of us struggle with. I should really try more to live in the present. I doing something wrong. Right? Shouldn't I be focused on every little good thing here. Won't that make me happy. .......but that isn't really what I'm looking for. I want to be recognized and admired and that isn't happening right now, so maybe I'm not so wrong after all.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Friday

Friday, noun, the day after Thursday and before Saturday

      Isn't it amazing how much work you get on Thursday? It's like they are trying to make up for the weekend. "Oh dear look at that, they won't be dining work for two full days (minus the metric ton of homework we gave them) we really better step up the amount of work they have to do on Thursday. And if that weren't enough we take tests and give presentations all day Friday. Uggggh. Just ugggghhhh.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Alone

Alone, adjective, that feeling you get when it seems like no one knows you exist

       Ever had that feeling when you are in a crowd and no one is listening to you or looking at you and you get this deep feeling of loss? It is a though you have just lost all you friends because they don't see your pain, they are not there at your side when you need them most. You feel so deeply betrayed, yet at the same time you can't speak up because they wouldn't understand anyway.they probably wouldn't listen anyway. You are invisible. Unseen.      Maybe that's just me...