“Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.” ~Marcel Proust I looked at her today as if for the first time. She’s wearing the shirt I bought for her the summer before last. When I bought it she was swimming in it, even though it was a child’s small. … Continue reading People Change
Dear Journal, Why haven’t I learned yet just to keep my mouth shut? Maybe that’s the real reason I’ve lost so many friends over the years. They just got tired of listening to me, probably. I mean, I’ve never entertained ideas that I was a quiet person who didn’t speak unless spoken to. That’s not … Continue reading Dear Journal: Shutting Up
The R on my keyboard sticks. In fact, every single time you see an R in this blog post just know that I’ve typed it in repeatedly before it showed up. I’m not quite sure when it started, but it was probably about three weeks ago. It was subtle, too, at first, so that I merely found it mildly annoying. In the beginning. Then it began truly bothering me this past week. With a vengeance.
I thought about prying the key up and trying to figure out what was happening underneath, thought about being the keyboard doctor, but I stopped myself with one very real fear: what would happen if I couldn’t get it to go back on? Then not only would I be without a perfectly working R key, but I would then have also maimed my keyboard to no avail. At least it’s not my space bar.
When it began messing up my Facebook posts and responses, that’s when I knew it was more than just an inconvenience. I mean, it’s Facebook! That’s probably an extension of my anal retentive nature, needing everything to be perfect, and being extremely disappointed when it reveals itself to be different from my ideal. It’s why I’m hardly ever satisfied, even when things go as well as they can possibly go. I’m always looking for that perfect scenario, that fluid R to complete my keyboard.
When I was young it first manifested in my bedroom while I was counting bars on my window. I would sit on my bed and stare through the glass at those thick black bars that made me feel like I was in prison. I counted them over and over again, even though they never changed. There were eight in total, and it eased my mind to have such a solid footing. I knew there were eight, and everyone else who counted would have seen eight as well. It was soothing in its way.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.” -Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr
You know, I’ve heard this phrase nearly my whole life, and it seems like most people use it as a good excuse not to change, not to mix up their world and see what happens. Then they’re the same people who complain that nothing ever happens for them or to them, that their lives are boring and commonplace. If you want an extraordinary life, stop complaining and LIVE. Honestly, things stay the same because you don’t do what you need to do in order to change them. And I’m not denigrating others, just telling it like it is. While I’m at it, I do the same thing sometimes, and when I find myself complaining about the overwhelming sameness I stop in my tracks and ask myself what I’ve been doing to change things up. If the answer is a resounding “NOTHING,” then I go back to the drawing board and, to quote Michael Jackson, “make that change.” Continue reading “Stay the Same?”
“This is your wake-up call. You’re gonna miss it all.” – Phil Collins Often in life, people have what is considered a wake-up call, something that shifts their line of thinking, even though that line of thinking had been going on for a very long time. Sometimes that wake-up call is because someone has achieved … Continue reading The Wake-Up Call
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