Why is it that my reflection is upside down on the inside of the spoon, yet rightside up on the back of the spoon? (I couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation...couldn't wrap my mind around it.)
Today I missed the local Race for the Cure. I've gone for the last three years. I am a little sad at missing this one, even if I would have just walked due to fasting. I walked last year and enjoyed it. I should've walked this year, but I didn't. Here's to next year!
L'Chaim! To life! (Watched "Fiddler on the Roof" again--great times!)
How is it that someone like her can get married, yet I'm still single? How can I be so full of myself? Seriously, get over myself.
Sometimes I look at someone else, examine their lives, their actions. Sometimes I see the selfish person they are. When they talk about their "meddling" parents I realize how important it is in our culture to be selfish. When I hear talk about moving away because of parental suffocation, I know it's selfish. When plans are made, hopes are shared, dreams are dreamt and family is the last to know, it's as if selfishness were a virtue. Sacrifice for parents, now that should be a step closer to God. If we can sacrifice for those who made the greatest sacrifices for us, are we not one step closer to knowing and loving the Creator who made our love and secured this bond? I am not there yet, but feel that it is a step in the right direction. With the right intention, the right path can be taken. Maybe. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I've got it all right.
So I convinced a friend to try online dating. The irony. He went out on a date today. Wonder how that worked out. I'm sure I'll hear about it soon. Ah, the irony.
I really wonder if losing your independence is worth falling in love. Who am I kidding? What independence?
If I were to leave, who would be around to help, not that I'm that much help? Who would eat dinner with them? Who would listen? Who would be the glue the keeps it all together?
My brother's shorts, tied tightly around my waist so they won't fall down, are so comfortable the I think I shall never wear my own clothes again. I can imagine a happy life filled with t-shirts and boys' basketball shorts. Ahh...comfort. I mean, I could gain fifty pounds and these shorts would expand with me. I'd never feel fat, cause I'd be wearing amazing boy shorts. Ahh...so this is love.
Why is it called neapolitan ice cream? And why did they decide vanilla was important enough to include in the carton?
Do I like chocolate or strawberry more? Hmm....just one more bite.
*Two gunshots outside my home right now. I hear the gun going off and never really think anything of it. Yesterday I walked to the store down the street. I haven't walked that way in so long. We used to frequent the little trip two blocks down the road when we were younger. Now, our cars drive us where we need to go. As I walked the distance, I heard the gunshot, close. I didn't think it was a gun. I assumed it was a car backfiring just around the bend. It was a gun. What or who they were shooting is unclear to me. If they will get caught or if they were just scaring someone or kids with too much free time, will remain a mystery to me. But being so close to such violence, however unreal it still is in my world, is a little unreal. I almost walked around that fenced off area, but didn't. I almost became a witness. I'm not afraid of being a victim, but don't know what I'd do if I were a witness. A helpless witness. *
Definitely chocolate....no, strawberry. Just another bite? :)
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