That was the reply I got when I asked a dad at school what had happened to his eye. It was a real shiner! Knowing his wife, I knew this was just a line. He laughed loudly and I laughed along. At which point I’m left with a choice. Do I call him on it? You know, ask him what really happened, check he’s ok and all that kindly nurturing stuff that is like second nature to me.
Or do I accept that he doesn’t want to talk about it and move on? I’m the queen of authenticity. There’s nothing I detest much more than when people feel compelled to put a brave face on stuff. Openness and being real is just so much more honest and healthy isn’t it?
But. That’s my choice. Just because I’d rather everyone was honest about stuff doesn’t mean that others have to agree with me does it? So how do I balance my wants with what this other person would prefer to have happened? Continue reading
First of all, Happy New Year to everyone. One of the biggest lessons in my life right now is the concept of bio-individuality.
In other words, what is right for YOU won’t be right for the person standing next to you and vice versa.
Are they wrong? Why are there so many opposing theories? It’s because they are all right (personal ethics aside)! Doesn’t matter what test (or no test) you choose to decide about your future career. The key is that most of these lifestyles are based on real situations and that is why they work.
I spent a lot of time thinking one way of being productive (whatever it was at the time) was the right way. “Finally I found all that I’ve been searching for,” I would think. I would follow it diligently, feel great, then feel like crap, berating myself along the way if I “fell off” because surely it was my lack of willpower that was the problem. Wrong!
Two teenage girls, naive and excited, climbed into the back of an ugly green van (affectionately called “The Sweet Pickle Bus”) with 6 teenage boys, not once considering the potential danger. This was about love, or their conception of it, which did not include “News at 11″ type headlines. Fortunately, these were nice boys. Relatively speaking.
One girl was on a “date”, the other one was me. My not-so-secret crush was in that van and it was my intent to steal him away from his rather pretty girlfriend. Not schooled in the art of flirting, I had no idea how to do this. I simply trusted Fate to do its work. Fate did not disappoint.
Seated in the passenger side of the careening Sweet Pickle Bus (it careened everywhere it went), was the most annoying guy I had ever met. He insisted on speaking with a fake Scottish accent and playing “Today” by Smashing Pumpkins ad nauseam. I’d seen him in school–tall, hulking, shaved head, brown corduroy jacket, dark-colored chucks–and thought him the quiet and brooding type. So much for first impressions. He was loud and obnoxious. I turned my attention to my crush, willing him to love me with my penetrating stare. He didn’t even look at me.
I was thinking about how many times I ask you guys questions at the end of my blog entries, and I get a feel of who my visitors are and such. But.. I know you, but do you know me? I decided to give you guys a chance to ask me anything you want. The first 21 questions asked I will answer in my next entry.
I rather not hear the typical “whats your favorite color” questions, but something more personal or perhaps related to web and graphic design. Anything really, just make your questions original.