Apparently, I have an enemy and its name is Wednesday. Yes, folks, Wednesday. Here are some ways I knew that this particular Wednesday had it out for me:
-While preparing for my morning run, my iPod completely died. No music = no inspiration to run. So I walked for 30 minutes instead. In silence.
-When I got to work, I was extremely scattered. I eventually found the right keys to get to the back part of the building. However, once in said part, I forgot why I was there. Eventually, I remembered: to get coffee and make copies. On my second trip to "the back," a coworker called me Mary Jane. :P
-While home for lunch, I went to the bathroom. My cat walked in and peed on my bathmat!! (This is the second time he's done that... grrr...) No more of my bathroom for Mr. Neurotic Little Kittyman.
-Upon arriving at work, I saw some cars in the parking lot with those "Support our troops" magnets. I realized I hadn't noticed mine in a while, so I went to the back of my car to find my magnet. It's missing!!! Someone took my "Bless the World" magnet!!! :( There was a picture of it on my first entry here. :(
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Ok, a new train of thought... There seems to be a trend in movies and books where a kid, with no special skills or abilities, somehow has something magical happen to him/her. I can't help but wonder: are we all kind of hoping that, through no fault of our own, we become something better than what we are? The message in these media is clear: have a good heart, and something amazing and magical will happen to you. I can't help but wonder...
I had an interesting T.A. at Ohio State when I was a wee college student. This man pushed me to write better, but was a total jackass in the process. He'd go off on tirades all the time about seemingly useless stuff. He was particularly perturbed by "Forrest Gump." He felt that no one, by sheer virtue of being a good person, could lead the life Forrest did. He (the T.A.) was enraged by the notion that by doing absolutely nothing extraordinary, one could have an extraordinary life. ("What's the point of working hard, then," he'd bemoan. Maybe he was just having a grad-school-life-crisis.) However, this T.A. was incredibly smart, and I did my best academic writing EVER... in that class. Go figure.
Hokay. I think that's about it for now... Wednesday craziness: check. Good-person/good-life dilemma: check. Peace out, children.
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The flipside of that is that there's so much out there, that kids are viewing, that is so NEGATIVE that I kinda like seeing those "happily ever after" stories, even though they might be unrealistic. I think that kids view and deal with so much in their daily lives that weigh them down, that they need some of the overly optimistic stuff to balance out the scales.
As an adult, too, I sometimes like something that just makes me feel good. Everybody likes to happy and believe that there's good out there, even if we know that it's not the whole story.
So if you'd asked my opinion... that's what I'd have said ;)
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