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| Just when I think there's something that's worth doing, I'm thrown a step back. Something as simple as "wigs for kids" has two sides to it. People wearing other people's hair because they're losing their own from chemo treatments? How would that make you feel? Accepting the truth may sound simple, but it's not easy as 1-2-3. Maybe a child would see this as an interesting thing. Just maybe. There's no certainty in my answer to that. Not personally knowing anyone with cancer means I've never gotten a first hand opinion on this issue. I suppose that it is a bit shocking that individuals would feel hurt about this. After the initial surprise, I admit that it makes complete sense. They'd rather just accept reality. If that's the case, then why do people keep doing it? We wouldn't necessarily give up an arm to save another's arm. It's because we lose that arm and don't get it back. So why do we cut our hair and give it to a cause like this? Because we can always grow it back. It's not lost forever.
So this ends my desire and thoughts to donating my hair to wigs for kids. In the end, my lack of consideration outraged someone. That's when I woke up to this reality.
Is "wigs for kids" a worthwhile cause? | | |
| So I wanted to say "bizarre", but I wanted a noun instead of an adjective. So I looked up "bizzarity" to see if it's actually a word. Apparently not. However, it's a word according to Urban Dictionary. The definition provided? A trait that leads others to believe that one is bizzare. Coined by the original Infusion. Reason for the random use of word? 112-year-old Somali man weds 17-year-old girl. That title on any article would be shocking to anyone's eyes. A centenarian wedding a teen! Although the article was brief, it did mention that the groom believed that he had found love with this young lady and that he would be able to give her a love that no one else could, given his age, and I would assume, experience. This is his 6th marriage and I must admit, he's likely quite healthy if he's 112 and able to wed (that's what I hope for the teen's sake anyway).
Is there anything wrong with this situation?
Many of us will stop and think that's disgusting or that it's wrong. There is such a large generation gap between these two. Is she after his money? Is he abusing her trust in him? Does she understand what marriage is? Was it truly consensual? My initial thoughts were exactly that. I admit it. I'm cynical. Then again, there's a tiny voice in my head saying what if it's true love? So I guess I'm not all cynical. There's still a bit of sugar sweet love floating around in my head.
Bizarre. | | |
| I used to be super-involved in elementary school and high school. When I got to university, I stopped doing that as much because my involvements back home were more difficult to stay committed to when I studied out of town. At the same time, the type of extracurricular activities that I took part in were more directed by my friends' influence. I've broken out of that shell since, but it took a while to take that first step. Part of it was comfort. Another part of it had to do with being bound to certain limits. I've since left the cage I built for myself but I've never forgotten it. Sometimes I may complain about certain aspects of my part-time job, but to be honest, it's not bad. I'm lucky to have a job like this because it lets me feel almost first year all over again. It lets me feel what I never opened my eyes to in my own first year. I was so busy making sure that I set up the security system properly on my cage and making sure that I wouldn't get out that I overlooked these things, the very things which I wish I had experienced then. But all in all, if I had not experienced all of that, where would I be now? I wouldn't be what I am now. I probably wouldn't even be studying at this university and that's the truth of it.
So it's a blessing in disguise that I'm able to see it all over again and experience it from another angle all over again. People building up relationships with others, interacting with friends of friends, meeting new people, attending different social events, being a student... Maybe I'm getting old. No. I'm just getting older. I'm simply going through the maturing process. At least, that's what I'm hoping. Knowing what I want and trying to achieve it. Knowing where I want to be and acknowledging that my path won't be an easy one is hitting myself with as much reality as I can. It won't get more real than it will until it actually happens. But I'm positive that everything will work itself out. Even now, I can say that things are unfolding.
Each of us will get where we need to go. Where my confidence comes from? I'm not really sure myself. Maybe it's from him or maybe it's my belief that His own way, God does watch over us and guide us along. He lays down the lesson and we learn from it. As weak as my spirituality is currently, I can say that I still believe in God. I don't know if I can expect myself to be devout, truth be told, but I can say that I'll always have that slanted view from the Catholic in me.
Anyways, I'm definitely looking forward to tomorrow's Trick or Eat session. It's been a while since I did any volunteering for the food bank. Even though I'm not sure if I'll be going to the food bank or not tomorrow, I'll still be helping out for that cause. There's something in me that can't stop myself from getting involved. I know it puts a strain on my time, but in the end, I feel happy for having chosen to do it. It's strange, isn't it?
Life's like that. | | |
| It's been years. Yet someone was able to pick up that there was a difference. That someone left a scar and it's visible. Shocking, really. I didn't even notice anymore. It's already a part of me.
Push forward. rise up. Take up the challenge. There'll be no tomorrow otherwise. Show the world who you are. Show them what you're capable of and that you'll get where you want to go. Don't hide. Don't beat around the bush. Just take it straight up and follow through. | | |
| Is it scarier that I can wipe you out of my life completely or that you don't care if I wipe you out of my life? This is how delicate the thin threads are that tie people together.
and break. Transition into self-reflective stage. I probably can't tell as much as other people can, but I'm definitely no longer the me I was a year ago. I can that I've noticed some changes in myself and in the way I think. To me, they're not necessarily bad. To others, I don't know. It's a part of the growing up process as well as the influence of a loved one. I definitely rely on the people around me a lot and that's something I don't want to keep doing. I see so many people who are more independent than I am and I admire them for it. But what's stopping me from being more independent? I am. I need to take action to show that I can be and that I am. Otherwise, I'll only be comparing with those independent people forever and not truly seeing what I could be. In any case, the point of this is to say that yes, I realize that I've changed. I'm not going to stay the same forever. But the change in me will definitely change things. To be more clear, I'm talking about the way I handle different sorts of situations. There are subtle differences, if not obvious ones.
Now you see, now you don't. | | |
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