I woke up this morning in a tank top and booty shorts, seeing the sunlight stream through my blinds(eww, I wish I had curtains), and hearing birds chirp outside and I felt pretty dang good. And then I saw the snow outside and it was like someone just told me that unicorns existed. Snow? During the summer?
Wait....It's not summer....RAWR...
I hate how certain things triggers the season my world is in. Birds chirping+sunlight+not cold= SUMMER! But yet, I've had more than several mornings during the winter where birds are chirping, my house is warm, and sunlight is dancing on my walls.
Rain means spring. Wind means autumn. Bitter air means winter. It's terrible. I get so confused on more occasions than necessary. Pooh.
On more arts and craft news, I'm learning to crochet! My one objective? To make amigurumi. Heh.
Smile!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Making the World A Nicer Place: Parents
Parents fight. It's a fact of life. And yet, why does it bother the kids so much?
Because the parents fight the wrong way. A "good" parent wouldn't let young children watch a frightning scene on TV, an yet, they let all h-e-double hockey sticks loose when they fight. There must be something wrong if Mommy and Daddy are being extra mean, right?
As kids get older, they find ways to make the fighting stop. Plug in earphones and listen to music at the highest volume. Go outside. Try and stop the fighting themself. What do I do? I think the older I get, the easier it is to stop caring. I just listen to my iPod on a volume setting high enough that I can zone out my parents, but still able to hear what they're saying. But, my brother, on the other hand, charges in head first, trying to get them to shut up. Plan A: Cry so that they feel bad. (He's blessed w/ the ability to cry whenever he wants...-___-) Plan B: Get one of them mad at him so they forget the other problems Plan C: Join the argument (yeah...)
How sad is it that children have to interfere?
I know that fighting is unavoidable. Friends fight, siblings fight, parents fight. It's a way of life! But, for some reason, fights between siblings, co workers, not so close friends, are always less extreme than than fights between parents and friends. Maybe it's because they're already so close to each other. (And siblings are meant to argue, so they don't count.) And they're not afraid to hold back. So they leash out their worst insults, bring back that big blackmail they promised to never tell. What if...you did hold back? Think a little before you say something? When I fight w/ my brother, the worst word I use is "stupid" because I'm afraid that he'll take what I'll say to heart (which I know he wont, but just in case). So, maybe if you decide that the person you're arguing with may spiral into depression if you say something that hit too close to home, you'll hold back a little? But of course, you're still looking for something that'll silence them....Just not tooo close to home.
Well, I wrote this last week when my parents were actually fighting...for about an hour...and then they got over it. But I waited a week to make sure this didn't sound stupid. Sorry if it still does... ^.^'
Well, What's happening in my life right now? There's a Sadie Hawkins dance coming up at my school...I don't think anyone's going...
Well...That's...it?
Smile! (imagine all the guys waiting for the girls to ask them...seeing how most girls are boycotting the dance...heheh)
Because the parents fight the wrong way. A "good" parent wouldn't let young children watch a frightning scene on TV, an yet, they let all h-e-double hockey sticks loose when they fight. There must be something wrong if Mommy and Daddy are being extra mean, right?
As kids get older, they find ways to make the fighting stop. Plug in earphones and listen to music at the highest volume. Go outside. Try and stop the fighting themself. What do I do? I think the older I get, the easier it is to stop caring. I just listen to my iPod on a volume setting high enough that I can zone out my parents, but still able to hear what they're saying. But, my brother, on the other hand, charges in head first, trying to get them to shut up. Plan A: Cry so that they feel bad. (He's blessed w/ the ability to cry whenever he wants...-___-) Plan B: Get one of them mad at him so they forget the other problems Plan C: Join the argument (yeah...)
How sad is it that children have to interfere?
I know that fighting is unavoidable. Friends fight, siblings fight, parents fight. It's a way of life! But, for some reason, fights between siblings, co workers, not so close friends, are always less extreme than than fights between parents and friends. Maybe it's because they're already so close to each other. (And siblings are meant to argue, so they don't count.) And they're not afraid to hold back. So they leash out their worst insults, bring back that big blackmail they promised to never tell. What if...you did hold back? Think a little before you say something? When I fight w/ my brother, the worst word I use is "stupid" because I'm afraid that he'll take what I'll say to heart (which I know he wont, but just in case). So, maybe if you decide that the person you're arguing with may spiral into depression if you say something that hit too close to home, you'll hold back a little? But of course, you're still looking for something that'll silence them....Just not tooo close to home.
Well, I wrote this last week when my parents were actually fighting...for about an hour...and then they got over it. But I waited a week to make sure this didn't sound stupid. Sorry if it still does... ^.^'
Well, What's happening in my life right now? There's a Sadie Hawkins dance coming up at my school...I don't think anyone's going...
Well...That's...it?
Smile! (imagine all the guys waiting for the girls to ask them...seeing how most girls are boycotting the dance...heheh)
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