Fearing Hearing
Why?
Freedom of speech.
Do we not all have something to say?
Get it out.
Its about being heard
Do we not all have something to say?
Get it out.
Its about being heard
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Christmas
Christmas is a truly wonderful time of the year, in my opinion. The music, especially traditional Christmas music, is invirgorating. The smell of a Christmas candle really brightens my day. The tree, christmas lights, cookies, movies, all the aspects of Christmas are nice. The feeling of someone receiving a gift (although my bank account does not like the feeling) is really great. There is an unmistakable feeling that comes around with the Christmas season. It is so, so great. I often think though that it would be nice to spread some Christmas cheer throughout the whole year. How nice would it be to give someone a present arbitrarily in the middle of summer and say, "Merry Christmas?"
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Profanity
I was thinking recently, who made a word bad? What gives someone the right to make up a word and call it bad? It seems a little strange. We make words with letters which are little more than symbols in the American language. Who's to say that a combination of symbols is bad? And the sound we make. Who says that the sound we produce with our vocal cords is bad. "Bad words" really are nothing more than a farce. How come we have no good words that we cannot say? It seems strange. I can see how a word might develop with bad connotations to its meaning. We cannot say the word though? We cannot make the sound with our vocal cords? On the other hand, proper social etiquette indicates that the bad words cannot be said in public. That is just the way it is. Just like 2 plus 2 equals four, a word is a bad word. I am sure there are origins for the bad words, however. Profanities are words that are inappropriate and insulting to say but who made it that way? Should there be such as a bad word or good word that cannot be said? I would say a word here but, it is a bad one. There I said it.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
What do you have to say?
What do you have to say today? It could be anything, an experience, your day, classes, stress, happy things, Christmas season... whatever. Sometimes it just helps to talk and know that someone is listening. Today, I studied for an exam and realized that it can be very hard to stay on task. I am easliy distracted. What could be a solution for this? But, even if someone spends an hour studying and 20 minutes being distracted, at least they get 40 minutes to study. I also find myself arbitrarily eating because of boredom while studying. I removed all food from my room and solved the problem.
Monday, December 6, 2010
The good and bad
Toady I noticed something that should not be accepted in modern society. Someone was chewing gum like a cow! Wow. It was really bad and I was actually somewhat insulted. It seems to be proper for one to eat and chew gum with their mouth closed, not gaping open for all to see. I think that in this day in age, people should realize that chewing like a cow is rude and inappropriate in public. The only obvious advantage that I can see might be the strengthening of jaw muscles? There, I got it out and exercised my freedom of speech.
On the positive side, I also experienced a nice thing today. Someone casually said hello to me. I do not know them well but, the gesture made my day brighter. Sometimes, just saying hello or acknowledging someone can make a real difference in their day. It was nice.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Its a good thing
Today, I was driving on a roughly paved, destroyed road. Potholes plagued the road and lines were faint at times. Without even realizing the state of the road on which I was driving, I hit a slight bump and Ahhh. New pavement.
One of the best things is driving on new pavement. The road is smooth. There exist no potholes or bumps. It feels like riding on air. The car is quiet on a paved road. It is so nice to drive on a freshly paved road. The lines are clear. Sometimes, even a smell surrounds the vehicles as they drive. And there it is.
Up ahead, the masters behind the craftsmanship work on the rough road. I am so thankful to the hardworking men as I drive by their toil. It crosses my mind, "how do they make the lumpy asphalt so smooth?" I thank them mentally as I creep by in the traffic. The orange cones caution drivers to the mastery of the hardworking men. Driving on a newly paved road is so... BUMP. Oh! The road it not paved anymore. The sensation lasted for a mere 3 minutes but, driving on a newly paved road is quite the feeling nonetheless. The old road feels and looks sorry as my car roughly drives down the road. But, thank you to all who work on roads.
What is something that is a good thing to you? Maybe it is not driving on new roads but, what could it be? Get it out.
Startling Event
There I was, an innocent boy, doing no wrong. I would be startled.
Our residence is located in a rural area, not urban by any means. At night it is very dark outside. One night, I needed something from the car. I turned on the outside light, and prepared myself to venture into the dark. I ran to the car and opened the door. I entered, glad to survive the 40 foot walk from the house to the car. Suddenly, however, feelings changed. The car started shaking and an animal was banging on the rear window making noise. The interior lights were on so I could not see outside. I was terrified. Is it a bear, I thought. Clueless to the situation, I opened the window slightly and let out a meager yell to attempt scaring the bear away. The shaking and noise continued. "I am going to die," I thought. This is it. I am as good as dead. I could see it in the papers now: Boy eaten by bear in car.
I suddenly heard laughing. The shaking stopped. My dad was hysterical. He had just gotten home from work and took the opportunity to scare the life out of me. The powerful man shook the car and slammed the window to scare me. It worked. The story never escapes a gathering of friends. I still have not gotten him back yet.
Has there ever been a time when you were scared or startled? It helps to get it out and be heard.
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