Suprise Sixteen: Sudden Inspiration

Second post in one evening? That's unethical, er, something.

So, I've been struck by sudden inspiration while bagging grapes. I often confuse digestive problems with emotionality, so it's quite possible that I'll get half way through this post and realise I just needed to use the bathroom, not express myself.

(As I am working on lunches for the guest tomorrow I am sitting there writing the same thing over again. As I notice my coworker typing on my computer wondering what is he doing? Adding a random part to this blog 'which you just read and is now ending now.).

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bwhahaha dancing kirby! For those of you who do not know who kirby is he is awesome and you should know who he is. Have a nice day

From: ****'s CoWorker (HOW DARE YOU USE MY NAME ONLINE.) *serious face from SmidgenWriter* (and you have terrible grammar.)

Sorry 'bout that, folks. Back to your usual, scheduled program.

It's easy to love, and it's not all that hard to love hating, but, at least I find, it's very difficult to love loving. I'm sure most have been in this position before, or something close to it; feeling strong emotions for those who can't or don't reciprocate. It hurts like anything. It makes you hate to love. It makes you wish it never happened. But can it be helped? I don't know, which is probably not the answer you were looking for. I'm not sure I know what love really is at this point in my life, but from everything I've learned, and felt, it can either be the most wonderful, or the most painful thing.

A fantastic goal is just to always see love in a good light. Recognise the emotions you have for what they are. Appreciate the things that are endearing or beautiful about the one you love, and tuck the rest in your back pocket until you think you can bear to deal with them again. If the thing that you love most about your love is their love and dedication to God, then learn from it. Cherish that quality and add it to yourself, or continue to seek out people with that characteristic. At least, that's what I think would be the best thing to do. If it works or not... I have no clue. I myself am still working on it. =/

Interactive time! Do you have life experience with such things? Would you like to share? =D I'd like for you to share, so comment!

Now I'm going to bed. -__o G'night mah peeps.

Posteh FIFTEEN!: Yes, I'm Still Alive.

It's been a while, but I hope you don't think I've stopped loving you, my invisible reader(s). It's been a very... interesting past couple months. A lot of fantasticalable and horrificable things have happened. Probably none of which you will ever know. Mwahahaha. I felt a sudden urge today to revive my lost blog (because facebook updates are never enough).

First, I must semi-anonymously give praise to a couple guests that have come to Seaside Home. Lost Boys, no matter what they say, you are sweet and adorable and it's okay to have fun, even at the expense of the other guests' comfort. Mother that was at table six; I have immense respect for how you deal with your children and keep a good, happy and easy-going attitude all the time. Stanley, if we were an authorised beer distributor, I promise I would give you a free Budweiser. Father at table one, your high tolerance for vomiting children is astounding and praise worthy. Creepy Old Man, please stay away from Lisa. And to all you trouble makers and annoying people; keep going, you make me look good.

Now I feel like I need to say something really insightful to make this post worth it. Here goes....

Stuff/life can get complicated. Actually, it usually is. And a lot of the time, you can't say anything about it. Or maybe that's just me. But I'll assume it's everyone, or at least that it applies to some other being in the world. When you're in that kind of situation when you're like: "You think that's bad? Wait till you hear MY story," think about what it's actually like for the other person. If they haven't experienced worse, then what they do have experience in is bad relative to themselves. They don't mean to belittle your problems, they just don't know of them, and often times, they don't acknowledge the fact that they could exist in the first place. It's kind of cold and selfish of them, but not everyone is as empathetic and has a desire to hear other people's problems... I hope I'm not losing you here. It's all stream of consciousness. I think my paranoia is showing. *covers self with towel*

When I run into that kind of situation, I end up holding a grudge about it. I still remember a pathetic little conversation about lizards that I couldn't participate in for unknown reasons, even though I had the most to contribute since I was the only one who had ever owned a lizard (gecko), let alone seen four die, smell their stench/see meal worms crawl out of their stomachs/bury them. It's an annoying thing and it makes you (well, me) feel like people don't care. But if they didn't know, then that snake was as close a guess as was possible and sensible. *overly dramatic sigh* I'm learning to recognise my own irrationality and forgive people for the things they didn't do wrong. Yay for meh!

I have no idea if that's a normal amount for a post or not, but I drank two iced coffees in the past hour and really need to pee. Thanks for reading Mom, imaginary friends and any real people that might stumble upon this and find it interesting enough to get this far.

I bid ye all adieu!