Eleven.

So, I haven't really felt the need to share anything with anyone lately. Through the blog at least. But since I vamped it up a bit, I felt like it was only right that I added a new post.

So, Halloween. Do you "celebrate" it? I don't like saying "celebrate", because of where it originated. Being associated with the occult isn't very high on my to-do list. >_> But I do enjoy a good scare and some new cavities. ^_^ I've never been a very big fan of scary stuff. Not like horror movie scary stuff at least. But since my little visit to Eastern State Penitentiary, I've been rather excited. Maybe that's just because I'm getting into the mood of Halloween, but it was just very... exhilerating. I felt scared like I'd never felt before, and brave at the same time for being able to continue. Maybe that sounds kind of cheesy or something. Bleh. I'm just kind of typing right now, so this probably isn't very interesting.

Bugger. I just pushed the post button and deleted the other half of my post. O_O Ah, oh well. I forget what I was thinking... I've got a costume! It was inspired by the Penitentiary. That'll give you a good hint. I've actually been very interesting in Prison and Corrections recently. Recently being for two years, but still. Usually those kinds of things just wear off, but not this time. Maybe that's good? Hm. Well, it's getting late, I need to do mah homework... and this was my worst post evaah!

Maybe I can leave you with an interesting tid-bit.

Eh... ummm... hrrmmm...

Nope, I got nothing. But that took up a little more space. G'night.

10: Odd Days Both Ways

I don't know where to start with this one. It's blogs like this that I'm glad that my group of followers is small. I've learned more about myself recently. I'm a phlegmatic, for one. I mean, how else can you explain my lack of conflict with others? At least a self proclaimed one. I've also learned that you can make judgments about people without condemning them. I think this is very important. I think my natural curiosity and desire to learn about people and why they are the way they are is one of the reasons I want to join the BAU. Plus my insatiable desire for justice. >_>

To get to the point though, I find the lack of tolerance in other people so intense, it can makes me sick. We all have problems, we all have faults. What makes one person worse than another? My ego must be very fuzzy, because people love to pet it. With that said, I still see my own sins and evil habits. I'm not saying I'm humble. I'm far from it. I'm a very proud person, actually. My introversion works to my advantage, I guess. What am I saying? Oh right. I think one of the greatest problems with my generation is the need to be who society expects us to be. This opinion originated from "Do Hard Things", a book I read last summer. I didn't realize what an impact it had on me until I started having thoughts similar to its teaching completely void of inspiration. What I'm saying though is that this general belief in what a teenager is makes us separate into categories and anyone who isn't like us doesn't fit. Even people who have an array of different kinds of friends still do this. If someone's intelligence level is a little lower than yours, it doesn't make you better than them. If someone's not as creative as you, it doesn't make you better than them (one of my own faults). If someone's pain endurance isn't as high as yours, it doesn't make you better than them. It's an elementary idea, but it's so relevant. People seem to forget it so easily.

Nine! *Finally with some inspiration*

I'de been working at the beach for... two weeks? And I was already getting tired of it. It didn't help that I didn't even know how to do half the things I was supposed to. This morning was, to say the least, unpleasant. Our hostess and superintendent had the day off, so it was just me and two other servers fighting off the stifling heat and grumpy pancake eaters. By the end of breakfast, the drowsy, crabby mood had rubbed off on me too. I waddled off to my room to watch some uninspiring movies, doze a little, wake up confused, then head back down for dinner.

Dinner was similar, until a little girl spilled a cup of milk all over the table, floor and her food. It was obvious, but I'd missed it. I wasn't here for myself. I mean, I was making money and everything, but even that was to serve others. And in the long run, God. These people were here to take a break from their everyday life and soak up some of the Spirit. What if my bad attitude was showing? I loved these people. Sweet old scottish story-teller, Bill. Spiffed grandma Barbara. Judah... Jeremiah... whatever that kid's name was. These were now my people, and it was my responsibility to take care of them.

As I sopped up that milk, a little smile cracking on my face. The little girl was upset about it, but soon she fell asleep on her three-sizes-too-big wooden chair. Eventually dinner ended, and I volunteered to sweep the floor (one of the most dreaded jobs, 'cause you gotta' get between each of the chairs and table legs...). It gave me time to process what I'd experienced during dinner. I felt superb. What I was doing now had purpose. It wasn't all for the people, or myself. Doing it for God made it worth while. Every drop of sweat and grain of sand embedded in the knee was important.

Man, if everyone felt this way about working, we'd get so much done! XD