To Lay Into or Not...

If I really let go,I I would lay into everyone that knowingly disrupted life and dismissed their actions as if it never happened, and them the sh!t would hit the fan because those people already probably have some type of animosity towards the world and bothering them about a dismissed whatever would probably only piss them off more... And pissing people off hardly ever ends well. I bring this up because I saw two completely different people (teenage female - maybe 20 years old and 40's somethings male) drop the subscription slips out of a magazine and not pick them up. The man kicked hid under the bookshelf and the girl looked at them and laughed. Again, this did not occur at the same time. As I sat there watching, I thought, what tells us that we shouldn't correct something that we have wronged? Then I had to address the topic of right versus wrong. Is it wrong to leave it even if you put it there? Is it right to pick it up just because you dropped it?

It's tough though because people use so many different objects, religions, and/or environments among other things to help them shape what they view as right or wrong. But...Isn't there still a consensus about property that isn't yours in a place that doesn't belong to you? I think so. I mean seriously... how much trouble is it to pick up something that you dropped? I know the subscription dropping may seem petty, but look around... people are disturbing things everywhere for no reason and no one cares. Coke in the Pepsi row at gas stations, cold items in non cold sections at the grocery store, Vogue on top of US Weekly, Butter on the counter at the self serve station at the theater, syrup on the outside of the container at IHOP.


Are we lazy or just dirty? I'm not sure I can an answer for those two people or anyone else for that matter, but it is utterly ridiculous that thix type of behavior exist. Why am I pubished (walking out of the bathroom with tissue stuck to my shoe) because you decided not to clean up your mess?

I do my best to put things back the way I found them or at least leave the items in an organized chaos.

The two people today got to me, but I think it has always bothered me. Now don't get me wrong... everything about me is not spotless. I don't expect everyone else to be either, but I think common decency obligates you to right what you've wronged.

To Run or Not...

If I really let go, I would run from this office, and them the sh!t would hit the fan shortly after I got home and realized the pain was still there. I am currently sitting in the lobby and they have sealed my date by telling me that I need to get the 3 remaining wisdom teeth pulled especially the one in pain. They warned me of all the possible law breaks, permanent nerve damage, dry sockets, and lack of true nourishment that may occur over the next couple of days. What the crap? So, i'm sitting here waiting on my good friend Alan to come sit here while they put me under and them drive me home after i will have to abandon my car, but i'm sure my lovely friends will pick it up. I just signed the death contract, otherwise known as the consent to do oral surgery. I'm going to pray to my God and try to call my mom. I Will talk to you all on the flip side. Oh, nothing but happy thoughts!

To Sit In or Not...

If I really let go, I would sit in borders at closing time as if I didn't hear them, and then the sh!t would hit the fan because there would be multiple angry people that were ready to go the moment they came to work that would be more than willing to clobber me for ignoring them. Here are some of the reasons that I would do this.

1. Borders is my go to place. It should be open whenever I want to go to it.
2. Places that have books, magazines, coffee, snacks, bathrooms, play areas, free internet, and comfy chairs in one location should always be open.
3. Good conversation should never be stifled by the ticking of the clock.
4. There is always something to be done, and people don't always want to do it at home... Or they may not have the resources to do it.
5. Because I think it should stay open.

#3 is really the reason for this post. I have found myself and others on multiple occasions being shoved out of borders by the unnecessary yelling over the PA system, dimming of lights, stacking of chairs, collecting of used goods by pushy barista's, and miscellaneous noises. I understand that closing time is closing, but what about the wellbeing of the loyal customers that frequent the store for any and everything? Do we not matter? I mean seriously though... There is no reason that I should have to stand outside of borders (comfy chairs inside NOT being sat in) for an hour to not finish a conversation all because the workers wanted to go home. Hire more people... pay them less and keep them longer (JK)... Do something because I need my go to place to be open when I want to go to it.

Since I'm not letting go, I'm going to continue getting my crap and standing outside, or just stop talking to people... Is that what you want Borders executives? To destroy the human race by discouraging late night processing.

SN: Tooth extraction tomorrow... Cross your fingers that I don't fight the dentist for sticking me with needles.

~Reel Moments~

Look Who's Talking

Mikey: Help, Help! Burp me before I explode.

To Cut Off or Not...

If I really let go, I would cut my cell phone service off in order to really enjoy this newfound freedom, and them sh!t would hit the fan because people couldn't get in touch with and and vice versa. Well, that is most likely not true.

I had a conversation today about being connected to cell phones. How we look at it even when it isn'tt screaming at us with whatever musical tone we have assigned to a specific caller or action. How we text insignificant statements while driving. How we have out entire lives (email, calendar, photos of loved ones, have mail, entertainment for when we're bored, etc.) packed into this tiny metal device. How we sleep with it so close to us as if it is the one thing that will save our lives if we had to get to one thing to protect us.

We give so much power to something that is being controlled by massive amounts of words and symbols. Is that really how we choose to live? I have been without my cell on a few occasions due to lack of funding or forgetfulness (not paying the bill), and I'll be darn, I've survived. It gave me the chance to be creative when I really needed to get in touch with someone. Yeah, sometimes it didn't work, but those are the times that I probably just didn't try hard enough. Did I really need anything? Maybe to not be bored ( or lonely) for that period of time, but probably nothing truly important. I know that when my cell is on that I am always...hmm... Connected. I can call someone for anything and i'm ok even if they don't pick up. I guess because I know that they will eventually return my call either via text, internet, or phone. On the flip side, when my cell is off, I feel detached from the world. I Feel as if the 2nd i'm on longer connected, everyone is doing something exciting and i'm missing it all. Okay, maybe that is a bit dramatic, but there is some truth to it. I wonder what everyone is doing? I become the most important person in the world from my perspective because I know for a fact that everyone is wonderign what I'm doing (ok, dramatic again)... In reality, people know me and they know that my phone is liable to get cut off for whatever reason and if they wanted to find me they could in 1 of about 3 places... maybe more on special days. Life will continue the same way it had prior to having your cell phone cut off unless you made some drastic changes right before it got cut off.

(Excuse the how come - That's what I felt like writing) How come we don't send written letters anymore? Don'tthey mean just a little more than an email? How come we have full conversations via text? Is it not polite to call? How come we send happy Birthday messages through facebook from our cells? Why are we allowing the middle man to control who gets it, when they get it, and how they get it?

It's really interesting for sure. Seeing as though I have written this post from my crappy cell, I'm obviously not letting go, but it is something to think about.

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Letters to Juliet

Amanda: There is a place where the heartbroken leave notes asking Juliet for her help. It was there I discovered a letter that changed my life forever.

Preoccupied

I have been watching 24 all day and my mind is preoccupied with nuclear bombs, crooked cops, love affairs, child abuse, and terrorists. I can't seem to come up with any other thoughts. I'm on season 2 and watching 5:00 - 6:00. It has become am obsession. I'm not sure if I truly like the show or if I just need to know what happens in the end. I think that is something I have an issue with. I like to know what happens if, next, or in the end. Something I will work through at a later time. Right now, I will un-pause this episode and see what happens. We will hopefully be back to the basics tomorrow.

~Reel Moments~

24

Jack Bauer: You screw with me now and we both die. Do you understand me?

To Host or Not...

If I really let go, I would have people over to my house more, and then the sh!t would hit the fan. Well maybe not, but here is why I felt this was blog worthy. In the almost 2 year in Tally, i can count on one hand how many times I have had people over to my place. It is 5 in case you are wondering. End me the year christmas dinner (work related ), family for 4th of july, once when people were picking me up to go somewhere, once when I had to relocate some items in a hurry, and the moving men when I moved from my first apt to my sweet little home I live in now. Truth is, I have never a been the company having type. I like to be home sometimes, but I like to go out more. I have no problem hanging at homes that don't belong to me. IDK, you can only experirnce so much in your own home.

Hmm.. I just lied. I had quite a bit of company in undergrad and grad school. Parties, wii sports competitions (when it first came out), kidnappings, holiday dinners, sorority events, TV show viewing parties (I have a friend that was on I Love New York), counseling sessions, and so much more. Man, I had a crapload of company now that I think about it.

Hmm... I'm sure I could come up some reasons as to why I haven`t had more company in the last 2 years. I worked to much, place is too small, it isn't clean, it isn't decorated like I want it, and many many more reasons. Are those truly valid reasons though? I think not. Oh, at one point I only had a 13 inch (it did what I needed it to do), and about 5 or 6 people wanted to play rock band. Now that just wasn't going to work now, was it? (smile) I think letting people into your home is saying I am letting you into my heart and my life. You can tell so much about people by what is in their place. Do they care about family? What are their hobbies? Are they keeping any secrets? What are their aspirations? Do they take care of themselves? Do they eat standing up in the kitchen? TV or books?

The hard thing about letting people in (your home) is that you can't really do it a little or a lot. It is all or nothing. Yes, you can close doors, but doesn't that say something too? There are people in my life that vary when it comes to letting people in. Some always suggest going out. Some always suggest coming over. Some do a little of both. Where do you stand and what does that say about you?

Since I'm not letting go, I'm shooting for at least one more guest appearance inside my house before the year comes to an end

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Save the Last Dance

Sara: Do you want to see my room?
Derek: Um, yeah
Sara: This is it. I sleep on the couch.

To Bust or Not...

If I were to really let go, I would bust a whole in my living room wall that I unfortunately share with a neighbor in order to tell him to slop playing the same notes on that freaking keyboard all night, and then the sh!t would hit the fan. Reasons... I'm renting, I don't know how to patch up a wall, I would have to have to look at my neighbor everytime I went in the living room, i'm pretty sure he would be pretty pissed for knocking a hole in his wall, he may be crazy, and i'm renting. For real though, he plays the same tunes over and over and over again. It isn't extremely loud, but def loud enough to irritate me. I would even be ok if he only did it in the daytime, but it is freaking after 11. I have taken my ny quil and my eyes are starting to drift...and then I hear... doom doom doom da da...doom doom doom da da... over and over again.

Now I know I have contributed to some late night noise during social time at Kelly's, Mer's, and Amber's, but at least it was during some type of celebration or something. This guy just plays. Granted, I don't know what he does for a living, but he surely can't be making money off what he is currently playing.

The noise has taken a hopeful turn for the better... TV. So, I am off in hopes of falling asleep in less than 5 min and sleeping a little late tomorrow.

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Music and Lyrics

Alex Fletcher: The few syllables you got out were absolutely devastating.