Is Anything Real?

Lately, I have been plagued by the feeling of disbelief that things exist--that they’re real.

I used to just have this feeling rarely when I would look in the mirror and realize how strange it is that I exist. Thoughts would stream through my mind: how in the world do people recognize me?--what do I look like to others?--am I really here?
It’s like I would realize that I’m not just observing the world.
...I’m not the narrator.
But, now... It happens all the time, not just about myself, either.

 I remember I went shopping with my mother during the summer and... I looked at her face. And it felt like I had never really looked at her face before. And, it felt strange that I was with her. That she was real.
An incredible sadness overcame me.

I realized I knew nothing--compared to how much she knew--about her. I’ll never...she her childhood. I’ll never truly know who
she is.

Is she real?

 Also, lately, with Wesley... I often find myself staring at him and just...having to convince myself he’s real. Does he exist? Is he here?

Is anything around me real?

I look around my classroom...it’s weird that there is such an environment like this. It’s weird that I’m here.
People moving around seems so out of place.
How everyone thinks... Just like I can.

Today. Feels weird.
The fact that there is a today. The fact that I’m here.
 Is this real?


I used the word “plagued” because... It’s such a terrible feeling.
Overthinking about this... It hinders me from feeling happy, being young, having fun, loving people around me, and just overall thinking.

 I’m not sure you understand how much it takes for me to force myself to ignore the weird feeling and just enjoy Wesley’s company--just be happy with who I am--just...be able to be
quiet...

 I constantly busy myself...I’m actually happy that I have homework!
 --That’s messed up!

The only way I can deal with it is by praying. Praying that I continue to love. Because it’s hard to just love when...everything isn’t real. And I pray that the feeling goes away.
It helps.

But, as soon as I think about it again, it comes back.
It’s really... bothersome.
Up and down, up and down. It’s like I’m feeling depressed without any rational reason why.

I have a great life.

I don’t understand myself. And, I struggle with feeling a certain way when I know it’s not true.

...Let’s have adventures. Let’s paint a picture. Let’s dance. Let’s talk about moving to a different country. Let’s be goofy. Let’s take pictures of clouds. Let’s drive someplace.

I want to feel alive.
I want to accomplish something.
I want to ignore this plague of thoughts.

Because. They’re useless and obstructive...

So, let's continue to smile and laugh together.

"Online" Art.

I enjoy having a tablet. It makes drawing on the computer so much easier since I'm "left-handed" in writing. (Technically, I'm mixed-handed. Which is so wonderful.) So, I found this online program which is really cool, like literally drawing with art supplies on the computer. Just been toying around with it.

Enjoy.






I've always liked drawing this Heart Vine spiralling around the column. I usually use brown paper and use ink and chalk.




I... guess, this is Wesley's eye. It just popped in my head when I was thinking of something to draw. :)

Wellll... it's late. So, I'll probably put more up here later. For now, this is it.

:]

Just Two Kingdom Workers Holding Hands.

I went to a baseball game today with my parents and their life group. And, I brought my boyfriend along-- ...
...
That... still sounds weird to me. Boyfriend. Hahaha... no offense... But, really. The titles "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" seem so... so... childish..? Haha, is that silly that I think that?
I mean... he's my best friend...
And it just feels so natural to be next to him. Like, we've always been..?
It's strange. Maybe I just don't like the titles.

Anyway-! Baseball game. Really fun. But... Expensive food. And I was soooo unusually piggy today! Even before the game.
Like, I scarfed down Chinese food before we went because I knew it was expensive. And, I don't know... I felt like I could've ate like 3 cheeseburgers if they weren't $7 a piece--and the fact that I wanted delicious funnel cake... And a drink... And a pretzel...

Wesley and I got the big "all-you-can-drink" cups that have free refills--$10!
...It was worth it, though... We just chugged and chugged! Gosh. I think we got around 6 refills. Hahaha!

And, we got some seats really close to the front and right where the protective net ends...... That made me kinda nervous.
Wesley scoffed at my worries: "It doesn't come over here. It goes over that way." He pointed farther down.
Game starts.
Not even 5ish batters later-! WHOOOOOOSH!! Over our heads.
Sure, Wesley, sure...

The small space of the seats and being surrounded by people on all sides made Wesley feel a little confined.
And, it just felt like we had to sit quietly because of being closed in. So, we walked around a bit and went farther out and higher up where everyone was much more spaced out.
And, we talked.
It was really nice. Just, about things that were bothering us and things that happened in the past. It's really nice how much we think alike. Almost in a scary way. Hahaha!
And, we got to watch the game easier, being able to see the field more.

There came a point where Wesley was talking about a career in ice skating, possibly. (Which would be so awesome. He's really talented!)
And, it got me thinking. What am I going to do?

Well, it should be more like, Why aren't I doing it?
Because. I already know what I want to do. What I've always felt lead to do.

Writing.

I don't need a college degree to do this. Gosh. I should be doing this right now when I'm so free! While I don't have to have a job to pay bills or buy food for myself!

And I've realized why all my works have eventually become "unfinishables." They had no purpose.
No "The moral of the story is..."
Nothing that... means anything.

And, I know that now. So I want to find the right thing to start.

And, in the car ride home, as Wesley slowly drifted to sleep...(hehehe!) I thought about maybe I should do children's books right now. I could illustrate, too! And, it has a lesson. Something subconsciously teaching children. Writing and drawing. What I love to do...

And, using the gifts God gave me...

For something that's actually going to make a difference in someone's life!

It's so amazing. So great.

You see... My zeal for wanting to make a difference hasn't faded from MOVE!

I'm reminded every week. Sitting next to Wesley, Sunday morning, listening to what God wants us to hear...
It's so very empowering.

It's so great that God sent me Wesley. And he wants to make a difference too.

I know... that... people worry about me and don't want me to "rely" on him too much... Because, you don't want me to get hurt. I love you. Thank you so much for your care.

But, this isn't a bad thing. Trust me.

It's just two Kingdom Workers holding hands.

The Idea of Getting Rid of Junk.

Right now, I have a bag of frozen mixed vegetables strapped to my neck with my blankie so I can type without having to hold it up.
Hahaha, yeah. My neck has been killing me for a couple days. Yesterday, it was, "Oh. I'm a little sore...?"
And this morning I woke up from the pain and couldn't move for a few minutes and groaned, "Uuuuugghhhh..." and felt like crying...
It's like a have some knots on my neck but also my glands are swollen up, like when you get a sore throat, but except my throat isn't really hurting so it's kinda strange.
Mom says I must be fighting something off. Go immunity system! Please! Sick in summer?--Not fun.

And, I've been feeling so creative lately. I want to paint. I want to write. I want to clean-- huh? QUE?! Clean?! Whitney!? ..you say? Yeah. Clean. But not like "Let's organize!" Bleh. Or even, "Let's dust and make my room pretty!" Yeah--no.

I was telling Wesley about this and I kinda want him to help me.
But, I had been thinking about what was said at MOVE 2010. They used the story of the Israelites following God in the desert.
That they would set up camp and they wouldn't know if they were going to stay there only one night or several weeks so, they wouldn't set up fancy tents and have a ton of stuff because then they wouldn't have time to pack up immediately and go where God lead them. And at the conference, they said that today, we all keep ourselves "packed-down" with worldly possessions.
If God wanted us to move someplace to do his work, we wouldn't be able to act because of all the junk we have.
So, I've actually had this on my mind throughout this past year.
And, last week my grandma and mom were talking about these big houses that we can't believe people live in.
My grandma said she wouldn't want someplace that big but she'd want something bigger then she has now.
I don't remember what my mom had commented...
But, I chimed in that I wouldn't want to live in a big house at all and that I'd want a pretty small place.
And Mom...scoffed and almost mockingly remarked, "Oh yeah? Where are you going to put all your junk?"
It... irked me.
I replied, "I won't have any."
She laughed the laugh of "Yeeeah, right." And they mumbled something to themselves that I should get rid of the junk I have now.

It kinda struck me because I guess I never considered taking all the stuff in my room with me when I left...

And... ugh... I'd write more... But, I'm gonna wrap this up. I really don't feel well...

I want to get rid of my junk... Go through it all and throw things away or give it away...

So, yeah... That was anti-climatic.

Sorry... I had so much else to write... Gr.

I'll write soon... Hopefully. May go to the doctor's tomorrow...

Thoughts and Reflections : CIY MOVE.

Wow. I'm back!
I just got back from a youth conference called CIY MOVE that I went with my church's Sr. High.

It’s been... an amazing week.
At the beginning of the trip, I had said my reason for coming was that I wanted to get my brain thinking, I needed some deep thinking to get me rolling. I've been so "dull" lately and... I needed sharpening.

But, I think I got something better...

I didn't go into this week expecting to get "stronger" in my faith, because... I thought I was strong. God had just pulled me out of a storm and I was realizing all these things that He had done for me. I was so incredibly thankful for all for all He'd blessed me with and so happy that He had sent Wesley to me.
Anyway... so I was shocked when I sat in those sessions and I felt so... disconnected.
"What am I doing wrong? I have everything." But, I wasn't full if I couldn't feel God.

And, as the week went by and the growing desire to be passionate about Christ grew--I mean, really, I've felt what it is to be passionate in my faith and it's the most satisfying feeling. Where had it gone?--Anyway, as the desire to be passionate grew, I began just thinking, "Take it all away, Lord. I'd rather be in the storms then have everything and not be with you."
That sounds so...noble, I guess when you read it.

But, I was thinking about my family, how much I'd... miss them if they were suddenly... gone...
And, I feel kinda bad that I'd...let them go...willingly...for God...
Don't get me wrong, I... love my family... SO MUCH. And, I would be so... devastated if any of them got hurt or...anything bad happened to them...
I guess what I'm trying to say is that... it's...just such a strong need for God.

That's around the time I realized that some things that I've always thought, "Why shouldn't I actually do that?" might actually be God putting those things on my heart for a reason.
Well, one of those things I've always known is Writing. Since I was really little--around Kindergarten--I thought God wanted me to be an author.

But, something else I've only slightly thought about is...the option of moving to a different country. Hold on. Don't freak out. Hahaha!
I remember a while back... I think it was on Mother's Day... the family was at Tito's, a Mexican restaurant, and I suddenly mentioned that it was weird that I always felt like it wasn't an option to move to a different country, even though it really is...
Haha, of course, my mother wasn't too pleased with my...realization that it is a possible thing.

And, while I was thinking about this possibility again, and what God could use me for... I realized... something amazing.
And, the idea of it kind of shocked me. I even stopped singing. (my mind feels the most perceptive to what God has to say during singing)

What if... all my problems with being along is really a...gift?

I've mentioned it before in earlier posts that the motif of my life has been loneliness, and I guess that's really a harsh way of putting it. Could that push to always be alone really be a blessing?

I mean, I don't really need people's companies all that much. Again, that sounds bad... I really love friends and I do love hanging out with people.
But, if I connect the dots, I really could...move to a different country.
I'm not as "attached" to people as some are.
It's very...do-able...
This seems like something I would do after college and probably even after I'm married.
I'll pray on it, don't worry. Definitely. :)

But, it would be so nice to get away from all the distractions and laziness that comes with being in all this wealth... I mean, I know I'm very blessed. But, I can live on less..... less money, less technology, less living space, less entertainment, less sleeping time... etc...
I know I get distracted very easily.

And, on a side note, now that I'm home... everything seems so pointless. Facebook statuses that I see. It's almost a "disgust" feeling. Like... Why are we wasting our lives on these pointless squabbles and ramblings? I mean... all of us...work so hard every single day... just to make sure people like us!
It's weird.
It definitely makes me want to not only change my lifestyle but... to make change in others. We're all living so...emptily..? (is that a word? lol)

So, throughout that week, I was thinking about this and about wanting to feel God alot.
It wasn't a "doubting God exists" kinda thing, but more of a "why can't I feel him, personally, with me?"
I didn't keep my doubt to myself, though, like I usually did before. I told Wesley I was struggling with it. He was very supportive. Thank you. :)

And, something randomly that hit me this week, that... frankly I'm having trouble believing... I mean, I always have. And I've talked about this briefly before, I'm sure.
But, I... I've come to realize I'm a pretty vain person. I care way too much about how I look and how people see me.
And. I have real difficulty believing people when they tell me I'm beautiful.
It's... like a lie to me... Not to be mean or anything. It's just difficult to explain.
I mean, I know God doesn't make junk. I... just haven't had much proof through my years from people...
And, I was thinking about this during worship. (See? Vain.) And, I looked up at the ceiling and almost cried, thinking, "God. Do you think I'm beautiful?"
It was almost like I could feel an exasperated sigh from Heaven. Like a "Still don't get it?" kind of sigh.
And, then, I looked at Wesley and I don't know... It was like He said, "I sent you proof. Of course you're beautiful."
I know someone reading this thinks it's cheesy... but... meh to you!

And... I'm going to embarrass Wesley here for a second... because, this surprised me so much... and made me happy.
I think we were walking around and I don't remember what we were talking about but he randomly said, "Earlier... I think when you had gone into the bathroom," he laughed nervously here, "...I was looking around at all the other girls... And... I felt so incredibly lucky."
I just... what? Lucky? ...I was shocked... because... there are some really good-looking girls... I couldn't beleive that he actually said that... and meant it... Gosh... lol... .///.

Anyway. On a much, much more serious note... we (all of CIY) watched this movie called Love Costs Everything. It's about the persecuted church around the world. It was so...incredibly...sad...and terrifying. Throughout it I kept thinking,

"How can someone be so evil?"

...

...evil enough to literally BEAT people to death...

...

...evil enough to rape a wife repeatedly in front of her husband...

...

...evil enough to turn to a small child... whose parents were just murdered before him... and shoot him in the head...just to shut up his crying and screaming...

...

...Gosh. And, my words don't even come close to conveying... this... and... everything... Gosh...


It's so mind-blowing how incredibly evil people can be and how incredibly evil people ARE.
Right this minute.
Murdering whole families just because they won't renounce Christ.
Right this second.

It...breaks my heart...so completely...

But, there was such amazing hope in that movie as well.
Seeing the other side of the spectrum--the incredible love and the extreme passion for Christ that gives people the ability to continue following Jesus each day, despite the danger and the extreme mercy and forgiveness given to persecutors...
That.
...is so much more amazing... so much more shocking... in comparison to the evilness...

It's extraordinary...

It's... God.

Wow. God truly is amazing. He gives Christians strength and hope. And, He can soften the heart of anyone--even ones who are considered the most evil.

Also, during the movie I was thinking about God allowing all of this to take place because... He loves us so much...
He gave us free-will.
He wants everyone to go to Heaven.

It...must break his heart to see his children get tortured and murdered... But he allows it to happen so people don't have to go to Hell.
Isn't that amazing...?

I have a better understanding of how terrible Hell is because of this movie...
It's so absolutely horrifyingly terrible... that God would rather have us go through getting beaten and watching loved ones get beaten to death then for any of us to go to Hell.

Wow...
Do you...understand what I'm saying?

Sooo, anyway, I cried. And cried. And cried.
I did really well, actually; I got through around 3/4ths of the movie without breaking down.
But, there was this story of a man who had such passion for Christ and his wife, the love of his life. While they were riding, motorcycles with extremist Hindus surrounded them. They beat them... he went unconscious and when he awoke in the hospital... He was almost dead... and his wife had been beaten to death while he was unconscious.
He was in such critical condition that...he couldn't even attend her funeral.
And, I just broke down and sobbed.
I was shaking and I could feel Wesley crying beside me.
Then, the man was sobbing on camera, saying, "...the love of my life..."
But, he still prasied God...and continues the ministry of spreading the good news that he and his wife had done that had lead to her death.
It's amazing...

I'm so thankful that Wesley was here and... that he cried with me. Even after the film ended my eyes were puffy and I kept thinking of them and how I wanted to spread the Word so passionately like them. I want what they have... I want to do something.

But, afterward, it was frustrating to watch everyone around us...happy and laughing. I know it could be there way of dealing with it... But... It felt almost insulting...
I know I shouldn't feel that way, but I did.
I was angry... And, I was upset that I was angry.

But, it was a relief that Wesley felt the same. I wasn't alone in feeling so crushed after watching all that.
I couldn't say anything when our Youth Group met and talked. I was so close to just sobbing again and I feared that if I spoke, I would end up not being able to speak through the tears...

Afterward, Wesley and I prayed, then walked up the hills...crying. And, then at the top of the hill we talked to Cheri. And I just sobbed again. Tears were still streaming down Wesley's face.
Cheri was very supportive and said some... very wonderful things. Thank you. :)

It was insane... But, it was good to cry. It was relieving that Wesley cried with me... Thank you.

*cough* Anyway-! It was just a great week. Realizing that...my religion should really be my lifestyle. I think--especially in American culture--we forget that being a Christian is more than just going to Church. I mean. We ARE the Church. "Christian" means following Christ!
I enjoy the name Kingdom Worker. It makes me feel like I've left all the labels and judgements that people put on the word "Christian" because of people who aren't being Christ-like...which is really sad...

And, at the end of MOVE, during the last session, I knew they were going to ask for the three different groups to stand up. The "New Christians", the "Rededicated", and the "Deciding to be Kingdom Workers" groups.
And, I knew I felt called to truly be a Kingdom Worker and put my whole life to use for Christ... But. I didn't want to stand up. I didn't want people to see me stand up and think that I'm just trying to be all "high-and-mighty" and better then everyone else. Gosh. I'm always scared about that.
I hate the spotlight. Haha, I don't like people looking at me...
And as the two groups ahead of me were called and I saw people from our group stand and be prayed for. I... felt like I needed the countability of standing up and showing everyone that... my life was for Christ. I wanted it to be.
I want to make a difference.
I want to set the church on fire.
I want to live for Christ everyday.
So, the guy called for the people who decided to be Kingdom Workers and use their entire lives to stand...
I hesitated for a second. I let go of Wesley's hand. And I stood slowly. And tried not to look around. I didn't want to see their faces. Even if they were smiling. I didn't want to accidently find resentment. I guess that's a silly fear and something I shouldn't worry about.
I mean, I know that I'm being genuine. And, more importantly, God knows.
I must say... it surprised me. Standing there alone.
I was fully expecting Wesley to stand up with me.
He had been so impacted that entire week and I could see the change and the passion that he felt. When he sang, with tears sometimes and with a wide smile stretched across his face as he sang, "Scream it to the mountains-! Go tell it to the masses-! That, he is... God." I could tell that he wanted to be a Kingdom Worker. He wants to make a difference just like me.
But, he hadn't stood up yet. I was frozen up there, staring straight ahead. Feeling uplifted with God's presence and His sense of purpose.
And finally. Wesley stood up. I took his hand happily, tears coming to my eyes.
And, everyone placed their hands on us and were prayed for. It was wonderful.
Later, Wesley told me that he didn't stand up right away because of the same reasons I had had. He didn't want everyone to think, "Oh, he's just standing up because that's his girlfriend." And, finally. He heard God basically say, "Why aren't you up there with her?" And he stood.

... I didn't want MOVE to end. I didn't really want to go home. (haha, sorry...) It's like I wanted to skip this almost "trivialness" and skip straight to making a difference.
I know now that I can definitely make a difference here, in the lives of the people around me. I still get a little frustrated by the meaninglessness of everyday life... And, I'm already adjusting back to my old schedule.
And... I don't like that.
I'm not going to lose this passion for Christ!
It's different now.
I can do this.

Something major I've always knooown that I've needed to do is jump into God's Word more. Jeez, I am terrible about that.
I want to be engaged like some are.
So, I think I'm going to... paint the Bible. Like, read and analyze parts and make a masterpiece out of what it means to me and what I think about.
I'm making Wesley help me.
I want him to be my countability partner and I want to discuss things with him because he can be pretty smart when he wants to be. ;D hahaha.

Life is good. God is good.

I feel like there's so much more I could write about... But, I've pretty much covered all the important stuff.

Thanks, everybody, for a great week. And thank you, reader, for reading this entire thing! (unless you just skimmed through and that makes you a JERK. Hahaha, just kidding!)

God orignially created us in his image...
And now, He's remaking us in Christ's image...

"Therefore, go and make disciples..."

-Matthew 28:19a

The Group Campout Thoughts.

The other night, “the group” had this campout thing. It was so great having pretty much everyone back together. I loved seeing them all, just hanging out, like old times. :)

And... at some point--after the scary stories...gosh, that was freaky--Ty and Brian started talking about this sermon Brian had done for their youth group...
It was about everyone being the body of Christ and when one part suffers, the whole body suffers. Especially when one doesn’t tell others that they’re suffering. It’ll fester and make things worse.
Which, I totally agree with... I’ve seen my own suffering fester underground into something I still can’t seem to let go.

Anyway, Brian told us he said to the youth that they all needed to share their struggles with someone, and they had this amazing time in which a good portion of the youth came up and told their sufferings and struggles...

And, I must say I’ve always wanted that to happen in my youth group... Well, more like I wanted it to happen when I was really hurting and when I seriously needed someone to ask if I was ok. Because I wasn’t. For years.

I don’t know how late it was, but, we were all set on not sleeping, anyway. Hahaha! And, Carissa suggested we do the same: go around and talk about our struggles.
It was actually a great suggestion. Plus, we were already gathered around. :)

Ty started out and... to my surprise... He talked about me, too. He mentioned this video I had made for my last English project, which was on the first blog entry I made on here, actually.

He said that he was proud of me, because everyone graduated and left me. And that I’ve kept with it and put myself out there, getting friends and such.
And. It hit me.
I’ve never been entirely close to Ty--though I think he’s awesome and hilarious! And, that made it strike me more. Man.
It felt... so good for someone to sincerely tell me, “Good job, you’re doing great, Whitney! Keep at it!” Because it’s been hard. Thank you.
And, for him to actually be thinking about me! Wow. Thank you.

It’s easy for me to just sit in the back, being the “baby” of the group and all, and just feel like my life is invisible.
I mean, really. I don’t think I ever shared my troubles with my closest friends even when they were with me at high school--Oh, definitely not you guys’ faults! Gosh. Don’t EVER think that.
That’s my weakness. That’s how I’m messed up.

You guys actually helped me survive my first two years of high school. Thank you.
Well, now that I’m all emotional... I’ll just keep talking. Hahaha.

So, yeah. Mostly everyone did talk. And... I really appreciated them all telling us. I didn’t say much--sorry about that. I was just absorbing it all, listening silently... I love you guys so much! I wish I could erase every trouble. Heal every wound. And smack life in the face, saying, “C’mon! Be nice to them! They’re amazing!”
Seriously. Love. :)

Someone I wished would’ve talked... is Abbey. I worry so much about her. I know there’s something she was thinking about... Something weighing on her heart... I feel like she’s worse than I am, about keeping things locked inside...

I kind of wanted to talk, also. But, it would’ve been mostly past stuff. Because, I’m so very happy right now. Still figuring things out, for sure. But, I feel very content.
And, that’s mostly because of Wesley.

It was actually quite random--becoming great friends with Wesley, that is. He pretty much randomly talked to me on facebook. Commenting on something, I think? I had met him earlier in the school year at Frisbee (when I actually went to that...haha, I’m so lazy.) And, it was nice. Especially since I was a wreck then-- I mean if you’ve read some of my more early posts, you’d understand a bit.
And he gave me his number and we just texted each other randomly-- well, more like he’d text me randomly, I usually forgot to text anyone at that time. And that struck me, also. He’d actually text me first. I mean, really, I usually have to text other people first. He actually wanted to talk to me. Hahaha! :)

And... He was so darn optimistic! Like, it was a “Why not smile?” kind of feel. And he’d always go on about having adventures and shenanigan stuff. Hahaha! Being happy and just loving life even if things don’t go totally the way you want them to.
It was very uplifting. I think he has a gift for making people feel better and feel awesome.
I mean, he told me about this one time he saw a worker at the mall looking depressed and he walked up and asked him if he was ok and that he was awesome. Isn’t that cool?!
Gosh. I could never do that. I’m such a chicken. Hahaha!

I wish I had Wesley’s goofiness and his not-caring-if-people-see-him-being-goofy-ness. Hahaha! He’s awesome--You’re awesome, Wesley. :)

I think I’ll keep him around... just for kicks. ;D

Anyway, the campout was a success. Yeah, I didn’t sleep. Woo! Proud of myself. Thank you, everyone, for being my friend all this time and loving me... I’m so lucky to still have all of you even though you’ve already graduated-- I’m almost done with high school as well!

Don’t wait up.

;)

"This is Water" Thinking.

First off, the reason I haven't written anything on here... in almost two weeks-ish, is because I've been so... happy.
I still have so many thoughts that I could write about... but this happiness just seems to cover up my entire mind.
And, it's such a great thing! :)
I would explain... but it seems waaay too cheesy for me to explain through words on a blog. Hahaha!


Anyway, something that I've been wanting to write about since the first day of exams, which was... a week ago, is this speech we listened to in Creative Writing. Well, more accurately it was a commencement speech.
"This is Water." by David Foster Wallace.
Actually, it would do everyone good to read this:

http://moreintelligentlife.com/story/david-foster-wallace-in-his-own-words

Man. Now I'm not sure if I want to write down what I'm thinking about this. Because, it's going to seem conceited and it's really not!
I'm just... thankful that this concept isn't new to me.
I try to think of other possibilities to things that could irritate me.
Like David mentions:

 "Or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he's trying to get this kid to the hospital, and he's in a bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am: it is actually I who am in HIS way."

I wish everyone could just think this way. Because, it's not going to bother the driver of the Hummer if he cuts you off. You are the only one who's going to get upset. So, why not choose not to be?
Go against your natural "default settings" and think optimistically. Think of people as being good.
It makes you so much more happy.
It definitely keeps me in a better mood.


Another big thing I was thinking when I read this is that this is so difficult. It's not easy.
Especially when you're the only one trying and the only one who understands that this is a good thing to do.
People put me down for trying to put an ideal situation on things.
And it's so sad... and so tiring... for them to snap at me, "Oh shush, 'little miss perfect'"
I'm not perfect. Nor am I trying to appear perfect.
I just want you not to be mad.
Can't you see that I'm trying to help you?
Don't shoot me down.
It's hard enough.


Yeah. So. I hope that made sense. It seemed to come out a little jumbled. Hahaha, thanks for reading.


If you didn't read that speech. You should. And, don't just read it: apply it. It'll make life so much more bearable.
:)