Well, two weeks in and I'm still alive. This week starts the actual teaching+studenting <--this is now a word) thing. So, I'm a student, I'm a teacher. Still haven't figured out volunteering at Americana but I'm set for volunteering at church. CG doesn't seem like it'll change but I don't exactly have many nights free so I'll just have to coffee with the ladies.
Grad stuff...will talk about it when I have something to talk about.
Sleep troubles. No surprise there.
Some guy almost ran my mom off the road on the freeway the other day so I'm having these random moments of worrying about her.
Aside from that I just wanted to make note of something that bothers me:
The term "makes me." I mean, if I could speak fast enough I would say "No" before anything ever got out of a person's mouth. No one makes me anything unless they have a gun to my head, and I don't "make" anyone else do anything. For the longest time I used this word and then some very wise person pointed out that our feelings and our actions are our own, we can always control them. It was revolutionary for me. So, you don't "make" me mad, I become mad when you're an asshole. And, if I don't shut up, and you go and kill someone because you got so angry, I didn't make you kill anyone, I'm not responsible for their death, you're a homicidal psycho who chose to take life for a really trivial reason. So, no "make." If there's not a gun or a knife or a someone with a weapon to the head of a loved one there was no force, and with feelings there is never force. Manipulation, coercion maybe, goading, but never force. We choose what we feel. I choose what I feel.
Ah, well, that's about it.
Ta!
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