It didn't take long before the words turned to arguing. She simply stated her point matter of factly, he retorted. The tension grew. Back and forth tearing into each other, taking the words of a friend and using it against each other. She was right, she thought, He was wrong. She was wrong, he was sure of it. Tempers flaring, refusing to listen. It sounded ridiculous. She was speaking frantically now, and he was raising his voice echoing the same line, too frantic to listen to loud to hear. Two different voices saying the same thing in their own way, neither listening to realize it was the same thought. Each trying to get in the last word all talking at once in a hurried way, so much like us...Only at the point when they were speaking so fast they spoke in unison did they realize they were saying the same thing. The piano piped in with an "I-told-you-so" comment and they glared together with their tongues out in spite.

What if "THE FORCE" was used to tickle people into submission rather than choking them?

I HAVE BUGS IN MY FREEZER!

To some this may sound like a strange thing, but to those who know me well, its just another weird thing I do. I left the porch light on tonight so as to attract some prime specimens. When I got home I had a porch full of beetles and moths, I put two beetles in an old koolwhip container the kind we use for our leftovers and put it in the freezer. I was contemplating whether I should mark on the top what's inside. If I label the container "BUGS" mom will for sure find it gross and throw them away. However if I do not label the container it may be mistaken for leftovers. Although bugs can be an excellent source of protein I don't recommend eating them unless you boil them or roast them. Mom's not too into the whole eating bugs. I figure that won't be a huge concern since neither mom or dad are big fans of leftovers. But I labeled the container for my own benefit, so I can easily find them when I need them. You never know when you will need a frozen dead bug!

The "age" of conformity

A friend told me today that I should grow up. I guess I will forgive her because 1) she's my friend, and 2) it was said in ignorance.
I'd like to know what is this growing up business and why it is so imperative that I do it? Maybe I will be non-conformist and not grow up. Or maybe I have been grown up for a long time, or maybe nobody ever really grows up and anyone who thinks they are grown up is stuck in a sad delusion. I mean delusions where you have fun are one thing but why pick something boring like growing up?

Tick tick Tick

Some may think this is about my walk in the woods last week, and the "hitchhikers" I had on me when I returned. However its not.
tick tick tick is the sound of the clock. I used to have several clocks in my room, the non plug in kind that ticked. Everyone else found the ticking annoying. But I liked it. However, the tick reminds us of passing time.
A friend of mine just had a birthday. I am not good with remembering birthdays and the only reason I could remember his was because it was 2 months before mine. So as he turned older(which we do everyday--its not like you age a year in one day) it just reminded me that very soon my birthday will come around. I am not sure whether to be excited or apprehensive. Not that this year is a big milestone, but it seems like it is for me, and I am not sure why.
Maybe because it seems other people my age are getting on with their lives, they are getting married or having kids or going back to school for more education, and me well I am still at home working my job, and I guess that's getting on with my life as well. And I am not trying to complain that I don't have all that stuff going on in my life, I just always thought by this point in my life I would be somewhere different.
Maybe the lack of a serious relationship, the lack of a degree, the lack of permanent residence are all contributing to this feeling. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up and that's scary since technically speaking I should be grown up. I don't have anyone that wants to be in a relationship that is more than just friends, and honestly I am getting tired of just being friends and only that. It makes me feel unwanted. I feel incredibly empty and broken and with nothing to offer to anyone.
I know that maybe I am being self-centered. I always get depressed when I think of myself. Reflection isn't always a bad thing. Maybe it is time to reassess my priorities and redefine my expectations. I don't think I am in a bad spot in my life, just different than I had always thought. I realize there is so much more going on around me, that these things seem kinda piddly in comparison. But this is where I am, and how I feel in case anyone wanted to know.

She is a flower...

Not a rose, for a rose is fragile, she has no thorns about her.
She perseveres, she flourishes in spite of her conditions, and seems to add colour to places that need it most.
each day lifting her head to the see the sun, or to welcome the rain.
she has a beauty of her own, few appreciate it, but those who do can see it clearly in all of its strength and power.
she is the first to shine and the last to fade.
She's wild and free, often leading her to places where people do not appreciate her.
dandelion will be her name.