Oh wow. What a weekend. No words can describe it in its entirety, really, so I'll try to do it justice with what abilities God gave me. Well, I have to start with my little escapade in the kitchen on Friday afternoon. So, here I am, standing in the fridge putting away the groceries 'n' stuff, and Ken (the Chef) comes in and collects the recycling from me. He forgets one box, and so I turn to step out of the fridge to give it to him, and the next thing I know, I'm laying face-down on the floor. That's right ladies and gentlemen; I fell out of a fridge! Okay, so that was a while ago now, but it's still true; as is the very large bruise on my right knee. Still, even after a week and a day. (I'm sorry, but it's been a while since I started this post, so I can't remember what the rest of my news was...)
~Blackbird
Sunday, 22 October 2006
Tuesday, 17 October 2006
Poison Tree
Man, it's been so long, you'd think I'd forgotten about this thing! Actually, to be honest, I did. For a long, long time. But, alas, with new life choices brings the subtle yearning for what used to be. So I'm resurrecting my alter ego, Blackbird, and giving her the wings to fly where she's never been before.
Here's a question for all of you...Do you associate with someone that you just can't stand to be around? When you're around this person, do you feel the need to tell them off...just because? I know it's not a nice feeling, but I regularly associate with someone who tests my ability to control the words that come out of my mouth. I can assure you that the person to whom all these traits belongs to is a great person; it's just that I have idiosyncrasies in my own personality that make it reeeaaalllly difficult to stand being around said person. Sure, I could talk to this person, but I'm not really one for confrontation. And neither is this other person. So where does that get us? Stuck in the middle of one astronomically large battle of wills. Theirs against mine. And it's all one great big gong-show from now on...
Speaking of gong-shows, I've recently moved out into "the world." Well, if that's what you can call a Mennonite Bible Camp in the middle of a forest, then I've moved into the world. But if you're one of those people who only think that cities are places of great activity, let me quickly correct your previous misconceptions: This past summer, I worked with over 800 children ranging in ages from 5 years old all the way up to 17 year olds. (If you also include the two family camps, I couldn't tell you the maximum age of the people who were there.) So, if you said that summer camps are a waste of time, think again. Of all the kids who were in my cabins or crafts class, I had kids who'd never been to camp before (so they were nervous/scared/homesick), kids who had been there/done that etc, kids who'd bitten other kids, kids from foster families who'd run away more than once a day (well, they'd try...they wouldn't get far), kids who'd come from such far off places as Africa and Korea (the latter spoke only a little english), kids who were already devout Christians, and kids who'd never even heard of a Bible before!
I'm currently living there under a contract, which stipulates that I stay there for a year. For the past little while, I've really been struggling with staying there or breaking my contract and leaving. The reason I'd want to break my contract is simple: I feel like I don't belong here and that everyone could deal without me. I also feel like I'm not supposed to be here, too. It's not a good thing to wake up to the feeling that you've signed away a year of your life not knowing that you would hate it in a few short weeks...ya know? Also, in this contract, I've told them that I will not do anything to drastically change my appearance. For example, no tattoos or piercings. I must say that I've wanted a tattoo for a long time...and now that I can't get one, I want one more than before! Argh.
Oh well, I guess I'll have to deal with the choices I've made now that I'm "all grown up." Haha, that sounds funny. Me, grown up? I've been told that with age comes great responsibility. Responsibility isn't my forté, come to think of it. Ah, I guess it's not really my choice to have responsibility hucked at me from all sides. It's also not really my choice not to get that tattoo I so badly desire. The only, only reason I'm not getting it is because it's not in me to break a contract. I'm not the kind of person to make a promise and then turn around and break it. In fact, I'm not the kind of person who'll break a promise at all. The only reason I'll break a promise is if extraneous circumstances don't allow for me to keep it.
Now that I've made this entry quite lengthy and really verbose, I think it's time for me to sign off for now. May God bless you in all you do! Until next time, keep fit and have fun!
~Blackbird
Here's a question for all of you...Do you associate with someone that you just can't stand to be around? When you're around this person, do you feel the need to tell them off...just because? I know it's not a nice feeling, but I regularly associate with someone who tests my ability to control the words that come out of my mouth. I can assure you that the person to whom all these traits belongs to is a great person; it's just that I have idiosyncrasies in my own personality that make it reeeaaalllly difficult to stand being around said person. Sure, I could talk to this person, but I'm not really one for confrontation. And neither is this other person. So where does that get us? Stuck in the middle of one astronomically large battle of wills. Theirs against mine. And it's all one great big gong-show from now on...
Speaking of gong-shows, I've recently moved out into "the world." Well, if that's what you can call a Mennonite Bible Camp in the middle of a forest, then I've moved into the world. But if you're one of those people who only think that cities are places of great activity, let me quickly correct your previous misconceptions: This past summer, I worked with over 800 children ranging in ages from 5 years old all the way up to 17 year olds. (If you also include the two family camps, I couldn't tell you the maximum age of the people who were there.) So, if you said that summer camps are a waste of time, think again. Of all the kids who were in my cabins or crafts class, I had kids who'd never been to camp before (so they were nervous/scared/homesick), kids who had been there/done that etc, kids who'd bitten other kids, kids from foster families who'd run away more than once a day (well, they'd try...they wouldn't get far), kids who'd come from such far off places as Africa and Korea (the latter spoke only a little english), kids who were already devout Christians, and kids who'd never even heard of a Bible before!
I'm currently living there under a contract, which stipulates that I stay there for a year. For the past little while, I've really been struggling with staying there or breaking my contract and leaving. The reason I'd want to break my contract is simple: I feel like I don't belong here and that everyone could deal without me. I also feel like I'm not supposed to be here, too. It's not a good thing to wake up to the feeling that you've signed away a year of your life not knowing that you would hate it in a few short weeks...ya know? Also, in this contract, I've told them that I will not do anything to drastically change my appearance. For example, no tattoos or piercings. I must say that I've wanted a tattoo for a long time...and now that I can't get one, I want one more than before! Argh.
Oh well, I guess I'll have to deal with the choices I've made now that I'm "all grown up." Haha, that sounds funny. Me, grown up? I've been told that with age comes great responsibility. Responsibility isn't my forté, come to think of it. Ah, I guess it's not really my choice to have responsibility hucked at me from all sides. It's also not really my choice not to get that tattoo I so badly desire. The only, only reason I'm not getting it is because it's not in me to break a contract. I'm not the kind of person to make a promise and then turn around and break it. In fact, I'm not the kind of person who'll break a promise at all. The only reason I'll break a promise is if extraneous circumstances don't allow for me to keep it.
Now that I've made this entry quite lengthy and really verbose, I think it's time for me to sign off for now. May God bless you in all you do! Until next time, keep fit and have fun!
~Blackbird
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