When shoes Don't match

Have you ever left your domicile and realized about four hours later that you aren’t wearing the same shoes? It’s just one of those days. No one really noticed today that I was wearing different shoes unless I told them. I knew, but to be fair, I told myself out loud that I was wearing different shoes. This was actually a really easy situation to deal with as wearing two different shoes is something I might do on my own. But I couldn’t and wouldn’t claim that was what I was doing. It would have been easy but I don’t want to take credit for something I didn’t do. I physically did it, but mentally it was the exact opposite. It reminds me of what George Carlin said about people and their pride for their nationality. I agree with it. How and why are you proud to be, say Irish? You get that a lot, especially since we are still relatively close to St. Patrick’s day or any holiday/festival for a nationality. Now this has nothing to do with actually being Irish at all it is more of a question of how can you be proud of something you had nothing to do with? You had no say or bearing on the act that made you you, so how can you be proud of it? You might be happy that you are Irish or American, which I’m perfectly fine with, but proud? I believe you shouldn’t take pride in things you can’t control and should reserve pride for some sort of accomplishment of your doing.

Though not a direct correlation, I was reading my good friend’s blog, http://jessicakratz.blogspot.com/ (Check it out as she has a bit of fire to her words) , and it is about bullying. Now I’m not going to talk exactly about what she did but on something I noticed about some of the bullying I’ve seen. Why is it that often people decide to pick on or bully someone for something or some quality that is entirely out of their control? I witnessed this and was often pissed when people picked on or made fun of someone for being poor. Why? Picking on someone because of their finical situation that they have no control over is like picking on someone because they were born with black hair or because they are 5’8. That is also like the situation where someone does not like a particular building because it is painted blue. But the person starts yelling at the building for being blue instead of the person who decided to paint it blue. It is also as stupid and pointless as yelling at a dog for being a dog. These things have no choice in the things that are being questioned, so what’s the point? If you are to address someone on their faults or question them, it should be on their actions and choices they’ve made rather than the symptoms that are victim to that they can’t control. I’m not saying that people shouldn’t be called out, but it should be for putting a fork in an electric socket, not because they can’t afford to shop anywhere other than the Goodwill.

Im going to leave that at that because I honesty wanted to write this blog about something else and I’m drifting farther and farther away. Though this never has really stopped me, I don’t want to get too deep into anything just now. That and I think that sudden topic switches adds more of that original spice from my earlier entries. Though like when companies claim to be using the same recipe and methods in making their product for the past hundred or so years, this doesn’t mean it is a good thing. But it is what it is.

HI.

So I decided to do some cleaning about a week ago. And so I did. It’s back to messy but something happened in the few hours that it was clean~ Isn’t it funny how when you clean you find things you forgot about and you find things you haven’t seen in forever and you feel like a winner? But right before you pat yourself on your back you realize that you lost things that are ten times more important that the things you just found. So yeah, I lost my glasses. It’s not too bad because have a 2nd pair but…where are they? After cleaning, isn’t suppose to be finding things supposed to be easier? I mean, I had them before I started cleaning but they were lost when I had finished. I also lost my school ID in a similar situation where I was in two rooms and it got lost. I checked everywhere within the two rooms I was in (the rooms were next to each other [computer labs]) and everything I had with me but alas no dice.

The other thing that I did when I was cleaning was to try and clean up the path I was on. And I have to admit sadly that I’m finally declared. I’m now a studio art major with a minor in creative writing and Asian studies ( with a possibility of an art history minor as well). And you know what? I don’t like it. I don’t like the feeling. I feel way dirtier then when my arms and clothes are coated with paint from my art projects. It feels like an ugly nonphysical weight on my skin that is pulling me down. See I hate that I have to declare in visual art or writing art. I do both and will always do both, but we have to choose one. But that goes against a lot of my principles. I’m not one for labels and that is exactly what this is doing. Most people are happy when they declare but I’m not. It’s not like I don’t love visual arts, because I do, it’s the feeling I get. I do a lot of my art, both writing and visual, based on mood and feeling. It’s odd because I feel that, in order to transcend into something greater, you must release yourself from labels and titles and just be and to just allow, but the school is telling me that to be something great I must label myself and just follow. It’s a bad taste in my mouth that just adds another couple a meters on the track I’m running down with my pen and paint can. Want to run a relay with me?

And on a bottom note, the Fire Monkey and I are cooking up something special so look out for it and free your calendars for later in the month of April, it’s going to be Slaw. Take care everyone and remember to think and know that you got to keep going. If you need help just hit me up, I can’t do much, but I can do a little. And sometimes a pebble can move a river. Sometimes it can’t. But sometimes is can. And sometimes it can join the other pebbles to…..ok I’ll just stop. Thanks for reading, much love everyone, Zai jian.

~Love~

P.S. I told you about my friend’s blog http://jessicakratz.blogspot.com/ , but you should also check out my other friends blog http://myblog.cynthiabateman.com/ . Both are amazing and they are also amazingly awesome people who don’t mind expressing their opinions and doing it regularly (much more frequently then my blog). Both are highly recommended. Thanks.

P.P.S. I'm super proud of all my pledges. You really make me happy. You make me feel my hours put in are worth something,thanks.