Titles Elude Me.
So it's been a rather interesting few days/weeks. Let's recap.
Work has been well in itself, work. I'm generally happy as the majority of my co-workers are enjoyable to be around, although lately I've been talked too as if I am incompetent. Oh Well, right?
Meanwhile, I've still trying to run the guild in the game that I play, Warcraft, successfully. Unfortunately the other leaders really are not "leading" but sitting back and doing nothing to assist in the process. This may end up in me giving up the game and finding a new hobby that doesn't quite turn into another job 90% of the time.
Zack showed me this video recently, "Read My Mind" by the Killers. It reminds me of Jeff and I's relationship quite bit, nevermind the fact that lead singer looks strangely like Jeff. But I'll skip over this for now.
Then of course and finally, there is my mother. My parents have both been very interesting people, with many interesting stories, expiernces and personalities, as many of my friends can attest too. Some of these stories and expierences may be a little blown up, but who knows? I certaintly don't can only take their word for it. My mother in paticular though, has always been detached from the rest of her family. I know very little of either my parent's family, but it is often presented that they really don't care.
However, when my Grandfather passed she was a different person. A mix of anger, depression, and of course, remorse. Her family has left her out of loop quite a deal, and they rarely communicate with her, but I wonder whose fault that really is? Her's or their's? Or both?
Recently, one of my great aunts was put in the hospital. I am unsure of the cause, but last night they did not think she would make it through the night. I do not know the outcome of this paticular event just yet, but its stirs her. It bothers her more than I thought it would.
I wonder, can death shake us so badly, that we reveal who we really are? What we really are like? Does it evolve something inside us, revealing a great truth? Or is simply the fact that Death frightens so many of us. And when it starts to get closer to home, it shakes us to our bones.
I wonder, What's hiding inside of myself? What about you? What's hiding just under the surface, waiting to erupt?
Work has been well in itself, work. I'm generally happy as the majority of my co-workers are enjoyable to be around, although lately I've been talked too as if I am incompetent. Oh Well, right?
Meanwhile, I've still trying to run the guild in the game that I play, Warcraft, successfully. Unfortunately the other leaders really are not "leading" but sitting back and doing nothing to assist in the process. This may end up in me giving up the game and finding a new hobby that doesn't quite turn into another job 90% of the time.
Zack showed me this video recently, "Read My Mind" by the Killers. It reminds me of Jeff and I's relationship quite bit, nevermind the fact that lead singer looks strangely like Jeff. But I'll skip over this for now.
Then of course and finally, there is my mother. My parents have both been very interesting people, with many interesting stories, expiernces and personalities, as many of my friends can attest too. Some of these stories and expierences may be a little blown up, but who knows? I certaintly don't can only take their word for it. My mother in paticular though, has always been detached from the rest of her family. I know very little of either my parent's family, but it is often presented that they really don't care.
However, when my Grandfather passed she was a different person. A mix of anger, depression, and of course, remorse. Her family has left her out of loop quite a deal, and they rarely communicate with her, but I wonder whose fault that really is? Her's or their's? Or both?
Recently, one of my great aunts was put in the hospital. I am unsure of the cause, but last night they did not think she would make it through the night. I do not know the outcome of this paticular event just yet, but its stirs her. It bothers her more than I thought it would.
I wonder, can death shake us so badly, that we reveal who we really are? What we really are like? Does it evolve something inside us, revealing a great truth? Or is simply the fact that Death frightens so many of us. And when it starts to get closer to home, it shakes us to our bones.
I wonder, What's hiding inside of myself? What about you? What's hiding just under the surface, waiting to erupt?