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Even better run on time today, we had 35:something. I reserve judgment on the success or failure of the piece because I was not involved with it enough to effect it one way or another. Although I did completely fuck up the flat I was supposed to put up.
...whatever. It's too late to fix now.
IE's tomorrow, although I'm running scoresheets. Neat little black ribbony thingy that gets me anywhere.
The Laramie project....I don't know what to think about that. I know exactly what to think, actually, but it's...not....safe thinking?
I know it's just a play. I know it's high school. But the thing is, it's based around a true story. Real humans perpetrated that event and killed an innocent young man based on something as petty as prejudice and greed. Real humans. We all come from that same stock, you know. We all have in ourselves the potential to be great or to be terrible. The events that shape our lives decide what half of that potential we use, but the fact is that that other half is still there. I may be an O.K. guy, but I've still got...those internal demons. I don't know how I can continue to live with that and be normal. I love my friends; but there's still that potential to randomly walk up to one and just punch them in the face, as hard as I can. I could never do that. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. At least, my conscious mind tells me that I wouldn't. But what lurks under that is what scares me and makes me embarrassed to be human.
The former teacher who abused those autistic kids was found guilty today. How do you do that? How do you beat children, let alone ones who are unable to fend for themselves? Did it make her feel like a 'better' person, because she had that power over them? Did it do anything that remotely warranted it? I guarantee you that it didn't. You can't fucking do that to kids, to people, to anyone, and expect to still be looked at as a fellow human. It makes me so angry that this goes on every day, somewhere.
A close friend told me once that people should just be better. I now think that I can more fully understand where she was coming from on that.
"Amazing Grace" is a beautiful song. It's also the song that my mom wants to be played at her funeral. Every time I hear it I'm reminded of how eventually, everyone that I love and care for is going to be ripped away from me. It's a pity that I don't feel like this more often. If I did I would most likely be more compassionate, and receptive to other people's feelings. I'd be better, ironically enough. I would cherish everyone that took the time to be friends with me so much more, because I'd realize that at any instant, they might not be there anymore. I suppose that's no way to live, but every once in a while, it'd be nice.
I'm sorry I'm being so depressing, but that play made me consider what's actually important in my life. The father's monologue, where he tells parents to go home and give their kids a hug, and tell them that they're loved, it applies to all of us in a way. I'm not saying it has to be that dramatic. But every once in a while, buy your friend their favorite candy bar or something without telling them. Make them smile. Let them know that you care. It's a great feeling.
Emotional ties are the ones that, once broken, take the longest to repair. Let's not break any more than we have to, alright guys?
...whatever. It's too late to fix now.
IE's tomorrow, although I'm running scoresheets. Neat little black ribbony thingy that gets me anywhere.
The Laramie project....I don't know what to think about that. I know exactly what to think, actually, but it's...not....safe thinking?
I know it's just a play. I know it's high school. But the thing is, it's based around a true story. Real humans perpetrated that event and killed an innocent young man based on something as petty as prejudice and greed. Real humans. We all come from that same stock, you know. We all have in ourselves the potential to be great or to be terrible. The events that shape our lives decide what half of that potential we use, but the fact is that that other half is still there. I may be an O.K. guy, but I've still got...those internal demons. I don't know how I can continue to live with that and be normal. I love my friends; but there's still that potential to randomly walk up to one and just punch them in the face, as hard as I can. I could never do that. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. At least, my conscious mind tells me that I wouldn't. But what lurks under that is what scares me and makes me embarrassed to be human.
The former teacher who abused those autistic kids was found guilty today. How do you do that? How do you beat children, let alone ones who are unable to fend for themselves? Did it make her feel like a 'better' person, because she had that power over them? Did it do anything that remotely warranted it? I guarantee you that it didn't. You can't fucking do that to kids, to people, to anyone, and expect to still be looked at as a fellow human. It makes me so angry that this goes on every day, somewhere.
A close friend told me once that people should just be better. I now think that I can more fully understand where she was coming from on that.
"Amazing Grace" is a beautiful song. It's also the song that my mom wants to be played at her funeral. Every time I hear it I'm reminded of how eventually, everyone that I love and care for is going to be ripped away from me. It's a pity that I don't feel like this more often. If I did I would most likely be more compassionate, and receptive to other people's feelings. I'd be better, ironically enough. I would cherish everyone that took the time to be friends with me so much more, because I'd realize that at any instant, they might not be there anymore. I suppose that's no way to live, but every once in a while, it'd be nice.
I'm sorry I'm being so depressing, but that play made me consider what's actually important in my life. The father's monologue, where he tells parents to go home and give their kids a hug, and tell them that they're loved, it applies to all of us in a way. I'm not saying it has to be that dramatic. But every once in a while, buy your friend their favorite candy bar or something without telling them. Make them smile. Let them know that you care. It's a great feeling.
Emotional ties are the ones that, once broken, take the longest to repair. Let's not break any more than we have to, alright guys?