Life is scary, but only temporary!
God help you if you are an ugly girl,
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying past
-Ani DiFranco, 32 Flavors
Life is weird-
But good.
A seeker of truth, will that be my doom?
To hear things so raw that my ears can't digest,
My heart'll start to swivel and explode in my chest?
Is loneliness as bad when you have a strong sense of self,
You're not half a person but somewhat less social wealth.
Jonita and I are independent.
God, how many time have I risen up from the ash. It's amazing I don't have asthma.
These lyrics seem to be more fitting:
I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling.
-Ani
Last night I did the sleepout to promote awareness and raise money for the homeless and hungry in NJ. It was very enlightening, as well as fun.
The part that had the most impact on me was at 3:30 in the morning, when there was a reflection discussion. The event was a part of 20 hours of
community service required for professor Moore's intro to sociology class. The kids were SO dedicated and it was really a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Now I want to find out about the statistics of homelessness and hunger in my neighborhood. I believe that change starts in the community.
Change starts at HOME. I mean, I'm all for saving the rainforest, God, I'm VERY intense about that, and about saving endangered species of animals,
as well as many environmental and global causes, but if people made an impact where they lived, and people all over the country made an impact
in their hometown, then things would be in the process of being taken care of all of the United States.
A few years ago I really wanted to do volunteer work. I really wanted to help people; specifically children. I had wanted to volunteer at a local
orphanage. I wanted to let them know that someone cares about them. Let them know that someone cares about their health, education, happiness, personal
values and self esteem and self-love. I spoke with my shrink about it. I told her that I was hesitant because I didn't want to become attached to anyone.
That I already had people in my life whom I loved and, even though I have so much love in my heart that I could just burst, I didn't know if I wanted
to give my love and dedication to these children because I couldn't handle having so many people in my life. And she said, "What's wrong with having
more people to love?" And that was a good question. Apparantly it was worth the risk. I never did it though, volunteer at the orphanage. I forget
why. Maybe it was because I needed to give more love to myself. Maybe I was still afraid of manking more connections. Who knows. Those former excuses
are basically the excuses that I have now, too. Also "too busy" and the like. But am I really too busy. I'm not too busy to give love to my family.
God knows I would drop everything if one of my friends was having a serious crisis. Often times I don't want to help people. Maybe it's out of anger,
or apathy, or fear, or laziness, or frustration. Maybe it's because in the past, over the course of my short lifetime, that I felt like I gave so much
of myself to certain people and there was no reward. Not a material award, just appreciation. I've heloed people who didn't seem to care. That makes
me afraid to helo people who potentially would care. It's a conundrum.
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying past
-Ani DiFranco, 32 Flavors
Life is weird-
But good.
A seeker of truth, will that be my doom?
To hear things so raw that my ears can't digest,
My heart'll start to swivel and explode in my chest?
Is loneliness as bad when you have a strong sense of self,
You're not half a person but somewhat less social wealth.
Jonita and I are independent.
God, how many time have I risen up from the ash. It's amazing I don't have asthma.
These lyrics seem to be more fitting:
I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling.
-Ani
Last night I did the sleepout to promote awareness and raise money for the homeless and hungry in NJ. It was very enlightening, as well as fun.
The part that had the most impact on me was at 3:30 in the morning, when there was a reflection discussion. The event was a part of 20 hours of
community service required for professor Moore's intro to sociology class. The kids were SO dedicated and it was really a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Now I want to find out about the statistics of homelessness and hunger in my neighborhood. I believe that change starts in the community.
Change starts at HOME. I mean, I'm all for saving the rainforest, God, I'm VERY intense about that, and about saving endangered species of animals,
as well as many environmental and global causes, but if people made an impact where they lived, and people all over the country made an impact
in their hometown, then things would be in the process of being taken care of all of the United States.
A few years ago I really wanted to do volunteer work. I really wanted to help people; specifically children. I had wanted to volunteer at a local
orphanage. I wanted to let them know that someone cares about them. Let them know that someone cares about their health, education, happiness, personal
values and self esteem and self-love. I spoke with my shrink about it. I told her that I was hesitant because I didn't want to become attached to anyone.
That I already had people in my life whom I loved and, even though I have so much love in my heart that I could just burst, I didn't know if I wanted
to give my love and dedication to these children because I couldn't handle having so many people in my life. And she said, "What's wrong with having
more people to love?" And that was a good question. Apparantly it was worth the risk. I never did it though, volunteer at the orphanage. I forget
why. Maybe it was because I needed to give more love to myself. Maybe I was still afraid of manking more connections. Who knows. Those former excuses
are basically the excuses that I have now, too. Also "too busy" and the like. But am I really too busy. I'm not too busy to give love to my family.
God knows I would drop everything if one of my friends was having a serious crisis. Often times I don't want to help people. Maybe it's out of anger,
or apathy, or fear, or laziness, or frustration. Maybe it's because in the past, over the course of my short lifetime, that I felt like I gave so much
of myself to certain people and there was no reward. Not a material award, just appreciation. I've heloed people who didn't seem to care. That makes
me afraid to helo people who potentially would care. It's a conundrum.