To understand oneself, one has to understand their friends.
I wrote those words with a thought on what I've done over the
last week or so. The more I hear about what is happening to
them and the more i realize that they are human and so am I.
I particularly was thinking about my best friend Karissa and
my other best friend Tom. Listening to what they have to say
(spoken or written) has made me a better person because i see
a part of myself in them or i expand my understanding of the
inner workings of people and how they operate and interact with
the world. Wow, that was long winded, but it kind had to be
said that way. I start with Tom.
With Tom i learn more and more how about how people operate on
the inside and after allowing myself to think about what he is
and what he is about has made me a better person, a more empathetic
person. I think specifically of something that he wrote the
other day about imagination. About how it is another realm
within which he can operate and move in. That i understand
because both my brother and I have grown up with quite the
healthy imagination.
With Karissa I am understand more and more what it is like to
hurt and to not be understood by others. Yes, i went through
that in HS but it wasn't to the point that people would turn
on me but only that i wouldn't open up enough to others to
have them become/stay my friends. That and the fact that she
was not able to get her scholarship in time to head out to
Hong Kong just really killed her. I personaly dont know
what that is like.
Both of those thing combined with what i went to over the
weekend down in El Paso. I went to my great-grandmothers
funeral. Now i wasn't close to her, but i didn't hate her. I
just didn't get to know her because i was too young or too far
removed from her to get to know her any better. I don't like
going to funerals (Really a memorial service, but they both
mean the same thing to me), so much to the point that i fidget
and have to think about other things. So while i was at her
funeral I got to thinking and let my imagination to roll a lot
during that short time. I particularly like to think about
music and how music can be so descriptive about how someone is
feeling or how a particular situation is going. Not always do
the lyrics matter, just does the music itself feel like it fits.
So i went and imagined about how music would interact with my
friends Karissa and Tom and what would fit their situations the
best. I came up with some good stuff (i could remember, but i
would rather keep that private to me and them, if they ever asked).
last week or so. The more I hear about what is happening to
them and the more i realize that they are human and so am I.
I particularly was thinking about my best friend Karissa and
my other best friend Tom. Listening to what they have to say
(spoken or written) has made me a better person because i see
a part of myself in them or i expand my understanding of the
inner workings of people and how they operate and interact with
the world. Wow, that was long winded, but it kind had to be
said that way. I start with Tom.
With Tom i learn more and more how about how people operate on
the inside and after allowing myself to think about what he is
and what he is about has made me a better person, a more empathetic
person. I think specifically of something that he wrote the
other day about imagination. About how it is another realm
within which he can operate and move in. That i understand
because both my brother and I have grown up with quite the
healthy imagination.
With Karissa I am understand more and more what it is like to
hurt and to not be understood by others. Yes, i went through
that in HS but it wasn't to the point that people would turn
on me but only that i wouldn't open up enough to others to
have them become/stay my friends. That and the fact that she
was not able to get her scholarship in time to head out to
Hong Kong just really killed her. I personaly dont know
what that is like.
Both of those thing combined with what i went to over the
weekend down in El Paso. I went to my great-grandmothers
funeral. Now i wasn't close to her, but i didn't hate her. I
just didn't get to know her because i was too young or too far
removed from her to get to know her any better. I don't like
going to funerals (Really a memorial service, but they both
mean the same thing to me), so much to the point that i fidget
and have to think about other things. So while i was at her
funeral I got to thinking and let my imagination to roll a lot
during that short time. I particularly like to think about
music and how music can be so descriptive about how someone is
feeling or how a particular situation is going. Not always do
the lyrics matter, just does the music itself feel like it fits.
So i went and imagined about how music would interact with my
friends Karissa and Tom and what would fit their situations the
best. I came up with some good stuff (i could remember, but i
would rather keep that private to me and them, if they ever asked).