highly unorthodox dumbledore writing. beware. you have been warned
this entry is going to be entirely different from all my other entries. methinks this is due to the cold that i have. so just a little warning ahead of time, i might be a little sappy or sentimental periodically. i apologize for revealing this non dumbledore side of me.
i enjoy kindness. kindness from random strangers. the person that gets off the elevator, whom i've only encountered in the elevator, turns around and says bye to me before getting off. or times when i'm coughing out my lungs or my eyes look like they've been taken over by a tsunami and the person that just comes to sit across me sincerely asks me if i'm ok; even though i don't cough or have tears come out of my eyes for fun and it's obvious i'm not ok. or the person sitting next to me in class whom i've really just talked to once or twice this semester offers me his help whenever i need it. there's something about kindness in strangers that really tickles me. of course, i enjoy kindness from friends too; but when that person might not have a clue who you are but still shows sincere and genuine kindness, it just puts a permanent smile on my face for the rest of the day.
often when i walk my mind wonders around excessively (for all of you that think i look like a serial killer (and someone actually has stopped me in the hallways once and informed me that i looked like i'm about to kill someone), it's because i always think about one thing or another as i walk). usually they are random thoughts, stories i created in my head to keep myself entertained, exaggerated imagination, but sometimes, it's about that 9 month old baby who gives me a smile to die for. or how that baby's cheek feels squished against my cheeks, or how i smother him with kisses till he starts crying. i love how a twinkle comes in his eyes when he's happy, or that tommy, from rugrats, giggle he has when he laughs. even if he did vomit in my mouth while i was picking him up over my head, that innocent expression and the -did-i-do-something-wrong? look he gives me after throwing up makes up for it. or i think about his 5 year old brother and how he loves to talk before i put him to sleep. all the questions he asks, and how one question leads to another question as his eyelids gradually fall lower and lower until they close completely in the middle of one of his questions. or being in fear of him falling off the bed because he does 360 rotations in the middle of his sleep; so i clutch on to him tightly. i love seeing the confusion on his younger brother's face when i put on his spiderman gloves on him wrong (spidey webs can't be on the back of your hand, has to be facing out so the webs can come out of your palms like spiderman's). all of these thoughts just keep adding mileage to my smile.
maybe i've shared a side to me i should not have revealed, but if ever for some perplexing reason i ever do go back and read my entries 10 years from now, i want to remember what i felt and thought of. i want to remember the feeling i got from these incidents, and what emotions they provoked.
ok back to non sappy -dumbledore mode. i have now decided to make all the kids at hogwarts wear dumbledore-rules-and-voldemort-sucks logo attached to their uniform. this will actually let me know their thoughts on voldemort and i, and allows me to distinguish those who secretly admire voldemort. i have decided that if i should happen to come across a voldemort fan, i will make them massage my feet. hehehe stupid kids.
i enjoy kindness. kindness from random strangers. the person that gets off the elevator, whom i've only encountered in the elevator, turns around and says bye to me before getting off. or times when i'm coughing out my lungs or my eyes look like they've been taken over by a tsunami and the person that just comes to sit across me sincerely asks me if i'm ok; even though i don't cough or have tears come out of my eyes for fun and it's obvious i'm not ok. or the person sitting next to me in class whom i've really just talked to once or twice this semester offers me his help whenever i need it. there's something about kindness in strangers that really tickles me. of course, i enjoy kindness from friends too; but when that person might not have a clue who you are but still shows sincere and genuine kindness, it just puts a permanent smile on my face for the rest of the day.
often when i walk my mind wonders around excessively (for all of you that think i look like a serial killer (and someone actually has stopped me in the hallways once and informed me that i looked like i'm about to kill someone), it's because i always think about one thing or another as i walk). usually they are random thoughts, stories i created in my head to keep myself entertained, exaggerated imagination, but sometimes, it's about that 9 month old baby who gives me a smile to die for. or how that baby's cheek feels squished against my cheeks, or how i smother him with kisses till he starts crying. i love how a twinkle comes in his eyes when he's happy, or that tommy, from rugrats, giggle he has when he laughs. even if he did vomit in my mouth while i was picking him up over my head, that innocent expression and the -did-i-do-something-wrong? look he gives me after throwing up makes up for it. or i think about his 5 year old brother and how he loves to talk before i put him to sleep. all the questions he asks, and how one question leads to another question as his eyelids gradually fall lower and lower until they close completely in the middle of one of his questions. or being in fear of him falling off the bed because he does 360 rotations in the middle of his sleep; so i clutch on to him tightly. i love seeing the confusion on his younger brother's face when i put on his spiderman gloves on him wrong (spidey webs can't be on the back of your hand, has to be facing out so the webs can come out of your palms like spiderman's). all of these thoughts just keep adding mileage to my smile.
maybe i've shared a side to me i should not have revealed, but if ever for some perplexing reason i ever do go back and read my entries 10 years from now, i want to remember what i felt and thought of. i want to remember the feeling i got from these incidents, and what emotions they provoked.
ok back to non sappy -dumbledore mode. i have now decided to make all the kids at hogwarts wear dumbledore-rules-and-voldemort-sucks logo attached to their uniform. this will actually let me know their thoughts on voldemort and i, and allows me to distinguish those who secretly admire voldemort. i have decided that if i should happen to come across a voldemort fan, i will make them massage my feet. hehehe stupid kids.