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A lot of things happen in Texas. That's the general idea, but I know it is just the way I notice and perceive things. This week has been spent in my mind. Or at the mall. But I've spent my time well. Observing and contemplating. I love being away for a couple reasons. 1) I get to rest and sleep as much and often as I would like. It doesn't bother me to take a nap because I know no one will miss me any more for sleeping through times we could be together. 2) I get to forget all the stress in my life (school, trouble status of my friends, etc.) 3) I get to experience new situations and ideas and get to express my reflections without any backlashes (such as people I may see again thinking I'm insane). Of course I miss people and things while I'm away but travel only makes me appreciate them more.
I spent three days this week at the mall: the single most depressing place on the planet. I made many decisions sitting on benches waiting for my sisters, mother, or grandmother to attempt the systematic destruction of their souls. The malls, built upon the quest to destroy the ideals of a younger generation, stock the latest fashions found in all the fashion magazines and on tv, worn by all the beautiful models that determine the way girls in this world should look. These girls spend money that could be used for helping others or for extending their own spiritual growth. They won't realize until it is too late that it is impossible to keep up with all of the trends and even if they could, it wouldn't do any of them any good because fashion is not what makes a person love you. And even if it did, it is more important to love others than to gain love for yourself. Hopelessness has become the theme of the week. There is a limit to everything, and that is a very hard thing to accept but it is true. The sky only stretches so far. Let's not burn ourselves out too fast.
I spent three days this week at the mall: the single most depressing place on the planet. I made many decisions sitting on benches waiting for my sisters, mother, or grandmother to attempt the systematic destruction of their souls. The malls, built upon the quest to destroy the ideals of a younger generation, stock the latest fashions found in all the fashion magazines and on tv, worn by all the beautiful models that determine the way girls in this world should look. These girls spend money that could be used for helping others or for extending their own spiritual growth. They won't realize until it is too late that it is impossible to keep up with all of the trends and even if they could, it wouldn't do any of them any good because fashion is not what makes a person love you. And even if it did, it is more important to love others than to gain love for yourself. Hopelessness has become the theme of the week. There is a limit to everything, and that is a very hard thing to accept but it is true. The sky only stretches so far. Let's not burn ourselves out too fast.