Feeling Christmas-sy
I'm finally home from Binghamton, and glad to be back in Beacon again. I must say, though, the last week has been rather nice, despite the working and the constant cleaning of my apartment. I was in solitude while I wasn't at work, and I felt comfortable, and while I was at work I was happy to spend time with people who I really liked and felt like they valued me as well.
I've been rediscovering simple truths, if you hadnt noticed. I notice that my friendships and relationships are much more rewarding when I find them valuable and valued in return... The last time I felt that was before Kellie left to go back to Illinois. Then this semester, to find so much of it at once was wonderful (I Love Mohawk 1Q and All Who Live There!!!). And at work, its found as well... and who'da thought that? I love my job, even if the pay isnt great and I deal with evil demon children.
Now picture World 1-2 of Super Mario Brothers... you know, the black screen with the blue boxes... now hear the music, that "Do-Do Do-Do Do-Do"... now to the tune say, "Evil Demon Children." That's how bad they were, and thats what I was doing all night as I cleaned up the theater, much to the amusement of Dallas and Jessica (Dallas is my co-worker waitress and Jessica is my boss, the House Manager)
I was sad to say goodbye to "A Christmas Carol" and here's why: I found a lot of parallels to my life there in "A Christmas Carol." Scrooge was a miserly old geezer whose greed would have been his downfall; and I've been an arrogant asshole whose pride has been mine. Now I havent been visited by any spirits (though I swear I annoyed some at the Mill...) but I have been looking at my past and present, and attempting to see where the future may go. I don't like it. I used to be very happy with who I was, and at some point I forgot that. This semester has been a period of transition for me and it's been rough, kinda like Scrooge's night with the spirits. And in the end, I find myself changed, though God knows how these changes will progress; I know they are good. Pride is much harder than greed to kick. Pride is much more deceptive and sneeky; you may not know its face until you are well aquainted with it's grasp around you. And wriggling free is still harder yet.
I'm spending a lot of time wiht my family, and it makes things wonderful. I wonder why I ever acted the way I used to... it seems so petty and retarded! All for a bit of-what? Dramatic Effect? A little extra attention?? Bah Humbug. I enjoy being home and spending time with my family.
Maybe it's just the Christmas Spirit, but Hope and Joy have never felt so good, nor has the Peace that they have brought me.
A Merry Christmas to all!
I've been rediscovering simple truths, if you hadnt noticed. I notice that my friendships and relationships are much more rewarding when I find them valuable and valued in return... The last time I felt that was before Kellie left to go back to Illinois. Then this semester, to find so much of it at once was wonderful (I Love Mohawk 1Q and All Who Live There!!!). And at work, its found as well... and who'da thought that? I love my job, even if the pay isnt great and I deal with evil demon children.
Now picture World 1-2 of Super Mario Brothers... you know, the black screen with the blue boxes... now hear the music, that "Do-Do Do-Do Do-Do"... now to the tune say, "Evil Demon Children." That's how bad they were, and thats what I was doing all night as I cleaned up the theater, much to the amusement of Dallas and Jessica (Dallas is my co-worker waitress and Jessica is my boss, the House Manager)
I was sad to say goodbye to "A Christmas Carol" and here's why: I found a lot of parallels to my life there in "A Christmas Carol." Scrooge was a miserly old geezer whose greed would have been his downfall; and I've been an arrogant asshole whose pride has been mine. Now I havent been visited by any spirits (though I swear I annoyed some at the Mill...) but I have been looking at my past and present, and attempting to see where the future may go. I don't like it. I used to be very happy with who I was, and at some point I forgot that. This semester has been a period of transition for me and it's been rough, kinda like Scrooge's night with the spirits. And in the end, I find myself changed, though God knows how these changes will progress; I know they are good. Pride is much harder than greed to kick. Pride is much more deceptive and sneeky; you may not know its face until you are well aquainted with it's grasp around you. And wriggling free is still harder yet.
I'm spending a lot of time wiht my family, and it makes things wonderful. I wonder why I ever acted the way I used to... it seems so petty and retarded! All for a bit of-what? Dramatic Effect? A little extra attention?? Bah Humbug. I enjoy being home and spending time with my family.
Maybe it's just the Christmas Spirit, but Hope and Joy have never felt so good, nor has the Peace that they have brought me.
A Merry Christmas to all!