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A thoughtful post here, for those who enjoy thought.
I have been watching my little cousins, Amanda who is 7 and Madison who is 4, for close to a year now. It has been an equally enjoyable and painful experience. When i started, everything was amazing. I was a college student, with a cake job where i could do my homework while making money. I got to spend time with my little cousins(whom before i rarely saw due to family differences), and all in all it was great. But three months into my job, Amanda developed problems. BIG problems. She was diagnosed with seperation anxiety, and didnt want to leave the house. This made taking her to school a chore. That wasnt so bad after a while... I got very used to it. After a while, Amanda was treated and things began to look up for her. But this summer, it has taken a bad turn again. Her medicine seems to have quit working, or doing opposite of what it's supposed to. It has become somewhat dangerous to work for my aunt. Yes.. Dangerous. Last week Amanda attempted to burn me with scolding hot water after i returned from taking out the recycling. The day after that, while i was on the phone with her mother because she was acting up, she smushed her hand in dog pee(they have a puppy and she had an accident) and she wiped it on my arm. Most of you think "Ok that's washable, no biggie".. YES BIGGIE. With my own problems kicking in, i frantically washed my arm atleast 50 times in 2 hours. And after washing, i put 50 drops of Purel... That isnt healthy...
But what's worse, is i feel that the children control my aunt. She informed me that this weekend, she didnt yell at them because she felt it upset them too much. Ok they are NEVER going to learn. I was at a point where i didnt want to deal with this anymore, it's too much stress, especially with my life being the way it is. I go home, and i cant tell my mother why i'm upset, because my Aunt and Uncle dont want me to tell my side of the family their buisness.
In the end i have to ask myself if this is truely worth it. Yes, the job is cake. Yes, i make decent money. but for my own health? I'm not sure. I've decided to stick with it right now, because i need money for the con's i'm going to. But next year i might reconsider...
On to my other thoughts...
I met an interesting person this weekend. His name is Bill.. He's in the Rebel Legion.. and he is an asshole. I decided to oragnize a carpool for the event because it was SO far away. 3 hours! So him and i carpooled, he drove. According to him, if you dont look like your character, you shouldnt costume as them. In other words, almost every person in the RL shouldnt costume as who they are. I could have smacked him for this. Especially when he got on me about being "bigger than Mirax" and "not looking like her". Ok i REALIZE my character is supposed to be pole thin.. and that i might not be as pretty as she's supposed to be... But that is NOT what costuming is about. Costuming is putting your best effort into a creation, putting blood sweat and tears into something to make it accurate. It's about being the character, their attitude and personality. If it were about looks, no one would ever costume. So you know what.. Yes. I realize i'm not skinny and have some extra meat on me. Yes i realize Mirax is very attractive and i only pass for cute. But you know what? I have the heart. I have NEVER slacked on my costumes or the research on the character. I have never ONCE been told i make a bad Mirax. I've actually been told that i make a great Corellian, that i have the stance and attitude down perfectly.
I am proud to costume as Mirax. It takes guts to walk out in front of hundreds of people wearing spandex pants. It takes guts to just.. be in costume. I have never once been ashamed of doing what i do, and i dont plan on it. So you know what? Bill.. I'll give you a Rebel Bird.. and it's not one you'd expect
I have been watching my little cousins, Amanda who is 7 and Madison who is 4, for close to a year now. It has been an equally enjoyable and painful experience. When i started, everything was amazing. I was a college student, with a cake job where i could do my homework while making money. I got to spend time with my little cousins(whom before i rarely saw due to family differences), and all in all it was great. But three months into my job, Amanda developed problems. BIG problems. She was diagnosed with seperation anxiety, and didnt want to leave the house. This made taking her to school a chore. That wasnt so bad after a while... I got very used to it. After a while, Amanda was treated and things began to look up for her. But this summer, it has taken a bad turn again. Her medicine seems to have quit working, or doing opposite of what it's supposed to. It has become somewhat dangerous to work for my aunt. Yes.. Dangerous. Last week Amanda attempted to burn me with scolding hot water after i returned from taking out the recycling. The day after that, while i was on the phone with her mother because she was acting up, she smushed her hand in dog pee(they have a puppy and she had an accident) and she wiped it on my arm. Most of you think "Ok that's washable, no biggie".. YES BIGGIE. With my own problems kicking in, i frantically washed my arm atleast 50 times in 2 hours. And after washing, i put 50 drops of Purel... That isnt healthy...
But what's worse, is i feel that the children control my aunt. She informed me that this weekend, she didnt yell at them because she felt it upset them too much. Ok they are NEVER going to learn. I was at a point where i didnt want to deal with this anymore, it's too much stress, especially with my life being the way it is. I go home, and i cant tell my mother why i'm upset, because my Aunt and Uncle dont want me to tell my side of the family their buisness.
In the end i have to ask myself if this is truely worth it. Yes, the job is cake. Yes, i make decent money. but for my own health? I'm not sure. I've decided to stick with it right now, because i need money for the con's i'm going to. But next year i might reconsider...
On to my other thoughts...
I met an interesting person this weekend. His name is Bill.. He's in the Rebel Legion.. and he is an asshole. I decided to oragnize a carpool for the event because it was SO far away. 3 hours! So him and i carpooled, he drove. According to him, if you dont look like your character, you shouldnt costume as them. In other words, almost every person in the RL shouldnt costume as who they are. I could have smacked him for this. Especially when he got on me about being "bigger than Mirax" and "not looking like her". Ok i REALIZE my character is supposed to be pole thin.. and that i might not be as pretty as she's supposed to be... But that is NOT what costuming is about. Costuming is putting your best effort into a creation, putting blood sweat and tears into something to make it accurate. It's about being the character, their attitude and personality. If it were about looks, no one would ever costume. So you know what.. Yes. I realize i'm not skinny and have some extra meat on me. Yes i realize Mirax is very attractive and i only pass for cute. But you know what? I have the heart. I have NEVER slacked on my costumes or the research on the character. I have never ONCE been told i make a bad Mirax. I've actually been told that i make a great Corellian, that i have the stance and attitude down perfectly.
I am proud to costume as Mirax. It takes guts to walk out in front of hundreds of people wearing spandex pants. It takes guts to just.. be in costume. I have never once been ashamed of doing what i do, and i dont plan on it. So you know what? Bill.. I'll give you a Rebel Bird.. and it's not one you'd expect