I realize I haven't posted in a long time. I've been really busy trying to catch up in school. I've been hearing/thinking a lot about of friend of mine recently, though. So, today's post is for her:
Have you ever seen somebody you knew, in a store or on campus or something, but for some reason you didn't want to say hello? Not necessarily because you didn't like the person, but maybe because you didn't want to seem too clingy or stalker-ish.
Well, about a year ago, I found myself in this exact situation. I was sitting at a stop light in Davis, and my friend (who was in the car) said, "Hey, isn't that Vinny Sandhu?"
Sure enough, in the next lane and a car ahead of us, she was waiting at the same light. We both noted how cool she was, how much we liked her. I know it would have been pretty hard to get her attention, what with her being in her car with the windows rolled up and all and I never had her number so I couldn't exactly have called her up. Of course, at the time, we didn't think much of it.
Anyway, so the light turned green and Vinny drove off, and we went our direction as well. Not a big event, just a little interesting thing that happened that day.
Two and a half weeks later, I was sitting at home with my mom. She was on the phone with a good family friend of ours. My "auntie" was telling my mom that her daughter was really upset, crying hysterically for hours. Her best friend had died that day. Mom asked who it was that passed and said her name out loud.
"Vinny Sandu?"
My hands shot straight up to cover my gaping mouth and I stared wide-eyed at the carpet below me. My mind kept going back to that day, two and a half weeks before, when Vinny was simply on her way home from another day at school. I saw it over and over...
I wish I had honked.
I drive by the scene of the accident a few times per week; I still see the skid marks on the road. The grass on the side of the road is still black and burned. There is still a cross with flowers erected in her memory in the middle of the charred grass.
I still ask myself,"Why," even though I may never understand.
Moral of the story: Just say hello to that person even if they are just an acquaintance, because you never know when, or if, you'll see them again.
5.29.2006
5.13.2006
I Learned Something Today
I've been serenely looking for something for my mom, but so far nothing has really sparked my interest. Today, at work, I wanted to snag some lovely orchids so I'd at least have something to give besides cooking (an excellent) dinner tomorrow. As I scanned the aroma-filled floral section at Bel-Air (damn expensive, by the way) I found an arrangement I'd never seen before. It was a beautiful cymbidium orchid plant, the thick stem placed in its own small vase. The thing that really caught my eye though was that the whole plant was encased in a large cardboard box with a clear plastic front through which to see. Granted, the box was black for some reason, and had this ugly gold lining, but the concept was beautiful. It reminded me of those roses people get that come in a long box, you know? But, me being so indecisive, I started having doubts as to whether I should get it, whether it really was pretty, even before it was tediously rung up at the checkstand. I hesitantly bought the boxed arrangement, still terribly undecided, thinking I'd store it in the freezing 64-degree back room until I was off for the day. With feigned confidence, I marched back into the branch, where Jorge and Whitney were, and without a second's hesitation, Jorge mocked, "That is a tacky box they put that in." At first I was shocked, then just really really embarrassed. "It won't be in the box when I give it to her," I quickly replied, and rushed into the back room. I could feel my face blush as I tried my best to hide the flowers in the back, but the room is tiny and the box stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't set foot in the back room if I could help it for the rest of the day; I sure as hell didn't so much as glance at the flowers. As I hurried to my car at the end of the day, I struggled to keep the gold lining against my chest so nobody would see and feel sorry for the loser that bought flowers in a box. I showed my brother when I got home, and he was really enthusiastic about liking the flowers, which definitely upped my confidence. But now, I keep thinking about this god-awful box in which the arrangement won't even be when I give this to mom. Damn Jorge. Seriously, what competent adult on earth says something like that? He might as well have shat out his mouth onto my self-esteem.
But I learned a couple of things right now, staring through the plastic. For one, Jorge is the most negative, most judgmental, pessimistic person I've ever met. Even though the front of the box was clear plastic and you could see right through to the flowers, he chose to first make a negative and condescending statement about the box! The outside! He judged the proverbial book by its cover! ...so cliche, so unbelievably cliche...
Second, I learned that it's unhealthy for me to be in Jorge's presence. I have been sitting for 20 minutes next to these flowers, these rather stunning gifts from God (with love), these delicate, stubborn flowers that someone before me took care of, nurished, trimmed, and had to let go, thinking that I had failed as a person to make a sound decision about what flowers to purchase on a day that businesses made up for their own profit, for a person who isn't even speaking to me (still!). I need to talk to dad about this tomorrow and see if he agrees that I should resign. I really think it's best for me, mentally and physically. Here's some more logic: I was talking to Mandeep today and we were talking about the job. She said she was having doubts as to whether she wanted to stay in banking, but she said she's never had a day where she woke up and thought, "Ugh, I have to work today." I realized I felt the exact opposite. I've never had a day where I woke up and thought, "Cool, I get to go to work today." For me, this is a dead-end job: Either I end it, or I'll die. Wow, that sounds way more serious than I wanted that to sound...
Okay enough depression. I wanted to have an appreciative, optimistic tone to this entry as well. Tonight, I realized I have the most amazing view of the moon at night, and I can stare at it from the comfort of my own home. We have these ridiculously huge windows in our home that let in some of the most spectacular sights I've seen in a long time. I think the night sky is ten times more enthralling when you can see it from inside your own home. Hopefully soon I'll have some pictures up, both of the night sky and the orchids. Then you can judge for yourself whether you like them or not!
Not that I'll care... :)
But I learned a couple of things right now, staring through the plastic. For one, Jorge is the most negative, most judgmental, pessimistic person I've ever met. Even though the front of the box was clear plastic and you could see right through to the flowers, he chose to first make a negative and condescending statement about the box! The outside! He judged the proverbial book by its cover! ...so cliche, so unbelievably cliche...
Second, I learned that it's unhealthy for me to be in Jorge's presence. I have been sitting for 20 minutes next to these flowers, these rather stunning gifts from God (with love), these delicate, stubborn flowers that someone before me took care of, nurished, trimmed, and had to let go, thinking that I had failed as a person to make a sound decision about what flowers to purchase on a day that businesses made up for their own profit, for a person who isn't even speaking to me (still!). I need to talk to dad about this tomorrow and see if he agrees that I should resign. I really think it's best for me, mentally and physically. Here's some more logic: I was talking to Mandeep today and we were talking about the job. She said she was having doubts as to whether she wanted to stay in banking, but she said she's never had a day where she woke up and thought, "Ugh, I have to work today." I realized I felt the exact opposite. I've never had a day where I woke up and thought, "Cool, I get to go to work today." For me, this is a dead-end job: Either I end it, or I'll die. Wow, that sounds way more serious than I wanted that to sound...
Okay enough depression. I wanted to have an appreciative, optimistic tone to this entry as well. Tonight, I realized I have the most amazing view of the moon at night, and I can stare at it from the comfort of my own home. We have these ridiculously huge windows in our home that let in some of the most spectacular sights I've seen in a long time. I think the night sky is ten times more enthralling when you can see it from inside your own home. Hopefully soon I'll have some pictures up, both of the night sky and the orchids. Then you can judge for yourself whether you like them or not!
Not that I'll care... :)
5.11.2006
Respect
So, I have this weird pet peeve: I absolutely hate it, HATE it, when people touch me with their feet. I don't know why, but the feeling of someone's foot on my body makes me want to throw up. There's something about the feeling of someone's foot on my skin or even my clothes that literally makes me gag. I also hate it when my own feet touch someone else.
The thing is, my mom knows this. She's done it many times, I've told her how I feel many times, and she's acknowledged it in the past. But for some reason she still does it. I'll explain:
I'm sitting on the couch with my brother, watching a show on my laptop. My mom comes and sits next to me, but is facing me. Her back is resting on the armrest, her feet are facing me. She starts talking to us, and asks me a question. While she asks me, she nudges the outside of my thigh with her foot to get my attention. My first reaction is to jerk my leg away, and I do (quite violently). I know she sees my jerk my leg away. While I'm looking at her, she asks me a second question (or asks me that first question a second time, I don't remember) and nudges me with her foot again. That time I pretty much lose it. "Don't do that!" She just kind of looks at me. "Why do you do that?" I can tell she's getting mad now, but I have to say this. "I've told you a million times that I don't like that!" She just looks at me at that point, and mutters, "Forget it," and walks off to the kitchen. A little later, dad calls me to the living room. It seems she has "told on me" to my dad. He asks why I yelled at mom. I explained the situation. Then he says something totally off-topic: "You don't understand what we've done for you, all we've done for you..." I cut him off, "I understand that, but that has nothing to do with what happened." Dad starts again, "No, you don't understand. We've done so much for you for 18 years..." I reply, "Yes, I understand that, but that has nothing to do with what happened. She knows I don't like people's feet on me." I turned to mom who is in the kitchen, "I'm sorry I yelled at you, mom, but you know I don't like that." She doesn't even look at me. Dad tells me to apologize (yes, after I just did) and give her a hug. I go over to her, apologize again, and she still doesn't even look at me. At this point a hug is either too fake or too hard for me to do. I tell my dad, "She doesn't care that I'm sorry," and go up to my room and I've been studying bio/ thinking about it since. What's worse, I've been in my room almost all night, and nobody (not even my brother?) came in to say goodnight.
I hate these days.
I don't want to come back home this weekend; not if my own parents don't respect me. Honestly though, the way my dad was speaking to/ at me, I think he may have secretly agreed with me because of how he paused in between his sentences. I think he just made me apologize to get the "fight" over with. Whatever.
The thing is, my mom knows this. She's done it many times, I've told her how I feel many times, and she's acknowledged it in the past. But for some reason she still does it. I'll explain:
I'm sitting on the couch with my brother, watching a show on my laptop. My mom comes and sits next to me, but is facing me. Her back is resting on the armrest, her feet are facing me. She starts talking to us, and asks me a question. While she asks me, she nudges the outside of my thigh with her foot to get my attention. My first reaction is to jerk my leg away, and I do (quite violently). I know she sees my jerk my leg away. While I'm looking at her, she asks me a second question (or asks me that first question a second time, I don't remember) and nudges me with her foot again. That time I pretty much lose it. "Don't do that!" She just kind of looks at me. "Why do you do that?" I can tell she's getting mad now, but I have to say this. "I've told you a million times that I don't like that!" She just looks at me at that point, and mutters, "Forget it," and walks off to the kitchen. A little later, dad calls me to the living room. It seems she has "told on me" to my dad. He asks why I yelled at mom. I explained the situation. Then he says something totally off-topic: "You don't understand what we've done for you, all we've done for you..." I cut him off, "I understand that, but that has nothing to do with what happened." Dad starts again, "No, you don't understand. We've done so much for you for 18 years..." I reply, "Yes, I understand that, but that has nothing to do with what happened. She knows I don't like people's feet on me." I turned to mom who is in the kitchen, "I'm sorry I yelled at you, mom, but you know I don't like that." She doesn't even look at me. Dad tells me to apologize (yes, after I just did) and give her a hug. I go over to her, apologize again, and she still doesn't even look at me. At this point a hug is either too fake or too hard for me to do. I tell my dad, "She doesn't care that I'm sorry," and go up to my room and I've been studying bio/ thinking about it since. What's worse, I've been in my room almost all night, and nobody (not even my brother?) came in to say goodnight.
I hate these days.
I don't want to come back home this weekend; not if my own parents don't respect me. Honestly though, the way my dad was speaking to/ at me, I think he may have secretly agreed with me because of how he paused in between his sentences. I think he just made me apologize to get the "fight" over with. Whatever.
5.09.2006
Yep, It's Definitely Spring...
What's this? I seem to have a crush on a good friend of mine. How did this happen?
Eh, I'll get over it. Don't you worry: I won't, nay, can't act on it. It'd just be too wierd.
But anyway, I was talking to a friend of mine today, Henry (from the party? remember?), and he was talking about his ride home that night with Heidi. Apparently, Heidi and Henry regretted that Xiomara and Paul were together, because Henry found Xiomara quite *fetching* and Heidi found Paul equally as *fetching.* HA! Everybody likes my friends!!! Whoooo HOooo!!!
I hope the above makes sense. I still hate spring, though.
Oh, Henry reminded me of another memorable quote from Pulp Fiction:
Sam Jackson, pointing a gun to this guy's head: "Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!"
Guy Scared Out of His Mind: " Whhaatt??"
SJ: "Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!"
Guy Scared Out of His Mind: "What? What? I.."
SJ, cocks the gun: "Say 'what' one more time, goddammit! I dare you, I double-dare you! Say 'what' one more time!"
I hate having a one-bedroom place...so lonely...gross. I HAVEN'T SAID A WORD OUT LOUD FOR THE PAST 3 HOURS >:-/
Hey, what should I do about the crush?
Eh, I'll get over it. Don't you worry: I won't, nay, can't act on it. It'd just be too wierd.
But anyway, I was talking to a friend of mine today, Henry (from the party? remember?), and he was talking about his ride home that night with Heidi. Apparently, Heidi and Henry regretted that Xiomara and Paul were together, because Henry found Xiomara quite *fetching* and Heidi found Paul equally as *fetching.* HA! Everybody likes my friends!!! Whoooo HOooo!!!
I hope the above makes sense. I still hate spring, though.
Oh, Henry reminded me of another memorable quote from Pulp Fiction:
Sam Jackson, pointing a gun to this guy's head: "Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!"
Guy Scared Out of His Mind: " Whhaatt??"
SJ: "Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!"
Guy Scared Out of His Mind: "What? What? I.."
SJ, cocks the gun: "Say 'what' one more time, goddammit! I dare you, I double-dare you! Say 'what' one more time!"
I hate having a one-bedroom place...so lonely...gross. I HAVEN'T SAID A WORD OUT LOUD FOR THE PAST 3 HOURS >:-/
Hey, what should I do about the crush?
5.08.2006
Best Week(end) Ever
I wanted today's post to be a really cheery one, so I'm (are you ready?) skipping class today! I know, I know, my stomach's in knots as I type, but I have to do this at least once this quarter. Wow, that was terrible logic.
So, for today's post I'll describe my Cinco de Mayo weekend. Actually, the Cinco de Mayo part was more of just Thursday and Friday, but I digress:
Thursday:
My friend Mina invited me over to watch Lord of the Rings at his place later that night. I had to finish writing my cover letter and resume for a stupid career class I'm taking, so I finished as quickly as I could and drove across Davis to his place. When I got there at 9:00, Mina, Jeremy and Henry were playing video games (Final Fantasy 7, I believe). We chatted it up for a little while until Dave and Albert got there, and then after massive hugs, chatted it up for a while longer until Jon arrived.
Creepiest Part of the Night: When Jon arrived, we couldn't see him because of the layout of the apartment. All the light we had was coming from the TV, and Jon didn't say anything after slooowly opening the door. Then we kept asking, " Jon? Is that you? Jon?" Still nothing. THEN, the frigging crazy guy sloowly opens the fridge door (we still can't see him). Ahhh, that was soo scary, although I didn't make how scared I was too obvious, as I was hanging out with guys and all. Anyway, so we're about to put in LOTR, and somehow we all decided to watch Pulp Fiction instead.
BEST DECISION OF THE NIGHT.
So we start watching the movie at about 10.
Stupidest Joke of the Night:
Jeremy tried to tell us a joke about the origin of Cinco de Mayo. I feel ashamed that I'm even reproducing this, but sometimes the truth hurts:
Long ago, before Best Foods Mayonaise was named "Best Foods," it was named "Helmund's" Mayonaise. Based in Helmund, Germany, hundreds of crates of the mayonaise were to be shipped to Mexico via the Titantic, because after New York, the Titantic's next stop would have been Mexico. As we all know, the Titantic sunk, and along with it, all the mayonaise. And that's how we got SINKo-de-MAYO.
Again, I apologize. Profusely.
Anyway, Pulp Fiction is one of the two movies I've seen with a group of guys, myself being the only girl. The other movie was Clockwork Orange. I thoroughly enjoyed both of them. A few memorable quotes from Pulp Fiction:
"Oh, man, I shot Marvin in the face..." -John Travolta
"Oh, oh, you're about to blow? I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker!"-Samuel L. Jackson
"I want you to reach in the bag, slowly, and get my wallet out."
"Which one is it?"
"It's the one that says, 'Bad Mother Fucker.'"
Those are the three best quotes, in my opinion. I can even say the mushroom cloud one really fast, like Samuel L. Jackson :)
Anyway, so near the end of the movie, Heidi gets there, but we're only there for about 30 mins until we all leave, but it's all good, because we were all going to see each other the next night!!
Except Jeremy.
And Dave couldn't come, but we were actually bummed about that one.
Friday:
Obviously I didn't go home, and I was quite okay with that. My best friend from high school, along with her boyfriend, were going to join me for the night and party at Mina's place and meet my UCD friends. After giving Xiomara (pronounced Shamada) directions like twice :) they finally arrived and we all left to Mina's place. There are House Rules posted at Mina's house, one of which is to not bring 'shady friends,' and I thoroughly warned Xiomara and Paul of this. I was actually more worried that Paul would be all shy, but he got along with the guys right away. Xiomara had a good time and everything, but I think she and Paul got into a small argument before they came or something and she was kind of holding a bit of a grudge. Anyway, I was ecstatic to see Paul bonding with the guys, albeit through drinking, but they were still being cool. I was also really happy to see all my UCD friends trying really hard to chat it up with Xiomara, and she was trying really hard as well. I don't mean to say that she had a strained relationship with the guys, but I think it was more a bummer that she and I were the only girls there, until Heidi showed up. I also think she expected more of a party than a hang out type of thing. To be honest, I expected that too. Anway, at about 1 or so, Paul, Xiomara and I headed back to my place because they had to drive home to YC. I made tea for Xiomara so she'd stay up for the ride home and we talked about having dinner the next day, so....
(by the way, I went to sleep at about 2)
Saturday:
At 9am I had work (i know, i know..) and had a really interesting lunch conversation with Jorge. I regret it now, but I pretty much told him everything that had happened the night before. I think he was proud that I didn't drink or get stupid with Albert (the guy has the body of a god) or anything like that, AND I came to work on time, well dressed, bla bla bla.
So I got to YC at about 7 and took my brother to dinner with Paul, Xiomara and me. We had fun, Paul got along really well with Varun, and vice versa. We went home and found out that our cousins were there and were staying the night, so that was fun too.
Sunday:
Kind of a nice lazy day with the family. While watching the Food Network with my bro and mom, Varun and I decided we wanted chicken for dinner and went to the grocery store to get something. When we got there though, we changed our minds and decided we wanted to make an awesome dinner for our parents that my dad could really enjoy as well, as he's vegetarian. We found a recipe card for pasta primavera and started shopping for all the ingredients when mom called and told us we had more company over. That ended up being perfect because when dinner was over, we had over half left over. Made-from-practically-scratch pasta primavera with a pasta sauce. One of the only Italian dishes I've really enjoyed. My mom kept saying she didn't have to worry about me anymore. Oh and...
Best Part of the Night: My uncle jokingly said to my mom, "Parveen, Sonia cooks better than you!" Yeah, that family has a weird sense of humor. Then I said, "Nobody cooks better than mom." I think my aunt really liked that I said that.
And now, here I am, my class will be over in about 15 mins and then I need, need, need, to catch up. If you're still reading this, I'm thoroughly impressed. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed actually experiencing it all hahahaha.
So, for today's post I'll describe my Cinco de Mayo weekend. Actually, the Cinco de Mayo part was more of just Thursday and Friday, but I digress:
Thursday:
My friend Mina invited me over to watch Lord of the Rings at his place later that night. I had to finish writing my cover letter and resume for a stupid career class I'm taking, so I finished as quickly as I could and drove across Davis to his place. When I got there at 9:00, Mina, Jeremy and Henry were playing video games (Final Fantasy 7, I believe). We chatted it up for a little while until Dave and Albert got there, and then after massive hugs, chatted it up for a while longer until Jon arrived.
Creepiest Part of the Night: When Jon arrived, we couldn't see him because of the layout of the apartment. All the light we had was coming from the TV, and Jon didn't say anything after slooowly opening the door. Then we kept asking, " Jon? Is that you? Jon?" Still nothing. THEN, the frigging crazy guy sloowly opens the fridge door (we still can't see him). Ahhh, that was soo scary, although I didn't make how scared I was too obvious, as I was hanging out with guys and all. Anyway, so we're about to put in LOTR, and somehow we all decided to watch Pulp Fiction instead.
BEST DECISION OF THE NIGHT.
So we start watching the movie at about 10.
Stupidest Joke of the Night:
Jeremy tried to tell us a joke about the origin of Cinco de Mayo. I feel ashamed that I'm even reproducing this, but sometimes the truth hurts:
Long ago, before Best Foods Mayonaise was named "Best Foods," it was named "Helmund's" Mayonaise. Based in Helmund, Germany, hundreds of crates of the mayonaise were to be shipped to Mexico via the Titantic, because after New York, the Titantic's next stop would have been Mexico. As we all know, the Titantic sunk, and along with it, all the mayonaise. And that's how we got SINKo-de-MAYO.
Again, I apologize. Profusely.
Anyway, Pulp Fiction is one of the two movies I've seen with a group of guys, myself being the only girl. The other movie was Clockwork Orange. I thoroughly enjoyed both of them. A few memorable quotes from Pulp Fiction:
"Oh, man, I shot Marvin in the face..." -John Travolta
"Oh, oh, you're about to blow? I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker!"-Samuel L. Jackson
"I want you to reach in the bag, slowly, and get my wallet out."
"Which one is it?"
"It's the one that says, 'Bad Mother Fucker.'"
Those are the three best quotes, in my opinion. I can even say the mushroom cloud one really fast, like Samuel L. Jackson :)
Anyway, so near the end of the movie, Heidi gets there, but we're only there for about 30 mins until we all leave, but it's all good, because we were all going to see each other the next night!!
Except Jeremy.
And Dave couldn't come, but we were actually bummed about that one.
Friday:
Obviously I didn't go home, and I was quite okay with that. My best friend from high school, along with her boyfriend, were going to join me for the night and party at Mina's place and meet my UCD friends. After giving Xiomara (pronounced Shamada) directions like twice :) they finally arrived and we all left to Mina's place. There are House Rules posted at Mina's house, one of which is to not bring 'shady friends,' and I thoroughly warned Xiomara and Paul of this. I was actually more worried that Paul would be all shy, but he got along with the guys right away. Xiomara had a good time and everything, but I think she and Paul got into a small argument before they came or something and she was kind of holding a bit of a grudge. Anyway, I was ecstatic to see Paul bonding with the guys, albeit through drinking, but they were still being cool. I was also really happy to see all my UCD friends trying really hard to chat it up with Xiomara, and she was trying really hard as well. I don't mean to say that she had a strained relationship with the guys, but I think it was more a bummer that she and I were the only girls there, until Heidi showed up. I also think she expected more of a party than a hang out type of thing. To be honest, I expected that too. Anway, at about 1 or so, Paul, Xiomara and I headed back to my place because they had to drive home to YC. I made tea for Xiomara so she'd stay up for the ride home and we talked about having dinner the next day, so....
(by the way, I went to sleep at about 2)
Saturday:
At 9am I had work (i know, i know..) and had a really interesting lunch conversation with Jorge. I regret it now, but I pretty much told him everything that had happened the night before. I think he was proud that I didn't drink or get stupid with Albert (the guy has the body of a god) or anything like that, AND I came to work on time, well dressed, bla bla bla.
So I got to YC at about 7 and took my brother to dinner with Paul, Xiomara and me. We had fun, Paul got along really well with Varun, and vice versa. We went home and found out that our cousins were there and were staying the night, so that was fun too.
Sunday:
Kind of a nice lazy day with the family. While watching the Food Network with my bro and mom, Varun and I decided we wanted chicken for dinner and went to the grocery store to get something. When we got there though, we changed our minds and decided we wanted to make an awesome dinner for our parents that my dad could really enjoy as well, as he's vegetarian. We found a recipe card for pasta primavera and started shopping for all the ingredients when mom called and told us we had more company over. That ended up being perfect because when dinner was over, we had over half left over. Made-from-practically-scratch pasta primavera with a pasta sauce. One of the only Italian dishes I've really enjoyed. My mom kept saying she didn't have to worry about me anymore. Oh and...
Best Part of the Night: My uncle jokingly said to my mom, "Parveen, Sonia cooks better than you!" Yeah, that family has a weird sense of humor. Then I said, "Nobody cooks better than mom." I think my aunt really liked that I said that.
And now, here I am, my class will be over in about 15 mins and then I need, need, need, to catch up. If you're still reading this, I'm thoroughly impressed. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed actually experiencing it all hahahaha.
5.02.2006
If I Were You
You seem to find the dark/when everything is bright/ you look for all that's wrong/instead of all that's right/ does it feel good to you/ to rain on my parade?/ you never say a word/ unless it's to complain/ it's driving me insane.
If I were you/ holding the world right in my hands/ the first thing I'd do/ is thank the stars for all that I have/ If I were you
Look what's around you now/ more than you've ever dreamed/ have you forgotten just/how hard it used to be?/ So what's it going to take/ for you realize/ it all could go away/ in one blink of an eye/ it happens all the time
These are partial lyrics from Hoobastank's If I Were You.
Unfortunately I've met several people in my life who have never really realized how much they have. No matter how bad your day was, theirs was worse. If you just broke your leg, they broke both theirs at the same time when they were three, and nobody was home to help them, so they pulled themselves to a phone and dialed 911, and yadda yadda yadda. If you're having a good day, but they're not, they have to tell you all about how bad their day was so you feel bad for them. Damn pity mongers.
Moving away from home made me realize just how much I love my family and all they provide for me. Granted, I'm only an hour away, but little things freak me out, like forgetting to do homework, picking classes, changing my major. When I was at home, I always had my mom to talk to about this stuff and if that didn't work, I had dad and Varun. (I've realized they're a better choice in the advice dept. anyway.) It's just harder to deal with the little things when nobody else is around.
I guess my point is that I want people to think, "Am I one of those people who always complains and try to one-up people?" If you can't say you are, cool. Just check yourself when you get into a conversation with one of those people (better yet, check them). And if you are one of those people, don't be all sad about it. Try to be conscious of the way you think and what you say to people. When you say good, positive things to other people, even if it is about your own life, people will think pleasantly about you and genuinely enjoy your company. Try it, I dare you. See how long the conversation lasts and who ends it. (By who ends it, I don't mean who "gets the last word," punk.)
If I were you/ holding the world right in my hands/ the first thing I'd do/ is thank the stars for all that I have/ If I were you
Look what's around you now/ more than you've ever dreamed/ have you forgotten just/how hard it used to be?/ So what's it going to take/ for you realize/ it all could go away/ in one blink of an eye/ it happens all the time
These are partial lyrics from Hoobastank's If I Were You.
Unfortunately I've met several people in my life who have never really realized how much they have. No matter how bad your day was, theirs was worse. If you just broke your leg, they broke both theirs at the same time when they were three, and nobody was home to help them, so they pulled themselves to a phone and dialed 911, and yadda yadda yadda. If you're having a good day, but they're not, they have to tell you all about how bad their day was so you feel bad for them. Damn pity mongers.
Moving away from home made me realize just how much I love my family and all they provide for me. Granted, I'm only an hour away, but little things freak me out, like forgetting to do homework, picking classes, changing my major. When I was at home, I always had my mom to talk to about this stuff and if that didn't work, I had dad and Varun. (I've realized they're a better choice in the advice dept. anyway.) It's just harder to deal with the little things when nobody else is around.
I guess my point is that I want people to think, "Am I one of those people who always complains and try to one-up people?" If you can't say you are, cool. Just check yourself when you get into a conversation with one of those people (better yet, check them). And if you are one of those people, don't be all sad about it. Try to be conscious of the way you think and what you say to people. When you say good, positive things to other people, even if it is about your own life, people will think pleasantly about you and genuinely enjoy your company. Try it, I dare you. See how long the conversation lasts and who ends it. (By who ends it, I don't mean who "gets the last word," punk.)
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