Sometime between last year and this year, I managed to lose my umbrella. I'm pretty sure this means that I've left it at my family's house, but I'm not entirely sure. Either way, until this morning, I was without umbrella.
I'm walking along in the rain, and getting wet, and not minding it too terribly, though it is cold, and I have the following train of thought:
Gee, it's raining, I should get an umbrella sometime. Oh, wait, I can't get it now, because I don't have any money with me...I guess I left my card at home. Wait, I left all my cards at home. Darn. That means I have to go home to get my ID to take my test. Guess I won't be taking it right after this class. Darn, I'm late to class. Ooh...sprinklers-and it's raining, that's funny, I kind of wish I had my camera right now, the sprinklers kind of make the grass look moor-ish....
At this point, a young man who has an umbrella walks up to me and pulls another one out of his pocket. He holds it out to me and asks if I'd like it. The interesting thing is that I don't know this young man at all, and I don't know that I'd be able to recognize him if I saw him again, but I sure do appreciate him. I love the seeming randomness of it-who walks around with a spare umbrella in their pocked to give to dripping damsels? Either way, I've had my faith in the kindness of strangers restored, and I now own my very own umbrella.
Hooray for rain.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Misery
You know the saying, "Misery loves company?" I used to think that it meant simply that people who were miserable wanted people around them to be miserable too, and so they worked to make everyone miserable blah blah blah. Today I think I've discovered that misery often likes it's own company.
I had a really early morning, with quite a bit of stress, and I've been acting miserable all day. I'm sleep deprived, irritable, and not a whole lot of fun to be around at the moment. What have I been doing? Instead of pulling myself out of it, moving on, working to be more fun to be around, and smiling more, I've been, instead, wallowing in it. I've been a complete nerd all day, hoping for someone else to somehow magically make me feel better. I've mired myself in the muck of self-pity, and instead of bucking up and working my way out, I'm standing there with my arms up waiting for some soul to yank me out. It's like I've punched myself in the face a few times, scratched myself up, and then went and laid on the side of the road moaning hoping for some good Samaritan to come down the road and not pass on the other side.
With my attitude, I deserve to be passed by.
And so, dear friends, wherever you may be, please forgive my current mucky state. I've changed tactics, and am now pulling myself up, and working my way out of the mire. Please be patient, sympathize, empathize if you wish, but know that I'm working my way out, and feeling rather sheepish for it all.
I had a really early morning, with quite a bit of stress, and I've been acting miserable all day. I'm sleep deprived, irritable, and not a whole lot of fun to be around at the moment. What have I been doing? Instead of pulling myself out of it, moving on, working to be more fun to be around, and smiling more, I've been, instead, wallowing in it. I've been a complete nerd all day, hoping for someone else to somehow magically make me feel better. I've mired myself in the muck of self-pity, and instead of bucking up and working my way out, I'm standing there with my arms up waiting for some soul to yank me out. It's like I've punched myself in the face a few times, scratched myself up, and then went and laid on the side of the road moaning hoping for some good Samaritan to come down the road and not pass on the other side.
With my attitude, I deserve to be passed by.
And so, dear friends, wherever you may be, please forgive my current mucky state. I've changed tactics, and am now pulling myself up, and working my way out of the mire. Please be patient, sympathize, empathize if you wish, but know that I'm working my way out, and feeling rather sheepish for it all.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Shoes
Anyone who knows me in real life will not tell you that I am a fashion diva. My poor sister had to deal with me all through high school, and her good taste was offended by what is obviously a lesser sense of fashion in her older sister. Now, I don't dress disgustingly, and I like to look nice, but I am far from being "fashionable."
I was cleaning my room the other day, and organizing my shoes, when I realized that I seemed to have a large amount of them. I decided to count them today, and found that I have 52 shoes...
That's 26 pairs!! If I were to wear a different pair of shoes every single day, I could go nearly a month before I wore the same shoes twice.
WHY? An individual with as limited a fashion sense as mine has no business owning 26 pairs of shoes...it's just excessive!
The nice thing though is, that I haven't paid more than $15.00 for any pair of shoes in my closet. In fact, the majority of them cost me less than $10.00, and I've had some of them since 9th grade, so this is a collection that's been building over the past few years, but still...26 pairs?
I was cleaning my room the other day, and organizing my shoes, when I realized that I seemed to have a large amount of them. I decided to count them today, and found that I have 52 shoes...
That's 26 pairs!! If I were to wear a different pair of shoes every single day, I could go nearly a month before I wore the same shoes twice.
WHY? An individual with as limited a fashion sense as mine has no business owning 26 pairs of shoes...it's just excessive!
The nice thing though is, that I haven't paid more than $15.00 for any pair of shoes in my closet. In fact, the majority of them cost me less than $10.00, and I've had some of them since 9th grade, so this is a collection that's been building over the past few years, but still...26 pairs?
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