The Greatness of Words

I remember, when I was younger my mother told me to control my anger by writing a letter.  Such a simple thing.  Write a letter expressing your anger rationally, after you have completed your letter and expelled the anger from your system, rip it up. Delete it. Throw it out. Forget about it.  Simple as that.
But no, I couldn't do that.
I could not forget.
I remember the anger in my words as I lashed out against that piece of paper.  That simple paper.  What has that paper ever done to me?
Had the loose leaf holes ever mocked me behind my back?
Had the computed paper snickered while I sniffled angrily jotting down ridiculous and completely irrational reasons to be angry?
No.
The paper was innocent, but the people weren't.
I remember after years all of the various letters I have written to quench my anger.  I believed this would make me feel better.  I also believed that it wouldn't.  I believed that these letters would not make a difference because there was no one there to read them, no one there to sympathize for me.
But I was right, and wrong.
These letters did help.
Writing these letters helped me experience the greatness of words.  These words could heal once to be thought impenetrable wounds, but words can also cause them.
It's your choice, to love or to hate, to feel or to ignore.  Choose wisely, choose now.

The Broken Lock

Sometimes you find objects that symbolize or relate to you.  For me, it was my broken door lock.  It wasn't the lock itself, just the part of the whole door-knob-contraption-thing that keeps the door shut after closing it.  For years it has been bothering me that when I slam my door shut, it would just pop back open with a smile on its face knowing that I had, yet again, been defeated.  It doesn't help when my floor is at such an angle that will actually allow the door to gracefully open again after I try to forcefully shut it.  The other day I decided to finally something about it!  Finally! I had thought, Years of subconscious suffering will be finally extracted from the environment in which I live and breathe in.  Turns out that I did triple the amount of work I was supposed to do by opening up 8 extra screws that are completely irrelevant and are there for the sole purpose of frustrating a person. The screws then decided to join together and try to confuse me by each screwing in a different direction.  Eventually I got open the box hidden inside of my door frame that was indeed the culprit of my frustration for so many years.  I opened it up and worked for a while figuring out its evil ways.  Turns out it was one little t-shaped piece that had slid off of the track and needed to be placed back on.  Well this little demon didn't want to cooperate so I even wasted more time trying to figure it out.  When I finished, knob back on and screwed tight, I shut the door and it clicked shut with a satisfied sound.  I then tried to open the door to share my brilliance with the rest of the house; of course I had to have done something wrong, right? I reach for the door knob and try to turn it, again and again, it was locked shut.  I was stuck, panicking, I redid everything that had taken me so long to do in an equal amount of time (minus the 8 screws) and got the knob to turn with great difficulty.  I then sat at my desk for a moments rest when someone came barging through my door, turning the knob so fiercely that the piece slid off of the track and again, it was broken.  Now I happen to fix this lock three times daily, at min.  Today was different though.  I was more of a mess because of a missing item after a long vacation and was at the point of breaking down when someone came to help.  This had never happened before.  Someone actually sat down next to me, took the screw drivers out of my hand, and then got as frustrated as I did the first time I tried to figure out the mechanics from the lock from hell.  This is where the while symbolism comes into play.  The lock is broken can mean that things get rough, people get stupid, feelings get hurt.  The lock is fixed means things are resolved.  After a few moments of happyness, the lock breaks again and the world is once more in ruins but it always helps when you have a friend along side you just as mad as you are at the stupid lock.

The Mysterious Dove

You know what I find interesting? We spend so much time feeling as though we are missing something, although most of us arn't aware of what that something is.  Then all of the sudden, things start happening.  Like the falling pieces of dominos, everything starts to click into place. I, myself, have found myself a dove. Of course, this is all metaphorically speaking.  Nonetheless, this dove has appeared to have been able to do wonderful things!!  And it's all to myself! Oh, joyful days-they will not be able to stop this time.

The Wondrous Summer Assignment . . . and the Dumbing Down of America

As this charming summer seems to progress along quite nicely many students, including myself, are braced with hours of back-wrenching summer homework.  Ah, yes; the infamous talk about the so called worst part of the summer.  But oh contrary my exquisite friends!  Summer homework allows the feeble minds of the once great thinker’s to be able to open up the wondrous gates of their own minds, and allow the so-called “gears” to begin to churn once more.  I, myself, am already a majority of the way finished.  On those scorching (yet gorgeous nevertheless) beach days, when there is nothing more to do – because you’re either surrounded by the not so voluptuous eyesores or you just may be one of those grouchy I-hate-water goers – there is nothing better to do then to grab your summer assignments and get to it while the sun is applying a fresh, thick coat of skin cancer along your exposed backside.  America is known for its depleting education systems.  I say we must fight back!!  Embrace the power of your geometry textbook and don’t fear those physics calculations.  We musts help discontinue the so-called “dumbing down of America”.  Otherwise….I heard India has some call centers open with jobs needed.  Best of luck!

4th of July-Family Time

Today is the glorious 4th of July.  For some, it means celebrating the many years this great country has been together and when we broke away from British rule; for others, it means a night of drinking, fireworks, and relentless shouting throughout the streets at many ungodly hours of the night.  The majority of people (or possibly the minority, I haven't witnessed much of the dark underbellies of our country) take this day as an excuse to spend time with their families, barbecuing and sharing stories of past events that occurred before their last encounter.  Some families have that crazy Aunt that never married, just sitting alone in the corner muttering to herself about the good ol' days.  Other families have the ubiquitous drunk Uncle, in my case, I have an hysterically funny Uncle who can always turn a situation into a comedy show.  Although I, myself, do not have much of the stereotypical family members, I do have something better; a loving family that I only get to see every few months!  This may upset some people, to see family members so infrequently.  I see it as a positive thing.  More time to catch up instead of awkward moments where nothing is said.  All-in-all, the 4th of July is more of a family catch-up than celebrating the countries "birthday".  With that said, Happy Birthday America!

The Beginning

So, I've started this blog because for some obvious idiopathic reasons.  This is not supposed to bring me to some sort of challenge.  Along with the 15,000 pieces of homework for my various classes that I must compile, this shall be the type of writing that is not so lifeless as the 20 piece work for my lovely history classes. Let's see how it goes.