It's a great feeling to know that I was a part of something amazing in high school. We weren't an innovative team or the next leaders of the world or young philanthropists of the year. But we were a group of friends whose legacy resounded through the halls for years. We were legendary. 4 years ago, and yet people can still recall remembering our group of friends. And I wasn't just a part of that. It was what it was because I was a part of that.
And that is what I think of when I need an upper. Thank you K. for reminding me of that.
That's my G.B.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Selfish
I really don't understand how some people can be so selfish when it comes to what they want when they see animals. They seem to only see pets as objects, with no feeling or thoughts for their own.
Sure they are cute, furry and fluffy. Of course you want to pet them, and they often love being scratched behind the ear and groomed. But they probably hate all the molestation and harassment and lack of personal space too. People think that they have pets for their own comfort and pleasure, that they can call their pet's name any time and they will run blindly to the only happiness that they know. Sometimes I wonder though if they just want their own time alone.
The worst part about pet owning is the owners though. Owners who don't know that it is their responsibility to train their pets properly. People who move away to college, away from their pets, and want one so badly that they impulsively buy one "because they already know how to take care of one." But there is no foresight into this decision to adopt an animal. No future plans, no responsibility with time, care, or opportunity. They realize they don't have time to play or train their pet, and end up giving them away.
And that is horrible.
That poor creature has no idea why they aren't getting attention, what they did wrong to be sent away from who they recognize to a stranger and be expected to show the same level of trust.
Damn you, people. These are lives, too
Sure they are cute, furry and fluffy. Of course you want to pet them, and they often love being scratched behind the ear and groomed. But they probably hate all the molestation and harassment and lack of personal space too. People think that they have pets for their own comfort and pleasure, that they can call their pet's name any time and they will run blindly to the only happiness that they know. Sometimes I wonder though if they just want their own time alone.
The worst part about pet owning is the owners though. Owners who don't know that it is their responsibility to train their pets properly. People who move away to college, away from their pets, and want one so badly that they impulsively buy one "because they already know how to take care of one." But there is no foresight into this decision to adopt an animal. No future plans, no responsibility with time, care, or opportunity. They realize they don't have time to play or train their pet, and end up giving them away.
And that is horrible.
That poor creature has no idea why they aren't getting attention, what they did wrong to be sent away from who they recognize to a stranger and be expected to show the same level of trust.
Damn you, people. These are lives, too
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Pain
Oh my sweet heavenly omnipotent being. Today my house ran the Spartan Beast. 13.5 miles of mud in freezing cold, rainy, windy conditions over 5 hours of 26+ obstacles. It was miserable to say the least. But I still had fun because it was a great experience. Ok, my hands feel like they're broken. I'm going to be sooooo sore tomorrow. Not looking forward to that :(
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I'm fucking useless. I'm 21 years old, in my last year of college, and I've never had a real job in my life. I'm tired of this goddamn bullshit about needing experience and references to get any position, when I'm trying to get these positions so that I actually have some experience for shit I actually want to do in my future. Why can't the world cut me a break. I would trade so much just for the opportunity to be a work slave.
Fuck me
I have never gotten a legitimately competitive position. I've had a couple boring assignments that meant nothing, and were easy to get because nobody else wanted to do them, but I've never had a smallish important position that other people wanted, too. I'm just inferior to everyone. Apparently I'm not even good enough to wash fucking dishes and put numbers into Excel.
Fuck me
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Of Growing Up, or "why I am losing faith in humanity because our children are punk ass little shitheads"
A girl died yesterday from my hometown.
She was a freshman who committed suicide from bullying, and it's only been a few weeks into the school year for them. I didn't know her, but this is rocking our community.
It's amazing how different an experience can be for some people. Saratoga is known as being "the Bubble," a tight-knit community of friendly old white people and successful Indian CEO fathers, but also of helpful and thoughtful young adults as well. Our streets are clean (well, we really only have suburbs and mountains) and there is no crime (except right next to the freeway and kids stealing beer from Safeway). The biggest thing that had happened to our high school was a cheating scandal about grades. And then my senior year there like 30 juniors got suspended for marijuana. But that's it. I wasn't the most popular person, but I still had a lot of friends. Even though the music department ruled the school and most of my friends were in band, I had no problem talking to other people from different clicks. I was friendly with the sports people (my volleyball prowess didn't exactly make me a jock) and I could always strike up a conversation with the thespians or the Yu-Gi-Oh kids or the guys who were always playing games on their TI-89s. I hung out with underclassmen, talked to parents that knew me from something random, and never, ever felt threatened in my community. That's the way it was for me in Saratoga. Middle school was awkward,girls friends had drama, but we led a safe, content life.
My girlfriend says that kids today are getting a lot meaner, and I would have to say that this is true. There are so many heartbreaking examples of kids doing horrible things to each other, when I can't think of ONE example right now when kids in my grade growing up would ever do anything less than help out. We were good kids, made form a good mold, and even though we were different on the outside we all had good hearts. And now, look at this. The bullying in MY community led to this result? I don't believe that people are born this way, they pick up this behavior because they haven't been brought up in an environment that makes kindness and empathy a priority. That is not the Saratoga that I grew up in.
Is it wrong to feel anger now? This is a community where everyone knows everyone, or at least knows someone who knows them. How would parents feel knowing that their little shit of a child bullied this poor girl so badly that she felt she needed to do this? If I wasn't considered an adult, and I had a time machine, I would go back and talk to this girl. Be her friend, show her empathy and kindness. I feel like I am the type of person who tries to help the outsider fit in (hopefully I don't sound too conceited here). I would walk with her while she was at Redwood (our middle school) and beat the living crap out of any boy, girl, or retarded annelid gonad of a child that thinks it is ok to pick on someone else. Kids these days need a direction and support.
This anger does not drown out my sorrow, or the support from our neighboring communities, rival high schools, and alumni. But in some words, as already posted on my Tumblr, and taken from one of my friends who has already said this, "It is so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shown at all." - John Steinbeck. I hope my kids will be good people.
A little kindness goes a long way.
She was a freshman who committed suicide from bullying, and it's only been a few weeks into the school year for them. I didn't know her, but this is rocking our community.
It's amazing how different an experience can be for some people. Saratoga is known as being "the Bubble," a tight-knit community of friendly old white people and successful Indian CEO fathers, but also of helpful and thoughtful young adults as well. Our streets are clean (well, we really only have suburbs and mountains) and there is no crime (except right next to the freeway and kids stealing beer from Safeway). The biggest thing that had happened to our high school was a cheating scandal about grades. And then my senior year there like 30 juniors got suspended for marijuana. But that's it. I wasn't the most popular person, but I still had a lot of friends. Even though the music department ruled the school and most of my friends were in band, I had no problem talking to other people from different clicks. I was friendly with the sports people (my volleyball prowess didn't exactly make me a jock) and I could always strike up a conversation with the thespians or the Yu-Gi-Oh kids or the guys who were always playing games on their TI-89s. I hung out with underclassmen, talked to parents that knew me from something random, and never, ever felt threatened in my community. That's the way it was for me in Saratoga. Middle school was awkward,
My girlfriend says that kids today are getting a lot meaner, and I would have to say that this is true. There are so many heartbreaking examples of kids doing horrible things to each other, when I can't think of ONE example right now when kids in my grade growing up would ever do anything less than help out. We were good kids, made form a good mold, and even though we were different on the outside we all had good hearts. And now, look at this. The bullying in MY community led to this result? I don't believe that people are born this way, they pick up this behavior because they haven't been brought up in an environment that makes kindness and empathy a priority. That is not the Saratoga that I grew up in.
Is it wrong to feel anger now? This is a community where everyone knows everyone, or at least knows someone who knows them. How would parents feel knowing that their little shit of a child bullied this poor girl so badly that she felt she needed to do this? If I wasn't considered an adult, and I had a time machine, I would go back and talk to this girl. Be her friend, show her empathy and kindness. I feel like I am the type of person who tries to help the outsider fit in (hopefully I don't sound too conceited here). I would walk with her while she was at Redwood (our middle school) and beat the living crap out of any boy, girl, or retarded annelid gonad of a child that thinks it is ok to pick on someone else. Kids these days need a direction and support.
This anger does not drown out my sorrow, or the support from our neighboring communities, rival high schools, and alumni. But in some words, as already posted on my Tumblr, and taken from one of my friends who has already said this, "It is so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shown at all." - John Steinbeck. I hope my kids will be good people.
A little kindness goes a long way.
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