Forgive me Blogland, for I have sinned. It’s been I don’t even know since my last post. Then again, I had other things to occupy my time with and I still make it a rule to live my life offline, not on it. That, and being in America was confusing to me in more ways than one. Some of my experiences threw me off kilter in ways I never held possible. Some positive, others negative – but all real. I’m thankful for all of them; I think they gave me an opportunity to learn more about myself and what I want out of life. Part of me really believes that sometimes you need to be completely cut off from your normal life to rediscover yourself, and what other people mean to you. I did… and I’m grateful.
That said; MAN are the groceries expensive in America! No wonder everyone is broke. Even with the Euro to Dollar currency advantage that I had, I spent more on groceries there than I ever have in any other country. On top of that, even the ‘fresh’ products didn’t taste very fresh either – at least to me. Maybe the Netherlands have spoiled me vegetable-wise, I don’t know. All I can say is that food-wise I’m very glad to be back home.
…And I took someone with me! No, unfortunately not James… But meet our dog!
Cute, no? Her name is Ginny, and she’s a 27-week-old “Sheprador”. No, I didn’t know that was a word either. But apparently these Labrador Retriever and Australian Shepherd mixes are fairly popular these days. I wouldn’t know, though, I picked her for her personality. We adopted her from the San Antonio Humane Society, and dropped close to 700 Dollars on veterinarian bills since July 10th. On top of the vaccinations she needed to be treated for Giardia (a parasite) and Demodex (a mite). She still has the Demodex, which resulted in bald spots on her nose and legs, but I’ve been told it’s a slow process, and I’ll see her through it even if it costs me ten years and 700 bucks more. We love her all the same . She’s doing much better in semi-cold and windy Holland than she did in boiling Texas, and enjoys running in place while I hold her back on the leash with all my weight. We start Doggy School September 6th
I honestly don’t know. All the things I want in life require some more time. For one thing, when I’m finally the kind of psychologist I want to be, I’ll be 28 to 30 years old. I want to own a house some day, but that isn’t something you can do whenever you please. Unless your mommy and daddy are millionaires.
If anything, I think people would end up unhappy because they don’t have the time to change their minds. It would be nice to think nobody would longer postpone things and say they’ll do them ‘one day’, but in reality we’d still be left with expectations. Go to school, go to university, marry, have babies. Given, not everyone wants these things, but the ones that do (like me) would be in quite a pickle. “I’m not sure if I want to have children with this man/woman… but who knows when I’ll find one that I’m sure about, let’s GO!” And voila, you’re stuck in an unhappy marriage and secretly resent your kids for it. The only upside would be that you’re dead by forty.
I always try to do what I believe in, whether it’s the big things or the small ones. For one, I’ve switched majors twice, albeit financially speaking it might’ve been a wiser choice to stick to it. I started out as a Journalism major, because I thought this would give me the chance to make a living doing what I love to do most: writing. Unfortunately Journalism wasn’t something I felt passionate about at all. I hate the mentality they seem to want you to have, and the strict rules you have to follow while writing. I’m still glad I didn’t continue studying Journalism, because I’m sure I would’ve lost my love for writing altogether.
Another thing is that I do charity work, instead of some mind-numbing job that happens to pay. I started out working with children that had to stay in the hospital for a long period of time, because the specialist in their disease is located in our hospital. However, it isn’t too uncommon for their parents to live on the other side of the country. Since a lot of them have other children who go to school and/or a job, it’s impossible for them to stay with their kids in the hospital for several months. I really enjoyed doing this, but fortunately there aren’t a lot of cases like this. When there was nothing for me to do at the hospital, I started working with terminally ill patients, but I had to give that up because given my health I couldn’t be there ten hours each week AND go to school AND study. However, my ‘boss’ told me the hospital contacted him again because they might need someone, and he promised to fill me in somewhere this week.
However, I do realize that I’m lucky to be able to do these things. If it wasn’t for the monthly ‘allowance’ I get from the state for being a student, I’d be working any shitty job they’d throw my way if that meant I could pay for university. It requires a bit of luxury to be in the position that you can actually do what you love. Do I believe in trying your best to find something that makes you happy? Absolutely. Do I think you should feel ashamed if you’re just trying to get by instead of pursuing your dream because you have bills to pay or mouths to feed? Absolutely not.
Oh God, where do I start? There’s loads I’d want to change about the world, but I think what I long for most is for people to accept and respect each other.
I actually had a very heated discussion with someone today about the US Weekly cover with Elton John, David Furnish and their adorable baby Zachary that got a “family shield”. The fact that someone saw it necessary to “protect” children from two loving parents who finally have a baby of their own makes me so angry. In my opinion, children need protection from the people who think such a shield is necessary. I sure as hell wouldn’t want my kids around a bunch of ignorant and intolerant a*holes.
Unfortunately, not everybody feels this way. As mentioned, a heated debate took place today between me and some girl. I won’t bore y’all with the entire conversation, but here’s how it ended:
Girl that shall remain nameless: “Oh but I’m not saying it’s their fault. They can’t help it, it’s a disease.”
At that point I totally lost my cool. I honestly wanted to grab her by the hair and smack her head against the table, but they frown upon that at our university so I decided against it. All I said was “You know what? You’re not worth it” and walked away very calmly. I was boiling inside, though. I simply cannot fathom the audacity of people like this!
… I just realized that this post started out with me wishing for people accepting and respecting each other. Ha. But no, I can’t respect people like these. I’d buy them a ticket for Oceanic Flight 815 (LOST, anyone?) any day.
Anywho, to get back on topic – Yes, there should be more acceptance and respect… Except for people who don’t show any.
No, I don’t think so. I have some ‘Once I Win The Lottery’ dreams that will probably never happen (not before I win the lottery, at least!), but when I say I will do something, I will do it 98% of the time. Sometimes it just takes me a while to get to it .
…Huh. I guess that was a short one today