in communications class my professor briefly people that never show emotions therefore no one knows if they're mad, sad, glad, or angry. You just never know what they're thinking.
hmm, i wouldn't know anything about such people, no sirree.
kind of odd though, you have the surface and then beneath...
both are genuine but one is more real than the other. the top part it was everyone sees and there are some emotions that almost never touch that portion.
anger, sadness, showing of what i'm thinking...
never reaches the surface.
frustration does surface from time to time, but it rather shows when the surface grows thin because the portion beneath is boiling up and expanding...
hmm.
today i was thinking today of all the obvious ways to interpret things.
things that i just know and maybe more difficult concepts or pathways certain things have to reason.
and yet in many things none of that applies to me.
i pity the person that tries to make sense of me indeed!
obvious answers not true, crazy routes to sense iffy, but perhaps something in the general direction of me messing up or all of those scars that were ripped open.
hmm.
not necessary to know why, most of the time the answer is just sitting in my head without trying to find it yet not in this case.
*random
my theory teacher however had it right that i would run along a river trying to step in the same river twice while trying to post about it on facebook!
...okay, so i'd wait until i was home to post about it.
haha, i must try this now even though it really makes no sense.
...and the head of the music department called me 'so wonderfully weird' yesterday as i was joking around with my old band director, making everyone laugh in the process.
today she came laughing hysterically on her way out of the cafeteria, looking quite like the green goblin, and hugged me tight and walked on, still laughing.
a guy walking behind me asked what she was so happy about and she said 'Oh, nothing, I'm just being wonderfully weird!'
...
that made me smile.
haha!
random:
the lady from church indeed got to come to the concert, she enjoyed it so much. it's lovely to see her smile...
ha, and she said i was the prettiest one, that we were all so beautiful and handsome but...
*pulls me in close and whispers in my ear*
"you really were the prettiest one up there!"
i do hope she is doing alright...
the old man at church that died was very good friends with her. they looked out for each other and it was hard on her...
when she sent Birthday or anniversary cards to people she would always sign it 'Your old friends,' and put both of their names.
random:
when i was little i would get cut up have to visit the school nurse every do often, the nurse was the wife of one of my mom's college friends and i enjoyed visiting with her. i believe my family went to visit her house a few times.
kindergarten to eighth grade we had the same school nurse, when i sprained my knee in 8th grade and no one was there to help me, no, i take that back there were dozens of kids running around in the gym around me it's that no one paid attention to me, at any rate i had to crawl over to the wall because i couldn't walk at all.
after borrowing crutches from a guy that was 6'4" at the time (very tall crutches) i hopped my way down to see her in her office with the blue wall and basset hound photos.
(great scot, and i just now notice that it's odd that no one helped me down the hallway. ah well. took me a bit and hurt like crazy but the crutches worked.)
ha, i remember not understanding why people would go to the nurse just to lay down because they felt sick, i couldn't comprehend not just sucking it up and moving on.
not because my parents were that way, but i was just that way.
ha, yet all the same i would wave, stop by to say hello, ask how her dogs were doing, see what was going on during one of my many solo trips to the library, tell her what i was reading...
she had a smiling face and cared.
i didn't have a lot of that in school.
regardless, i bring this up because yesterday morning she lost her fight with breast cancer.
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