part of loving is putting your self at risk... correct?
in order to build a relationship with anyone, (this encompasses all aspects of relationships, from work too the big M) you have to trust them. trust must be built a little at a time by opening yourself up too another through communication and risk taking. its an exchange of emotion that involves potential losses and gains that creates trust between two people.
with that said... if one person is unwilling to give anything in that exchange than there is no transaction occurring and there for no trust being accrued. If there is a failed transaction there is also a withdraw taken from that trust between two people and there is less than their was before. Its a simple concept. Why doesnt anyone get it?
leeh said you wrote that
it's in his journal
and i love that
it's amazing
perfect words
I had a microbio lab exam today that had me stressed out, but it was soo easy I started laughing when I left the lab. Two people saw me and they probably think Im crazy.
They are right.
After reading about all your classes, I was wondering what degree are you working on? I'm studying nursing now, although Ive pretty much just started. I'm not even taking any clinicals this semester.
I was thinking the same earlier when it caught on my textbook and I said SHIT!!! in the middle class. I should have had my hoodie zipped up. I'll change it as soon as can without hurting it.
Why don't you work at the YMCA (if there is one around you that is)? I mean, you have expressed interest in children, and you're a very happy, free spirit (minus your heart woes) and it is probably one of the most important jobs in the world. I think you'd be good at shaping young minds, if I do say so myself!
My best friend Claudia hated kids but needed the money and she ended up loving every freakin' second of it. She is just like you, young, amazingly talented, smart and energetic. The kids attached themselves right to her. You should see what something so little means to some kids....
In late 2000/early 2001 I was saving money to go to europe for a year and I ended up getting a job picking oranges on a farm in a small town in northern New South Wales called Goonellabah.. It was a job I really hated, and I had to sleep on THE most uncomfortable bed ever with no air conditioning.. The job was hard physical labour in stupidly hot weather (>40C) and there was no appreciation for it, but it paid $150 a day cash in hand... I worked there for a total of 12 weeks and went to europe for 7 months... Anyway in this small town there was an Aboriginal guy that used to sit at the pub all day, and he had some quite extravagant outfits.. One day he'd be dressed like a cowboy, the next day a 1940's gangster, the next day he's from the matrix wearing a leather trenchcoat... You get the idea... But the really odd thing was he was about 60. One day we decided to talk to him at the bar, so my friend goes up to him and asks his name and he said 'Vince' and my friend goes 'thats a lovely name' and Vince goes 'So why you wanna pick a fight with me??' and got all hostile... THis was on cowboy day...
Notice how my story incorporated 3 themes from your entry into this reply - the bed, the work dielemma and the black cowboy... I'm happy with myself.
