Is Someone Getting the Best of You?
(Best of You)
There is a group named the Foo Fighters who have made a song and asked this question. When I heard the song, it really clung to me. I think it is a fabulous question. It is a question that everyone should ask themselves. I have asked myself this and I know I have a habit of doing the most and being insulted if someone tries to return the favor. I am a giver but a really sucky receiver. At first I felt that the question could be translated into Is someone taking advantage of you or manipulating you? Sometimes givers don't realize that they are being taken advantage of, or they are giving someone their very best and the person doesn't deserve or appreciate the extra effort. I also feel that it could also mean, "Are you giving anyone the best of you?" Someone or something in your life should get your highest, your greatest, you premium, your special,- the most wonderful part of you. Whether its love or attention, or even a strong work ethic, something should receive the most potent and concentrated passion you have. Think about it really think about it. Who or what gets your best? Are your giving your best wholeheartedly or is it from obligation or a chore? Do they deserve it. It's easy to get into the just-enough-to-get-by funk and think that's good enough. In a lot of areas in life, that might do, but something or someone should receive your very best. Giving to the wrong people can make you tired and the people who deserve it won't receive it (hopefully that makes sense to you). Hmmm...great song.

Boys (Men) and their toys

I am not at all male bashing, but this must be said. Mind you this is coming from a former tomboy extraordinare. There are not many things that twenty five year old women and ten year old girls can enjoy simutaneously... Unlike our male counterparts. I am speaking of video games! Ladies, how many times have you accidentally stepped in front of the television set while a guy is playing the almighty stank out of a Madden game? The obsession, bloodshot eyes, the livingroom tournaments...curse words rise above the coffee table while the spicy scent of testosterone seeps into the sofa...It's amazing to watch a young boy and a grown man make the same face and exclaim the same phrases, attempting to achieve the same goal. I feel that men maintain their youth longer than women. This can be envied and scoffed at but it is simply amazing to watch the pure unadulterated passion that spews forth by both man and child- ridiculously cute...heavy on the ridiculous, light on the cute...

~gotta love the fellas!

Something else...my *eggtooth

I put away my eggtooth, I have slowed my exodus... I'm sure all young adults, like myself, have found themselves in similar situations. Trying desperately to chip away (more like jackhammer) their shell and break free of childish things and to emerge shiny, new, and grown. Not an adult, but grown. Everyone becomes an adult when they turn 18 (21 respectively) but grown is something you acquire. Being in your early twenties, you tend to try to prove to yourself and others that you have everything imaginable under complete and total control, not one mistake can be found. Though the older you get you find that these goals are irrational and no is perfect, and true growth and discovery is found within the mistakes. So, my fellow young people, take heart and enjoy the creamy white interior of your shell, there is time to leave and take on the responsibilites of life. Have fun, watch a cartoon or two with your younger siblings, take them to the park and slide down the slide with them, or draw with crayons. We all must take our time and slowly emerge. Don't waste your dynamite...

*A hard toothlike projection from the beak of embryonic birds, or from the upper jaw of embryonic reptiles, that is used to cut the egg membrane and shell upon hatching and that later falls off... just in case you didn't know

I couldn't sleep

Do you remember the show My-S0-Called Life? I had a hard time sleeping last night and I stayed up and watched it...to tell you the truth, I could have gone to bed but I have recently fallen back in love with the show. I belive it is Claire Dane's first acting gig, akward and redheaded. I sat there thinking, "God why can't they make shows like this anymore?" In a world overrun by (false) reality television, ghastly news programs and the like, it's refreshing to watch a show that is well written and easy to relate to. There are unfortunately many out of work writers who could add to the benign televison selection available today, but instead Hollywood figures its true to get "real" people to do riduculous things and pay them a comparatively small sum in return, thus creating a larger profit. It benefits them but causes our brains to calcify in pure bordeom.
The episode consisted of fifteen year old Angela (Danes) being pressured into sex by her boyfriend. It is such an important topic and is pertinent to teenagers but has somehow has not been brought up. If I could bring back shows, this one would definitely be one of them.