Monday, September 26, 2011

Dear r1, r2, j, and a few others

Dear r1, r2, j, and a few others I won't even bother initializing,

Have you ever been misunderstood? Well, apparently it happens. You see, some of you seem to have misunderstood me. How you ask, well since it seems I've put my house up for sale. Yes, I know shocking.

So what do you all do? You assume. Remember what that does. And it did. Why would I sell my house to follow a guy? Much less when I admit I've not got anyone, thats right, NO GUY, that I'm interested in dating? And yet, you still ask, or state that is why I am selling. Annoying and dumb.

No, I'm not following any of you anywhere. NO, I'm not following some guy from the internet, there is NO guy. How well you know me it seems to even make such an assumption. I feel so flattered to think that you think so highly of me that I'd just randomly drop my house and walk away from it for some random guy. Like I have no depth or life beyond that of following a guy. Apparently thats all I live for?

Why can't I just live life to the fullest and should some guy come along that added to it, he can be an accessory in the house, not the one I drop the house for? Or better yet, we're both in a happy place and the house doesn't even matter. It's just a thing. I can't take it with me when I die anyways. People around me, life, service to God, there's so much more than a house in the perspective of things.

And while I'm at it. Just because I'm nice to you doesn't mean I want you, that I am totally in to you, that I am in love with you, or that I want to date you. Can I just not be nice with no ulterior motives? Can I just be kind for no other reason than to do so?

And one date six months ago doesn't mean a thing. It was a date. Yes I got me some food and you got the pleasure of my company. Can I just be your friend with no expectations? Can we just not flirt for the sheer enjoyment of it without anything coming of it? Just because I flirt doesn't mean I'm in love with you. It just means I am honing my skills and sharpening my knives. You're my practice till the right guy comes along. And I'm letting you practice on me for the right girl.

Not selling my house for you, not wanting to date you, not dreaming of you tonight, not even wanting to cuddle with you tonight,


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Dear Wasps

Dear Wasps,

Why don't you die? I see you at my parent's house. I see you at my neighbors house, I see you at my house. I kill all your nests, and yet, you still survive.

And worst of all, when I was picking apricots, you stung me in my armpit. Of all the places to pick, you stung me there!

I would just like you to know, it's war. If I see you, I spray you, and you die.

Bring it on you icky little beasties!


Friday, September 9, 2011

Dear R,

Dear R,

I recall the moment I really saw you. It's like the light was turned on and there you were. Standing where you'd been all along, only I finally took notice of the amazing you I should've seen in all along. I felt bad. I wish I had been kinder, I wish I had been friendlier. I should've been better. I'm sorry. Forgive me. One day it looked like you were having a bad day and I felt like I should say something, only I didn't. I regret that. You deserve to know you are thought of especially when the days aren't going well.

I read a blog today that kinda goes along with what I was thinking. I really need to see the world through the eyes I've been blessed with:

The Way we See the World

Sometime today, take a few moments out of your busy life and make an attempt at really seeing.

Find something intriguing to focus on and put in the effort to notice the details: shapes, textures, negative spaces, light and shadow, contours, shades of color etc.

Contemplate for a minute, why that detail caught your attention and how it moved you once you took note if it.

Learning to really see the world is a labor common to the inventor, the writer, the leader, the musician, the teacher, the entrepreneur and anyone else who might bear the title of artist.

It's one of the reasons I get irked when people learn I'm a photographer and the first question out of their mouths is "which kind of camera do you use?"

I just point to my eyes.

The magic isn't in the black box, it's in the way we see the world.

Our vision begets creation.

The lenses through which we look determine the world we live in.
R, thank you for giving me a deeper perspective, a clearer lens to view the world. I'm sorry it took me so long to see you for who you really were. I will do my best to see my brothers and sisters around me in a positive and good light. I am surrounded by the most incredible people and I only need to really look at them to see that. Thanks for teaching me that.

Your friend,