Monday, September 22, 2008

The Beginning

A few things from the past to start something new:

The thing is

if you really love a person (anyone - friend, family member, that someone) the YOU part is not so important. It's the THEM that matters. That means putting their needs before your own, laying your pride on the line, quieting your own heart so you can truly listen, recognizing and accepting the fact that you can't change them and never should for your own benefit, always speaking the truth in love, and sometimes...letting go.
The risks?
Heartache. It just can't be avoided. But i believe it is better for a heart to ache than be consumed by bitterness.
Losing yourself. There's a difference between loving someone unconditionally and allowing someone to walk all over you. You must learn where to draw the line. It is possible to love unselfishly without being controlled. It's also possible to get so wrapped up in trying to please and be liked that you place yourself at the disposal of another. To be controlled is not to be loved. To allow another person to become an aggresive, selfish being that drains the life from you is not to love. Sometimes, the best thing you can do for a person is to walk away.
The benefits?
Everything. A clear conscience, a clean heart, a free spirit, hope, the opportunity to see lives change, the satisfaction of knowing you've been true to yourself, no regrets, and most likely, a friend for life.
Try it. The people you truly care about, the one's you've been given to walk through life with, the friend that puts up with all your junk, that somone who looks past your imperfections and insecurities to see something beautiful.....Love them....more than you love yourself.

~Sept. 17, 2006

What are Onions and Abercrombie & Fitch, Alex

The answer, of course, is: Things that stink.

I ordered half a salad with my soup for lunch today. I didn't read the full description of the salad. I just got through the part that said apple slices and dried cranberries and knew instantly i wanted to eat it. I carried my lunch tray to an empty booth, arranged my food in front of me the way i like it, propped my feet up on the seat across from me, opened my book, and began to stuff my face and turn pages at the same time. "Mmmmm, delicious apples! Scrumptious dried cranberries! Crisp lettuce popping in my mouth! Zingy cheese crumbles! And what is that disgusting, obnoxious, biting flavor ruining the pleasent, delectible ones?!?!?!???" I look at my salad in horror already having guessed what detestable thing has invaded my previously perfect lunch....ONIONS!
GROSS! SICK! EWWW! RETCH!!! GAG!!! COUGH COUGH!! MAKE A FACE. DRINK WATER! WIPE TONGUE WITH NAPKIN. DRINK MORE WATER! GAG again. and again. and once more for good measure. I gingerly reached across the apples, through the dried cranberries, and very carefully, making sure to use only the tips of my fingers, remove the remaining intruders from my salad.
The damage is done though. My gums sting with the overwhelming, searing flavor the demon vegetable possesses. My breath REAKS (AND i have to go to the dentist in 2 hours), and worst of all, even though i barely grazed the upmost part with the tip of my fingers as i removed them, my fingers still stink. There's no way around it. They just stink, and they will until i get the bleach out once i'm home and detox my hands. Nothing smells worse and lingers longer than an onion....
Except for Abercrombie & Fitch.

~Feb. 18, 2008

1 comment:

Kara Dixon said...

Wow Melodious! You're a great writer!

Looking forward to lunch, ummm, we'll be sure to pass on the onions ;)