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Oh, the places you'll go....

My co-worker recently brought this Dr. Seuss book into work.  I know she likes to read, as do I, but bringing in a children's book seemed ridiculous.  She told me to read it to see how right this book is about life.  So, I read it.  And read it again. And again.  Then I realized, though this is meant to be a children's book, with few words and silly illustrations, the message itself is meant for everyone.

In my opinion, no truer words have been written.


Oh, The Places You'll Go!



Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

 
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I hate being the extra-wheel.  Everyone tonight had someone to hold; someone to hold them.
For me, it was a constant reminder that I am alone.
I'm starting to get frustrated because I can't manage to find the right words to say to express how I'm feeling right now.........how do I put all of my feelings and emotions into words?
I am tired of being alone.  I am lonely.  I want companionship.
But when I say all this, I find myself in a bind.  It's not that I'm a loner.  Actually, I do have friends.  Many of them, whom I value and care deeply about, but what I'm seeking is something that reaches out beyond friendship.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say?  I feel like I'm stuck trying to express myself.
I want something greater than friendship.  I yearn for that intimate connection between two people--a connection that isn't necessarily physical, but a way to share your entire being.  Complete understanding and trust.
Something so intimate that it's treasured.
I really don't know if I'm making any sense here.  It's hard to be eloquent when you don't even know what you're trying to get at in the first place.
Unfortunately, I know this is never going to happen because I can't function enough socially to start a relationship.  I just feel that nobody wants me in that way.  Sure, I make a good friend, but nobody really wants me in a relationship.  What's wrong with me?  Why am I so relationship-retarded?
Why can 't I figure out what's wrong with me?  I'm so frustrated right now..............
I can't put my thoughts into words.  I'm alone.

Wtf is wrong with me......
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I officially survived my first year away at college.  It feels amazing.
I'll be home soon
 
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For so long now people have been making jokes about me and giving me shit, and you know what?  It happens.  I give my friends shit all the time.  But the time has come for it to be unacceptable.  Today alone, I got called out on so many things (even some things that were uncalled for).  I can't stand it anymore.  There is a fine line between poking fun at someone playfully and hurting someone.  Some of my friends crossed it today.  I've been going along with everything for so long because I hate conflict, but now this has gone too far.
"Go back to Alaska this, go back to Alaska that!"  "Why don't you just go back to Alaska?"
Well you know what?  I WOULD GO BACK TO FUCKING ALASKA IN A HEARTBEAT BECAUSE THE WAY THINGS ARE NOW ARE SHIT!  You try leaving your home for months and months at a time, trying to keep a strong connection with family and friends via costly phone conversations.  It costs too much to fly back on a whim because I'm homesick or because of family event.  You don't even know what it's like.  I miss home more than anything.  I miss my friends and family.  I miss the ocean.  I miss the trees.  Do you really want me gone so badly?  Well if it were up to me I'd get the fuck out of this place.
Give me two weeks.  I'll be home and I'll leave you behind in the dust.
 
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  My great-grandmother passed away two days ago at the age of 87.  She was born on November 5, 1921 in Ione, Oregon.  She is survived by two children, seven grandchildren, 19 great-grandchildren, and four great-great grandchildren.  I spent many summers of my youth visiting her.  She was the one who encouraged me to sing by singing me songs when I was a little girl.  As I got older I did not have the time or money to see her often.  I only got to see her once every other year or so.  When I found out that she wasn't doingn to well, I booked plane tickets to visit her as soon as school got out in May.  I needed to see her for the last time.  She knew her time was coming soon; she had been sick for quite some time.  I just, in some ways, wanted her to wait so I could have hugged her one last time.  I called her a week before her death, but a phonecall just doesn't seem like enough.  It's unfair.  Life is cruel.  But at least I have the comfort of knowing that she passed away knowing she was loved.  She started a legacy; a legacy that grew for generations.  She was loved, and that's what really counts.
 
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