For the Price of a Cup of Tea.

So this morning - as i tiredly walked back from my 9 AM Neuropsychology Lab - I crossed that place in Mac Chown where all kinds of people set up booths for all kinds of reasons - from bake sales to political events.
I passed a table where there was an empty water jug on the table, 2 girls sitting down at a table with no fancy signs or cupcakes and another girl standing on a chair yelling "Change for Orphans". A couple booths down there was another set of girls dressed in pre-made t-shirts that were skin tight with a table full of delicious treats that co-ordinated with the t-shirts they wore, and loaded with endless amounts of your non dietary candy coded sugar balls. The glittery sign at the front of the booth read " Suport Brock Cheerleaders" - ( no i did not make a spelling mistake- this is what the sign read).
As i stopped to drop a couple of quarters in the empty water jug i noticed the abundance of people crowded around the baked goods, forking out money to "suport" the cheerleaders. I thanked the girls at the table for sticking around for such a good cause as i watched hundreds of people walk by the table pretending like they did not hear the girl who was standing on the chair yelling at the top of her lungs as they walked on looking down at their shoes, fiddling with their cell phones or stopping for the cheerleaders.

As i made my way to the library i couldn't shake the feeling of watching all of those people pretend like they did not know what was going on. Are people so involved in their everyday lives and so consumed with how they live their life that they think there are no other people in this world who need their help? What does it take to pop a new coins into a jar? No one was asking you to give up your home with your parents and move from foster home to foster home like these kids are doing. I don't understand how somewhere along the way we have deemed ourselves better then others. I don't understand how its okay to stop for the cheerleaders (who clearly need more help then we think because they can't spell) but not okay to stop for the actual causes of this world.

Good thing you didn't stop to give for those orphans.
What would the Cheerleaders tink?

Nerves normal. Breath normal.

nor·mal /ˈnɔrməl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[nawr-muhl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective

1.	conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.

I have come to believe that many people in today's society are obsessed with normality. Day after day you hear people say " i just want things to go back to normal." But what is normal really? And when people say that, can they even remember a time when they recalled their life to be "normal". I think that people try so hard for their lives to be normal, when really - theres nothing normal about them. And what constitutes a "normal" life anyway? Who sets the standards of whats normal and what isnt? We can't very well base normality on history because what was once history is now foreign to us and not considered normal in today's society. So whats normal today? Celebrity gossip, bleached blonde hair, fake tans and Ugg boots?- If normality is conforming to the "standard or the common type" then yes this is what it means to be "normal" in today's society.
If this is the unanimous idea of normality then i want no part in it. Im normal - and i dont even own Ugg boots. Just because we each live our lives a different way does not mean that we are not normal people. Its normal to want what other people have, its normal to try your best and still fail sometimes, its normal not to not be in a serious relationship all the time, its normal to want to do well and its normal to not want to do anything at all.
So the next time you hear someone say " thats not normal " - ask them how many tanning minutes they have left, or what colour Ugg boot they perfer.

The Moment i Said it...

A new year is upon us ( a little late i know ) but nonetheless its here.
At the end of a year people tend to look back on their year, think it over, decide what they thought was good about and what they regretted, hence New years resolutions. Regret especially is the kind of thing that once it happens... theres no turning back. Sometimes people say and do things just because its what they were feeling in the heat of the moment. We've all been there and we've all done it. The point in time when theres a slip of the tongue and instant regret the moment it has been said. Of course the immediate response when this happens is " i didn't really mean that..." but we all know that yes, we did. Somewhere deep down inside us we mean every single word of it. But we say we don't mean it because we know that it hurts someone else.
Maybe its our guilty conscious taking over for a quick recovery, or maybe its the fact that as much as something bothers us we do not have the heart to make someone else feel inadequate, unwanted, or unhappy. But what about the things that tend to bother you so much that you cant shake them. You tell yourself over and over that it doesn't bother you but really nothing has ever bothered you so much in your entire life. Do you take the chance and tell those people how they are really making you feel or do you keep quiet and suffer because... you'd rather see them happy.
I guess it depends on how much they mean to you.