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25 May 2006


Where am I going? I really couldn't tell you, but I know it's important. Everyone's life is important, you know. Sometimes, I think to myself, why don't old people just die? They're not doing anything anyways. Yeah, that's cruel. And I don't actually believe that, because you know, they're just as important as I am. Even though I have so much of my life ahead of me, and they have so little, they have a role in society, just like I do. They are the Makers of Garments, the Healers of Family Wounds. Seriously, they can give so much helpful encouragement and advice, because they've been through it all. Sometimes I think that they're not relevant to my life, but they are. People are the same on the inside, though we might act differently. We love, we hate, we cry, we yell, we flirt, we hurt, we praise, we criticize. People have been doing all of them since the Fall. And you know, I don't know how to react to those things. Maybe someone, out there, who I don't know, hates me. What if I meet him or her, and I realize that? What will I say to them? What can I say to them? I really, honestly, don't know. I will have to go through that, at some point in my life, I would expect, unless I become a hermit. I'll take all the advice I can get on that. How do I tell someone I don't love them? How do I tell someone I do love them(I won't be worrying about that quite yet :))? Whose shoulder can I cry on? How do I know if I've offended someone if they don't tell me? How can I tell someone that they're doing a good job without coming across as condescending? How can I tell someone what they're doing wrong without hurting them? I wish I could just, amalgamate all the memories and experiences that people have into one small package and put it in my brain. Maybe then I would know what I'm doing. Heh, you know, I do have a source for all the information I ever need, you know. I mean, I can talk to Him anytime I need some advice, and He'll give it. Wow, that's really cool.

I started my post meaning to talk about roles, but it didn't happen. That's OK, though, because it's still early :).