I don’t understand. These were in my closet. No direct exposure to heat. Yet look. The shoe has just melted. What is going on?
I found out on Thursday that a former co-worker committed suicide. I found out that the co-worker was battling through depression. The co-worker was 27 years old, just one year older than me.
We weren’t co-workers for a long time. I was on my way out anyway but we spent several months working together, sharing laughs, all that stuff. We weren’t real buddy buddy or anything, but we spent pretty much every day of the week together working on things.
This is the first time I have ever dealt with suicide personally. Even though we weren’t close, this still hits home to me. I don’t know what it is like to be in depression. I don’t know what it is like to truly consider and go with suicide.
I know I can’t fix anything now. I just don’t know how to handle it. Somebody, pretty much my age, was going through this and it’s done. It’s frightening.
Prayers to the family. And maybe God can also find a way to comfort me as well during this time. I just don’t know what to do.
I think it was my freshman year in college and I was in my sociology class. My pothead of a professor was amazing in telling me so many things about the world and how people act. It opened up a new world of understanding. I used to just assume people had to be one thing and their train of thinking had to be like mine. It’s still a habit I have, but I don’t hold on to it.
One of the things that I started to understand more was homeless people. I am not a saint in any way when it comes to them. Sometimes I just walk by them because I have places to go or I just don’t want to talk. But other times I really have sympathy for them. Sometimes I offer them a dollar. Sometimes I give them the extra food that I have. I try to help but it’s hard sometimes.
I have met homeless people who just take what is given to them and spend it on booze or some kind of addiction. Other times I just don’t know if they are trying to improve themselves or not. But every case is different. Every person is different.
I’m already sick and tired of seeing all these ice bucket challenge videos. It’s just too much. Everybody is doing it and sharing it on social media. I feel like it’s the new Kony 2014.
Let me preface this before I go deeper into this. I am not against raising awareness – although sometimes people raise awareness very poorly. I am not against raising money to help research to fight a disease. I am not against people banding together to do something good. This is all good. This is the intent of this fad. It’s good. I applaud it. The incoming money for it is fantastic and I commend the people who have donated. Props to all of you who did donate. All these videos are just overwhelming.
But isn’t it sad that it took viral videos, an ongoing online peer pressure to get people to care? That’s how we motivate Americans to do important things. I wonder how many people who did the challenge actually know what ALS is. Or maybe know the history of this challenge.
And of course if you’re in California, you’re wasting water. The state is in a drought and you willingly waste water. There are people out there who can’t get access to ice and/or water. But here we are wasting it.
Watch the video and pay attention to the Asian-American woman.
The first shame is that she appears to be ignorant to every single dish presented to her. Even if it isn’t from her culture, she should know of it. I don’t know if she’s white-washed (maybe) or not but it was shocking to see her react a certain way.
At the end, she kind of had a disgusted face when she talked about Asians eating things.
Maybe I’m just selfish in wanting all Asians in America to actually know something about their culture. She just seemed so shocked that these things exist.
I would eat all of the dishes presented to me with no problem. I’ve had half of them before.
But shame on those who appear disgusted or ignorant to their origins.
I’m trying to figure out if I got time for things now. I got this AAJA convention going on in mid June. Also at the same weekend, it’s the BTTF screening with some of the actors.
I want to go to Cooperstown for induction weekend, but I don’t know if that will happen.
Also, I got two concerts I am going to: Paul McCartney (August) and Fleetwood Mac (December) both back in the Bay.
Then also I got a wedding to go to this weekend and I plan to do a lot more stuff with church too.
I can handle it, but I hate so much uncertainty in the future and not something solid saying that I can and will have time for it. But hey, who knows what happens in the future now? I just know I got a lot I wanna do and I have to make sure I save up my time and money for it.
This came a few days ago. It rained and apparently people in LA can’t handle it. It’s somehow a newsworthy story. It wasn’t even heavy rain. It was just a light drizzle at most. And people got all out of whack trying to figure out what to do with some moisture in the air.
This is why I long to go back to the Bay. In the Bay, we don’t get crazy about rain. In LA, it’s all fake and distance from reality. Storm watch? It wasn’t a storm!
Seriously. Really? Wow.