One of my 4th grade girls uses her knowledge of English for evil.
Teacher is woman! You are like girl, teacher!
Can't get her to stop, but she gives herself away. Every time I go over to scold her, she gets a big smile on her face and puts her hand on the arm I rest on her desk.
Teacher is very handsome.
She says it, though the instant I focus my attention away from her, she'll act pretty much in the same way. Are we all so obvious in our quest for significance? Attention? Love?
I think we are, though sometimes the things we are after are being offered to us, despite what we believe about how they should look.
I'm really starting to believe that my biggest downfall is that I take myself waaay to seriously. Every flaw I have is tragic/Shakesperian, and every creative thought I have is (or should be) brilliant, all the things that great literature is made of. That's probably why I don't finish the things I start, and tend to thinkn that I am so incredibly unlovable, when most of Humanity has my same condition.
Calm down.
You're nothing new. Neither Mother Theresa nor Adolph Hitler, you're just like billions of in-betweens who have lived and died, and shall continue 'till death parts up or our Lord return.
I finally feel comfort in knowing that I'm not really anyone.
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...For now we see but a poor reflection, as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. -1 Corinthians 13:12
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- LonelyBear
- Somewhere between Fullerton and Salinas, California, United States
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I quit writing, for a long time, because I was convinced that what I wrote had to be fantastic. If it wasn't, I shouldn't bother at all... After all, I have insisted most of my life that my dream is to be an author. I'm still convincing myself to dare to suck (ala author Maureen Johnson).
It makes me feel like one amongst millions who have always wanted to do something, always said they would, and instead watched life pass by in the dull routine of going to work, sleeping, and starting all over again.
There's a certain beauty in spending your life that way. You have to be paying attention to see it.
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