I just.. I don’t know. I’m in shock, I guess. I can’t stand it when people treat children terribly then wonder why the kid turns out to be a(n) terrible/undisciplined/socially awkward/anti-social person. I work with kids sometimes, and I love it. Some of the groups I’ve had to handle haven’t been very well behaved, but I’ve yet to scream at them. I’ve had them question why I was working with them as I am a girl. Yep, (mini) hockey players. Gotta love ’em.
Anyway, I know someone who hates kids. Absolutely hates them. This person decided to scream at a little boy because he brought up something that he did not know he wasn’t supposed to talk about. Well, he isn’t forbidden to talk about that subject, but it involved his older brother’s ex-girlfriend and the person who screamed at him is his older brother’s current girlfriend. Yeah.. For someone who says she hates drama, it seems as if she’ll start it with anyone. Even a little boy.
-Sigh- I’ll never understand the way certain people think.
As I get older, the material aspect of the holidays seems to become way less significant. When I was younger, the amount of presents I got was always compared to the amount my sisters and cousins got. It was a bit of a competition. Now that I’m in my last two weeks of my teenage years, getting gifts doesn’t matter. What matters most to me is being able to connect with the people in my bloodline; to have a healthy relationship with my family members, direct and extended.
When I was younger I was always alienated from my cousins and siblings. I never really fit in with any of them. They all thought that I was weird, and I got picked on. Things are still the same to this day, but now they’re used to it and I’m not as strange to them as they used to think.
But, in my case, the holidays aren’t about Christmas or New Year’s or my birthday. The holidays are about the World Junior Hockey Championship! Yes. It’s what I look forward to most this time of year. Last year I had to hide from everyone because I was bawling my eyes out when we lost gold. Yep, I cried over a hockey game. But if you watch me watch a Team Canada game you will probably laugh, watch intently, or leave the area. I get pretty intense. This tournament takes a hold of my emotions and steers them in every possible direction. I love being Canadian.
There are always those people in your life whom you aren’t very close with, but they’ve always been around. You know each other very well, and despite not being close it’s very easy for you to talk to one another. These are the people in my life that I truly appreciate. I know that in the most random times I can turn to them. Whether it’s to talk about issues or go on an adventure, there’s always someone willing to spend time with me. It can be weeks or months before we see each other again but when we do, everything is picked up right where it was left off and I appreciate every moment of it.
My vocabulary is slipping. I’m not the only one who has noticed this either. My English teacher, of course, has mentioned that my use of the English language is sub-par and that he knows I’m capable of so much more. It’s really frustrating when so many people tell me that I can do so much better, and then everyone else tells me that I’ll never amount to anything and should stop trying to. But alas, I shall agree with the positive thinkers, as that is what I preach. Look good, feel good, play good! Yeah, I stole that from a couple of tweets.
Here comes story time.
When I was in high school, I used the Thesaurus (I loved it because it sounds like the name of a dinosaur) a lot. But when we did peer editing sessions I would receive my paper back with a ton of red question marks, and notes in the margin stating that my use of language would not appeal to my target audience. Which, of course, were high school students. I took it upon myself to stop using the Thesaurus as much, and to focus on doing what I had to do to achieve good grades. This bothered me a little bit because whenever I read over my work it seems so boring. I feel the same way about the things I write in school these days. Boring. Insignificant. Dissatisfying. I need to get better. And to do so, I have to turn to the old school Dictionary and Thesaurus! Yep, the old school kind. Eff the internet. Physical copies of books rule!
PS. I wrote this entry in Evernote before I posted it because my internet was down. Evernote saves lives.