Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I'm Looking Through You
“...there is something so awful, something so gross about watching someone who loves you struggle to believe what you both know, deep down, is partially a lie.”
-An Invisible Sign Of My Own, Aimee Bender
I read this line today and it popped off the page and smacked me right in the face. Sometimes books do that to me. I thoroughly enjoy that. I like it when life just lines up and something you happen to be reading (or listening to, or looking at) at the time just happens to be significant to you at that exact point. Like fate. Like something knows what you need to get past a tough point or to keep you going. But then maybe it's just me looking really hard for fate. Either way it makes me feel better and that's always good on days when you feel genuinely shitty about the world.
-An Invisible Sign Of My Own, Aimee Bender
I read this line today and it popped off the page and smacked me right in the face. Sometimes books do that to me. I thoroughly enjoy that. I like it when life just lines up and something you happen to be reading (or listening to, or looking at) at the time just happens to be significant to you at that exact point. Like fate. Like something knows what you need to get past a tough point or to keep you going. But then maybe it's just me looking really hard for fate. Either way it makes me feel better and that's always good on days when you feel genuinely shitty about the world.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window
"Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday's on the phone to me"
So I just had a crazy night. It started off normal enough with a bike ride to the library then to Jenn's house. I came home at a decent hour (on account of not wanting to be "attacked" again). I figured I'll catch up on some emails. I'll watch Craig Ferguson. I'll read new books. I'll go to sleep.... Nope. Instead I sat at my computer to catch up on emails and could hear a faint but terrified cry come from my window. I went out to investigate (which in my neighborhood takes a lot of courage) and found a girl being chased by some other kids. I asked if she was okay and if she wanted to use my phone. She was drunk! Very drunk but for some reason my heart totally went out to this poor frightened girl. From what I was able to pick up from her drunken phone call her name was Brook and that she was only 13. Her Auntie had recently commit suicide and to cope she was on a bender. Also she had just lost her virginity to a boy who no longer/ had never liked her. She was on the phone to his new girlfriend telling her how much she loved him and how she didn't want this girl to hurt her. Also that the girl was the only person she could trust. All a bit messed up and highschoolish (slash middle school... 13 for God's sake!)but I was following (What with being a 13 year old girl myself once and currently having one in my family).
Then Brook said things that I don't think I will ever forget. Things that were beyond her 13 years. Things that made me think about how intensely we must feel. Things that I'm sorry she was dealing with already. It all ended with the police coming and taking Brook... home I hope. I don't know why really but I sincerely hope she is going to be okay and that she is strong enough to keep going. I saw the cuts on her arms and I saw the look in her eye and I was scared for her. This one odd and completely random event has put a lot of things into perspective for me.
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday's on the phone to me"
So I just had a crazy night. It started off normal enough with a bike ride to the library then to Jenn's house. I came home at a decent hour (on account of not wanting to be "attacked" again). I figured I'll catch up on some emails. I'll watch Craig Ferguson. I'll read new books. I'll go to sleep.... Nope. Instead I sat at my computer to catch up on emails and could hear a faint but terrified cry come from my window. I went out to investigate (which in my neighborhood takes a lot of courage) and found a girl being chased by some other kids. I asked if she was okay and if she wanted to use my phone. She was drunk! Very drunk but for some reason my heart totally went out to this poor frightened girl. From what I was able to pick up from her drunken phone call her name was Brook and that she was only 13. Her Auntie had recently commit suicide and to cope she was on a bender. Also she had just lost her virginity to a boy who no longer/ had never liked her. She was on the phone to his new girlfriend telling her how much she loved him and how she didn't want this girl to hurt her. Also that the girl was the only person she could trust. All a bit messed up and highschoolish (slash middle school... 13 for God's sake!)but I was following (What with being a 13 year old girl myself once and currently having one in my family).
Then Brook said things that I don't think I will ever forget. Things that were beyond her 13 years. Things that made me think about how intensely we must feel. Things that I'm sorry she was dealing with already. It all ended with the police coming and taking Brook... home I hope. I don't know why really but I sincerely hope she is going to be okay and that she is strong enough to keep going. I saw the cuts on her arms and I saw the look in her eye and I was scared for her. This one odd and completely random event has put a lot of things into perspective for me.
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