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My Life Thus Far
2006-11-05 05:58:25 (UTC)

The Feedback Fairy

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"The practice of morality, which means guarding your three
doors of body, speech, and mind from indulging in
unwholesome activites, equips you with mindfulness and
conscientiousness. Therefore, morality is the foundation
of the Buddhist path."

One thing I can definitely say about myself is that I have
morals. Not religious morals, or even cultural morals, but
just plain human morals. There are things I just won't do,
say or allow myself to indulge in simply because I feel
they're wrong. In this sense, I think I'm in a good place
to develop mindfulness and conscientiousness. I just need
to elaporate on those concepts a little more.

As anticipated, today was a long torturously uncomfortable
day. I think this is my new term for things I dislike.
Uncomfortable. Becuase that's exactly what my day felt
like. I had to get up this morning when I didn't want to.
I had to endure much discomfort traipsing through the
rain, wind and cold (my shoes got completely soaked
through and through. So much so that I had to buy a new
pair or risk pneumonia, something I'm painfully
susceptible to). I walked around with 30 pound Kiki
strapped to my hip for 2 hours (this was simply out of
necessity. Holiday Fest isn't particularly stroller-
friendly and Kiki would have just gotten antsy in it,
anyway). Then, I had to go to work. This felt like a major
chore while I was dashing across the mall parking lot
(because I had to park in Egypt and hike to the door, of
course, in pouring down rain). But, as usual I had a great
shift and came out feeling much more chipper and jovial.
I've yet to have a bad day at work. It's been a month,
although it doesn't feel like it and I'm still loving it!
Does this mean I've found a job I love? The thing I find
most ironic, is that when I first moved here, I applied at
VS and never got so much as a call back, but here it is 6
years later and they're all over my nuts (if I had nuts,
that is). It's amazing how time changes things.

Speaking of time, it's been forever and a day since I got
any feedback. Is this because my life isn't in turmoil? Is
my life less interesting when things are going good? I've
noticed the trend. Unless I'm ready to rip my own
fingernails out with pliers, no one has anything to say.
That's okay, I understand. But since I feel kind of lonely
without at least one stupid remark by an idiot or a word
of advice from someone older and wiser than myself, I
decided to be the feeback fairy and spread some good (and
not so good) cheer. I went down the list on the front page
and commented on some of the things that stood out to me.
Like the woman who said sex sucks after marriage. I made
sure she knew it was just her fucked up marriage, not
everyone's. And the guy who feels that the world would be
a much more peaceful place if everyone was autistic. I
kindly reminded him that it would be peaceful because no
one would be capable of communicating with each other!
What the hell kind of world would that be? Then I told a
14 year old girl how stupid she sounded for wanting an
opionion on whether or not she should break up with
Andrew. Who gives a shit? The average teenage relationship
lasts about 30 minutes, or however long lunch period is
these days. He's probably already moved on to the next
fledging slut, anyway. I should be getting tons of pissed
of replies tomorrow! At least it will keep me entertained!
Now, what was I saying about morals?

I'm so cold. I'm cold to the bone. I'm also very very
tired. Now that I've done my writing duties, I think I'll
go soak in a hot tub of bubbly water. I deserve it, at
least in my mind I do! I bought new jammies today. PINK,
of course. I love my discount. I'm going to curl up in my
warm bed, in my warm jammies and sleep as long as the
hellions will let me! So, I'd better get going if I want
an even 6 hours! Ciao.




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