"I do believe that if you were blessed with imagination, you could work through it. If, unfortunately, you were a person that faced reality, I think you didn't have a chance." ~Gerda Weissmann Klein, Holocaust Survivor
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Name: Linda
Birthday: 6/20/1989
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Dear Sir--Your requested update follows.

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Love,

Lin


Sunday, May 28, 2006

No, they aren't fun and painless.  They aren't all happy and cute and idealized.  But they are.  Why is that?  Since when were they supposed to be this way?  How did they lose meaning, how did they lose intensity itself, and turn into so much less than they should be?  What is it about them, the real things, that seems to scare people underneath it all so that we have to diminish them into something we can handle, a mere harmless image to be watered down?  Who believes in the original and incorrupt version anymore?  Where did all the significance go, and where did this new, mutilated, so-called "improved" idea come from?  How did we become so...so...I don't even know how to put it--Deformed?  Superficial?  Ignorant?  Fragmented?  Narrow-minded?  No word seems to fit exactly how this feels. 

Why can't I answer my own questions?  Why can't I exclude myself when I use the word "people" in my frustration?  Why do I want so badly to do so in the first place?  Why can't I resist giving in, despite how much I hate it?  Do I need a break, do I need to start over, or do I need to continue being oblivious to this distorted sense of reality?  How in the world are we supposed to go on this way? 


Monday, May 22, 2006

We're all going through crap.  We'll all get through it--if not physically, then emotionally or in some other way.  I don't know much about that second part yet, because I'm right here with you even if our individual situations are each distinctly just that--our own and no one else's.  Hang in there, for both our sakes--please?  I think it's safe to say that it'll all be over soon.  Don't get me wrong, I'll still be happy to listen if you want to talk or even just rant--I'm just more worried about you than I am about how helpless you actually are (as opposed to how much you think you are), if that makes any sense.


Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Why does she let it happen, why does she let herself just sit there when she knows I see her and worry and worry and worry about her constantly, why does she stare at nothing all day as if she doesn't know how much it hurts her and everyone else around her, why can she only register in her delicate mind the screams and the moans and the pleas and the cries too, why can't she see that I want so much for her to laugh, why can't she see me beg her to please please please be happy, why can't I help her, why can't I hear her...why can't I listen, why can't ignorant me take the time to actually see her, why can't I understand that I'm also staring at nothing, why can't I realize that I am her?


Sunday, April 23, 2006

Before all the “I Love Snowball” entries flood in, I need to say that my weekend was wonderfully meaningful to me without it, partially because I didn’t go.  There—I said it.  If you are on too much of a Snowball-high right now and don’t want to be offended, it would be best if you didn’t read what I’m about to write.

 

With the exception of a few details, my weekend may sound like yours:  Much of it involved being away from home and away from family.  I’ve had a lot of time with friends, both close and new, and I've gained a new perspective on certain issues (including Snowball) as a result.  I’ve acted silly almost all weekend, in three distinct loving environments.  None of them was a structured camp specifically designed to carry out the purpose of developing emotional connections and new ideas, yet that was still accomplished for me nonetheless.

 

This weekend, I shared hugs, self-affirmation, emotions, viewpoints, love, fun, and important discussions with many people that I care a lot about.  We don’t need a special program on a specific date to do this.  I know that my current impression of Snowball is biased, because I’ve never been and don’t have a right to criticize what sounds like an immensely positive influence on our lives.  But that immensely positive influence can be found in places other than something dubbed an “operation”, because it shouldn’t require an operation in the first place.

 

If you have a different response, I’d love to hear it and talk to you about it—of course, I’m still learning too—but tonight I’ll be gone to another everyday loving atmosphere with more everyday loving people.  But there’ll always be other everyday loving times, right?

 

Edit on 4/25/06 at 9:02 pm:  To those who don't agree with this entry--You hopefully already understand my position.  If not, I won't try to push it farther--you can interpret it any way you like, and that won't change my actual intentions and perspectives (which are written completely word-for-word above--I mean exactly what I've said, and nothing else).  I appreciate everything that everyone has mentioned so far...but will someone please point out to me where I'm criticizing Snowball in this entry?  Maybe I'm missing something, but I've reread my words countless times now and still fail to see this "anti-Snowballism" you're referencing.

 

Edit on 4/28/06 at 6:06 pm: 

Apparently some people want me to reword what I thought was obvious all along, so here goes:  It's true that I've never been to Snowball.  However, it's very easy to see the results in those around me.  The message of Snowball is clearly a meaningful, powerful, and beneficial one.  I do not and never will doubt that it has had a positive effect on the life of every single participant.  That said, why do we as individuals hesitate to apply the same love, understanding, optimism, hope, etc to the rest of our lives?  Why do we have to specifically single out only two short weekends per year to do this?  Why do we seem to keep it in so much during the other 359 days?  Please tell me that you know why we tend to hide what's in our heart until we're reminded to show it.

 

One more thing:  This is not an apology, nor is it an expression of regret for what I've written, nor an attempt to resolve any conflicts.  I won't take anything back, because it's to no one's credit or fault that you see my ideas in whatever way you do.  However, I'm not willing to argue with you--If you are mortally offended by what I have to say, don't read it.  You can tell me what you think and I'll always be happy to listen, but that only works if you're willing to listen to me as well.

 



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