Humanity

I feel like a majority of people at one point lose almost all faith in humanity after witnessing something just awful that humans are capable of doing and I am sad to admit that that happened to me the other day. I was walking through a parking lot when I noticed that there was a running car in front of me in one of the parking spaces. Naturally, I didn't want to get hit, so I walked to the opposite side of the lane, keeping loose tabs on the car. Now, it's not really all that strange to have cars running in their parking spaces for a minute or two because of a variety of reasons: talking on a phone, making sure a wallet is in the car, changing the radio station, etc... Since this is the case, I wasn't really surprised when the girl opened her car door-I just assumed she had forgotten something in the trunk (or another scenario along those lines). However, she hadn't forgotten anything at all. After the car door was opened, a puff of smoke floated into the air, making it evidently clear that she was smoking. She leaned out the open door and at first I thought she was going to throw out her cigarette, but I was wrong. Instead, the cigarette remained firmly clamped between her lips, and her hand emerged instead...clutching a medium drink from one fast food restaurant or another. As I watched in growing dismay, she placed the cup on the ground between her car and the neighboring one, shut the door, backed out, and drove away. I was speechless and am still in slight shock just writing about it. I mean, I know not everyone in the world is good and things like this happen, but it's always so different just seeing it happen right in front of you. After all the good some people do to try and prevent littering and wasting water/energy (among other causes), it's just like a slap in the face to see someone so blatantly not caring. So I'm not going to lie, for a millisecond there, I did lose some faith in humanity, but it was soon restored when I saw a couple pushing their baby in a shopping cart with contented smiles on their faces.

Friendship

So I got thinking today about different levels of friendship. Not the cliche middle school friend drama, but friends in life, in general. Just because you talk to a particular person more often doesn't mean that you're closer friends, does it? Sometimes you're closer to someone you may see often but not always strike up conversation with because you're already so familiar with each other. Sometimes it's the person that you don't always talk to every time you see them who you're closer with. I guess it's that silent understanding that you'll always be there for each other when you need it and you don't need to necessarily talk all the time to show it...right? Then there's the factor of dependency and actual...friendship. In some cases, one person may be more dependent on the other, so they'll make small talk when they see each other because the other friend knows that that person is relying on them. Then there's the case of having a friend that goes to you for help, but you have a silent understanding that you're both independent but will be there for each other if need be. I think that sometimes people will talk more if they're less comfortable or less familiar with each other because sometimes if you're really familiar with a person, there's that wonderful comfortable silence that you two can have without it being awkward. And just because someone's more outgoing and jokey with someone doesn't mean they're better friends. I mean, in some cases that may be true, but I think you can also have two people who have similar personalities and not always talk to each other because they're just not that kind of person...but that doesn't make them any less of friends. These were just some bizarre observations I made today...

Apples

I know, I know. I haven't posted anything in about a month...not that it matters because I don't think many people are reading this! Sometimes I wonder if blogging every day would be easier if I had some sort of goal, you know? I might think of one eventually, but now is not the time. How are you doing out there? I had an apple cider doughnut today, which reminded me of how many yummy foods/drinks are made from apples. Shall I list some? There's apple cider (hot or cold!), apple pie, candy apples, apple muffins, apple cider doughnuts, applesauce, etc...The weird thing is that I really don't like just biting into an apple and eating it like that. I simply can't do it and it's so weird! You know how you always see the girl bite perfectly into an apple in the movies? Nope, can't do it. I get really picky about foods made from apples sometimes too. For example: apple pie? The apples have to be cooked just right- not too mushy, but not undercooked either. Apple cider needs to be a perfect balance between sweet and tart and I think applesauce tastes best with cinnamon sprinkled on top. Speaking of applesauce, I also had applesauce with gingerbread today. Yum. Oh, want to know something kind of strange? I love all of these other apple foods, but I detest apple juice. I think it's because it tastes a tad too syrupy and sweet for my liking. Anyhew, I'm not quite sure why I just went on a mini tangent about apples, but I did. I'm going to try to be more diligent about posting from now on, but no promises. Until next time :)

Frozen Yogurt

I know it's been a while since my last post, but once you read about what I've discovered during this time, I'm sure all will be well. As if you couldn't guess from the title, yes, I have discovered the wonderful invention of frozen yogurt! Now you're probably asking yourself how I didn't know what frozen yogurt was. The truth is, I did, but I just never really paid much attention to it before. In my mind, I was thinking, 'What could beat the creamy and delicious taste of ice cream? Nothing.' But I was wrong...

As I was perusing the frozen foods section of the grocery store one day, I decided I wanted something different than the regular selection of ice cream...you know, chocolate, mint chocolate chip, coffee, black raspberry, chocolate chip cookie dough, etc...I passed by the popsicles and ice cream sandwiches, and all of a sudden, my eyes alighted on a container I hadn't seen before. I picked it up and saw that it was frozen yogurt, vanilla flavored. Now I'm not too fond of just plain vanilla, but I was in the mood to try something new. Before committing myself to this plain flavor, however, I scanned the shelves, looking for another alternative. And then I saw them. Pushed way in the back, hidden behind cartons of orange sherbert, were a couple of containers similar to the one I was already holding, but in red. I quickly placed the vanilla back on the shelf and reached back for the mystery container. My fingers froze as soon as they made contact with the red carton, but I quickly withdrew my arm, clutching the container in my hands. I looked down and saw to my delight, that not only was this vanilla frozen yogurt, but it was vanilla frozen yogurt with raspberry swirls. It was a done deal. To make a long story short, I stocked up on two cartons, paid, and then went home.

I actually ended up quite liking the frozen yogurt. I found that it melted faster than regular ice cream, and it sometimes tasted sweeter but less creamy too. I also found some granola wedged in the corner of my pantry, so I've been enjoying the wonderful taste of that on top of my frozen yogurt. You should really try it sometime.

Who's Afraid of the Dark?

I've come to the conclusion that too many horror scenes take place in a bathroom, and today I sadly realized that I can no longer just walk into a bathroom without needing to check to see if there are any shadowy figures lurking behind the shower curtain. What happens if it's late at night and I'm brushing my teeth? Don't even get me started about my fear that if I look in the mirror, I'll see someone (or something) standing behind me, only to whip around and see...nothing. This next part is sad...but true. I got up to go to the bathroom late one night and as I approached the bathroom, I saw that the door was closed. It was pitch black and I'm not afraid of the dark, but more of what could be in the dark. I told myself I was being silly and that nothing was behind that door, but that didn't stop horror movie-worthy images from flooding my mind. To make a long story short, I eventually squeezed my eyes shut, threw open the door, and flipped on the light switch, all in record time...and I did live to tell the tale.

Envelopes

Sometimes when I'm opening an envelope, I think about how fascinatingly weird it is that most every envelope is sealed by some other person's saliva. So basically they slobber on the envelope, seal it shut, mail it to you, and then you proceed to use your own hands to to unseal the very same envelope...I mean, unless you use some fancy-schmancy letter opener or something, and in which that case, I have no further comment.

It's Only Been A Day...

I'm barely a full day into this blogging business and I'm already second-guessing myself. It feels like I'm just writing down my thoughts and putting them here...but nobody's reading them. Wait, it just doesn't feel like that...it actually is like that. I suppose sooner or later someone (you, if you're reading this now) will stumble upon my writing, so for now, I'll just keep writing so that when that person (you?) does, there will be plenty to read. 

Cliff Jumping

Has anyone ever been cliff jumping before? I went for the second time earlier this summer and while I'm not at all afraid of heights, I did notice something interesting. For me, looking down at the water is almost better than looking straight ahead or up. I know people always tell you not to look down, but when I looked down, it was almost like the water was closer. When I was at the top of the highest cliff and staring straight ahead, I noticed that I was eye-level with the tops of some trees on the opposite side, and for some reason that unnerved me even more than looking down. But I jumped anyhew.

Ice Cream Dilemma

So while I was standing in line at this nifty little ice cream booth, I had absolutely no idea what kind of ice cream wanted to get. Did I want to get the standard twist, or did I want to branch out and try a different flavor, like kiwi? The sign claimed that there were over 100 different flavors to try, and I was already well on my way to trying a good chunk of them. I had glimpsed a few flavors on my way to the line, spotting the simpler raspberry and coconut, and then the more complex creme de menthe and pina colada. I heard the lady behind me muttering to her friend that there weren't really 100 different flavors: all the ice cream was just vanilla-based with different syrups used to make the different flavors. While this wasn't something I had contemplated before, I didn't think it took a genius to figure it out because all of the ice cream was soft serve and you could plainly see the array of colorful syrups behind the counter. While I was mulling over all of this, I noticed two men in front of me swaying from side to side. One would go to the left while the other would go to the right, subtly keeping time as human metronomes; I don't think either of them even realized they were doing this. As I slowly approached the booth, one person at a time, I realized I still hadn't made a decision. I leaned to the left to try to read the flavors, but found myself blocked by one man. I quickly tried leaning to the right, but was once again blocked. This went on for a good 10 seconds before I realized that I was getting absolutely nowhere, and so I stopped trying to frantically switch back and forth every second or so, something that probably highly amused the people behind me. Of course, I also couldn't stray too far from where I was standing, or else I risked losing my spot in line, and trust me, the line was l-o-o-o-n-g. Yes, if I had given it more thought, I probably could have come up with a much cleverer solution to reading all the various flavors, but by that point I had already decided that I no longer really cared about what flavor I got. When I finally reached the counter, the lady asked me what kind of ice cream I wanted and I automatically answered with the first flavor that came to mind: the safe and predictable twist...with rainbow sprinkles.

Well, since this is the first time I've ever done anything like a blog before, I'm still not quite sure exactly what I'm doing, so if you're reading this, you'll just have to bear with me.  So many interesting things happen in life on an everyday basis, I just decided I wanted a space to write them all down and share them with people. Therefore, I don't think my blog will have a set theme...except for complete and utter randomness. Is that even a word? Oh, and on that note, I tend to make up my own words sometimes, so if you see a word you're not quite familiar with, rushing off the the dictionary may not always necessarily help. I realize my writing may not be everybody's slice of pie, but I just want to write and everyone is entitled to their own opinion(s). So without further ado...let the blogging commence!