Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I seriously HATE rabbits. I will go out of my way to avoid then at all costs. This year I will be in Vegas on Easter, much better than my usual routine of hiding in my room until the day is over.
What exactly am I afraid of? Humans in bunny suits don't bother me… alright maybe a little. The actual creature itself… AHH… freaked out just by thinking about it.
People say they are cute and fluffy or whatever, and there are plenty of cute and fluffy animals that aren't rabbits. Analyze the traits of a rabbit for a bit. The animal makes almost no sound. Cats meow, dogs bark, rabbits... nothing. On top of that, they have huge ears, like they can hear everything. Rabbits are sneaky and stealthy. Also, CARROTS are a well known staple of their diet. A raw carrot is a pretty dense vegetable. As dense as say a FINGER or TOE. You can't expect bunnies to be able to recognize the difference between a carrot and a toe! Bunnies travel in packs, multiply like crazy, and carry diseases.
Okay maybe a little farfetched. But they scare me, and I can’t really explain it. I came up with those somewhat logical reasons a while ago to help try and justify my fear to people.
I do not know how it started, I wasn’t always afraid of bunnies. I have tried things to try and get over my fear: reading about them, going to pet stores, watching films... nothing works.
By telling people about it, I have become increasingly aware that it is not the most normal condition in the world. However, this condition is very real, it's known as Leporiphobia. Andy Roddick (a famous tennis player) has it, among others. It is comforting to know that other people suffer from it and that I am not alone.
I have done a little research and am considering doing Hypnosis-Hypnotherapy, Neuro-Linguistic Programming, or Energy Psychology.
On a related note: How stupid is the holiday of Easter? Think about this for just one second. Rabbits give LIVE birth, they do not lay eggs. So if I understand this correctly... This magical rabbit not only steals eggs from chickens, but he paints and hides the eggs for children to find? What the hell is the concept behind this tradition? What. The. F.
In America, Easter has become a holiday of junk food and religious celebration (like every other holiday). I suppose the one good thing about Easter is that Lent period will be over (oh lent, an entry for another time). In conclusion- Easter is stupid and Rabbits suck.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Then it was my turn. The teacher skipped me before, because she knew I wasn't ready at the time. After giving me a lot of time to think about it, Mrs. Bell looked over to me, smiled, and said "So Andrew, What do you want to be when you grow up?" At this point, I had listened to all the responses and tried to think about what I wanted to be... I still couldn't come up with anything. The spotlight was on and the pressure was growing because of my delayed silence, so I just blurted out, "Happy!" My face turned red and I had a very goofy smile. Everyone laughed, and Mrs. Bell repeated my response, "When Andrew grows up, he wants to be Happy!"
I don't remember much from my childhood, but that day I will remember forever. Even at that young, I knew that when I grew up... I wanted to be happy.
Its funny how you lose sight of all the things you thought you wanted when you were younger. Haha, I wanted to live in a house just like the house I was living in, except that it would have lasers to shoot all the bugs and intruders when I'm hard at work as a Ninja Turtle Power Ranger.
Some days I don't remember the big picture and I get caught up in the grind. But then some days, like this day... I remember what I want to be, and I get inspired all over again to stay true to the dreams of my 8 year old self.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Everyone has an excuse to not be great. What’s yours? Hardship? Disability? Financial situation? Loss of an important person in your life? Lack of opportunity? Family problems? All the above? Something else? Every mediocre person on the planet has their pocket excuse for being mediocre. Because they are faced with -their- particular problem: it’s a struggle to even be mediocre, so being mediocre is an accomplishment in itself!
Well guess what mediocre people? It’s not. Being mediocre is still being mediocre.
Everyone has obstacles to face. Everyone has something holding them back. Sure, some people have it harder than others, not everyone is blessed with the same circumstances as another. Daydreaming and wishing for better circumstances gets absolutely nothing done. Chances are: you aren’t the most unique and talented person, you don’t have the best opportunities, you can’t beat Kobe in basketball, and you can’t sing as well as Leona Lewis.
The woods would be very silent if only the best birds sang.
I don’t know why I get so heated about it. Maybe it’s because I see the people I care about, settling for mediocrity in their jobs, mediocrity in relationships, even mediocrity in life.
I realize though, that my chance to be great goes hand in hand with other people settling. There can not be good without evil. Pacifists without war. And there can’t be great people without mediocre people.