Monday, September 15, 2008

Open Mouth, THINK!

I have been intrigued by a new acquaintance and given a lot of thought to the things I wanted to learn about and from this person. There are aspects of his life that particularly fascinated me, but I never knew how to broach the subject. Part of the time I just wanted to say, "I don't care about the whole of you, I just want to know about the part that would benefit me!" I don't think it crossed my mind that this was wrong or rude. Luckily for me, though I opened my mouth several times, I always shut it, biting my tongue, but never knowing why. However tonight I realized that the things we share are not the focus. I don't want to be labeled or only considered valuable for one reason or just one aspect of my person. I am a complete individual and want to be treated as such. Huh, funny, treat others like you would like to be treated. Sounds familiar, yeah? So, while I would like to find out about my new acquaintance, I want the process to flow naturally, not pushed, labeled or manipulated. Friendship cannot be formed like that and what ever does come out of those circumstances will be hollow and fleeting.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Choices and Dreams

Last week on September 11, I had the opportunity of meeting a man from Korea. He told me about the differences in our countries in respect to choices and dreams.

When Yoon-lae was in high school he excelled at chemistry and desired to go to college and hopefully end up in medical school with a successful career as a doctor. However when he entered college he made a simply mistake mixing up chemistry/pre-med with Chemical Engineering. Once he entered college as a chemical engineer he was locked in and quickly learned of his mistake. However, he HATES engineering. Too bad. However with hard work through college he was able to secure a good paying job at LG Electronics and began moving up the corporate ladder working in Plasma Technology Development.

He asked me about our ability in America to change majors, to follow our dreams and to choose whatever field we desired to work in for the rest of our lives. Korea is a very developed nation yet I never realized how precious our right to determine the course of our own lives is in America.

It made me realize the destiny I can create and the inequality throughout the world, even in other economically developed nations.

Never Forget

Morality Accepted

So I've been thinking a lot about morality lately. I have become acquainted with someone who has grown up just a few miles away from me, presumably raised LDS, who is agnostic. I've never met anyone that I've known was agnostic. A few atheists here and there but never agnostic. I'm so curious about the development of this paradigm, yet I'm only an acquaintance and don't feel comfortable bringing up the subject. But in a small place like Who-ville, where the citizens are so dominantly religious it must be difficult at times to be accepted. Who's can be so close minded and it worries me that he could be mistreated or written off as an outcast.

Just because someone is different, in this case, an agnostic paradigm, by know means indicates an immoral or corrupt person. He should still be loved, and not only by Who's solely intent on love for the sake of returning him to the fold. Why can't people love because everyone EVERYONE deserves love. Love out of duty or desire for changed action is not love.

Morals can be guided by religious belief, but it is not necessary for someone to live a moral and good life. You can still be a friend, a father, a brother, or son and be a good person in the community positively impacting the lives of others selflessly and not be religious.

Let's just accept our brothers and sisters. Love them because love is love, not because of stipulations or requirements, because love cloaked in circumstance simply is not true love.

How the other half lives

On Friday I had my first 'party crashing' night. With my best friend as my guide, we hit the circuit. First we stopped by Rock The Block. Rock the Block is an annual party started by a few college students several years ago to raise money for the Wheelchair Foundation. The money collected through donations is then used to provide wheelchairs to those in need throughout third world countries. We arrived really early to talk with DJ Kendal and then we stayed and helped take collections for about 30 minutes. We took off and headed over to the Marriott School of Business Opening Social. We had sloppy joes, listened to music, had a little battle royale on a gladiator balloon and ran into a few friends. As we were getting ready to leave we ran into some of our roommates who told us about a Luau happening across town. We decided to head on over and this is where the night really changed.

The party was hosted by Cade and his family at their home in the river bottoms. The house was huge, but frankly it was nothing to everything else surrounding the house. Out back from right to left they had a storage shed nicer and bigger than my apartment. It also included a tennis room for, what else, but a regulation tennis court. I've never seen a nicer private court. Moving across the sweeping rich green grass we next find a white sand beach volleyball court. The court hosted a variety of shirtless men tanned with perfectly sculpted muscles sporting board shorts diving through the air and into the soft sand. Just a few feet away was a heated swimming pool and hot tub full of other beautiful people. At the end of the pool and volleyball court was small grove of trees and several small paths through the wood, one of which takes you by a fire pit with heat radiating off warming you as you pass. As you emerge on the other side you find a sunken trampoline under a 15 foot basketball hoop. Next to that is a white sand table tennis court. The table is made of solid rock and the net is made of four loosely chiseled rocks about 4 inches wide. As you continue along the trees there is a red brick gazebo and a perfectly groomed soccer field with goals. Going back to the main house takes you by a pool house with more square footage than the homes of my parents and their siblings. In the side room there is a soft serve ice cream machine. All across the grounds are fruits, vegetable platters, nut mixes, chocolate, candy and basins full of gatorade, apple beer, rootbeer and water. As I looked around I wondered why I'd never been invited or even heard about such parties, but I only needed a quick glance at my fellow party goers to realize that this was a full blown 'pretty people' party. Except for myself and one or two others, EVERYONE was sporting designer clothing, bulging muscles and tanning salon tints. While I was impressed that most girls were modestly dressed and the dancing was largely clean, it was simply uncomfortable for me. I was not a 'pretty person' and while I'd like to look better and take better care of myself through diet and excercise I realized, I still never wanted to be like them, I would never feel comfortable changing into someone I'm not to be accepted by them. It was quite an experience and one where I glimpsed into the lives of how the other lives.

After a while (to long by my liking) we headed back to Rock the Block. I'm still not much of a partier, but it was so refreshing to just be with a diverse crowd all gathered together for a good cause and having fun together. Yes, there were pretty people there, but there were also Poly's, geeks, athletes, rich, poor, young, old(50+) and it was just a lot of fun. With my friends hook up, we also spent most of the night at Rock The Block with DJ Kendal and Ryan up on the DJ platform learning about mixing music and reading crowds. I even got my first bouncing gig assignment taking care of some party goers causing a small comotion on the equipment trailer. At the end of the night we went to get some Beto's. Now that's the kind of fun I look forward too.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Decisions of Failure

I feel so lost at times like these. I know everyone wants to succeed and no one enjoys failing, but it really gets me down. I love to feel successful and maybe more importantly-involved. I currently have a very busy schedule. I wake up (or should) at 7am, my first job starts at 8 and goes to Noon. I then have about two hours off and I go to my next job from 2-6. I then have 45 minutes and go to my third job from 7-11. Each and every day. There is no time for errands, for eating, for friends, and I'm just not sure how I feel about it all. The money is good. But my first job is very slow and tiring, yesterday I fell asleep at work for an hour. I also have to work for 20 hours a week and with everything else in my schedule, sleeping on the job is a real problem. But I hate quitting. I don't want to quit because I don't want to feel like a failure. Along with everything else, I also am doing volunteer work-I should be spending 10-20 hours a week there too. Hmmm. Plus there are football games and other activities. Gosh. It makes me tired just thinking about it.