How can you feel as if your life is spiraling out of control when nothing has really changed lately?
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Jacob spoke first.
“I want to know if my hair is just like yours,” he told Mr. Obama, but so quietly that the president asked him to speak again.
Jacob did, and Mr. Obama replied, “Why don’t you touch it and see for yourself?” He brought his head level with Jacob, who hesitated.
“Touch it, dude!” Mr. Obama said.
As Jacob, who was 5, patted the presidential crown, Mr. Souza snapped.
“So, what do you think?” Mr. Obama asked.
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My heart almost stops beating when I get to the door. He’s behind it, probably waiting for me to come, like he knew I would. I had no intention of actually going through with it, but here I am. I look through the glass door and am relieved to find that he is sleeping. I take a deep breath and walk into the room.
He’s got two IV drips in him. He’s definitely lost weight, and most of his hair is gone. He looks completely different, but I would recognize him in an instant anywhere. He’s Mark. The same Mark that I grew up with. The same Mark that I watched destroy himself. The same Mark that I let destroy me. He was now everything that I hated in this world. But it had never been black and white with him. Even now, staring at his sleeping form, I know that a part of me loves him.
Granted, it’s a small part. More of me hates him. I could never forgive him for what he has done, but love is not something that you can just shut off. If that was the case, life would be so much easier, wouldn’t it?
I stare at him for a few more moments, wondering if I should wake him or not. Finally, the smart part of my brain takes over and reminds me that I shouldn’t have come in the first place. I guess this is fate’s way of telling me that I still have a chance not to go through with this. I turn to leave.
“Leaving so soon?” his voice cuts through my every thought and strikes me right in the heart.
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We had this vision…
of what life would be like after I graduated college. I know in my vision, James and I were getting married, but that seems to be just in my mind, lol.
In this vision, I’m pretty sure we both thought I’d get a job within a couple of months. That I’d be making some good money. That we’d be able to do a bunch of fun things, and save up for our future.
Instead, it’s taking a toll on me emotionally, while it’s bugging him financially. I know he doesn’t mind supporting me, as he insisted on it for so long, but he’s starting to hate how low his bank account is. And he wishes I’d hurry up and find a job. If only it was that easy.
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Lololol
- Nick Fury: I'd also like to know how he used that to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.
- Thor: Monkeys? I do not understa-
- Captain America: I DO! *Looks around* ...I understood that reference..
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Haha, as soon as this come up after the credits, I knew exactly how this scene would go. Aww, Joss Whedon, I love you.
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The Avengers
- Thor: Loki is beyond reason, but he's of Asgard and he's my brother.
- Black Widow: He killed 80 people in 2 days.
- Thor: He's adopted.
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I don’t know why this upsets me so much. It shouldn’t, but it does.
My boyfriend made a statement earlier about how we’re all born with Cancer in us. And I told him that we weren’t. Cancer happens when cells mutate, and yes, we’re all born with the capability for that to happen, but we’re not born with it (excpet for the babies who are born with actual Cancer). We got into this whole big debate about genetics and environment and other factors.
The problem is not that I don’t respect his opinion. I do. The problem is that I’ve spent the last 5 years forming a belief about Cancer. That it just happens. Yeah, there’s factors that play a role, things you can do to minimize your risk, but in the end, it just happens and nobody knows who it’s going to happen to or when. My mom died from it almost 5 years ago. I need to think of it this way, that it just was what it was. If I think about it the way my boyfriend is telling me it happens, then I have to think of it like it’s in my genes and I’m going to die from it too. Or using the environment argument he used, I’d have to think about it that it could have been prevented, and I can’t think of it that way or I will never be able to live with that knowledge.
I tried telling him this, but he just wouldn’t stop. It was like he was pressuring me to believe it the same way he does. And I don’t want to. Of course, he probably felt that I was pressuring him to believe it my way too. A) I believe the scientific facts. And B) I just need to believe it was what it was and that we didn’t have a choice in the matter.
But he kept on pushing. And he had just said something about how our normal conversations turn into arguments, and so I couldn’t tell him to stop after a while. He would have thought I was being argumentative. And I just couldn’t take it any longer. I broke down and cried. It was as if he wanted me to think of it exactly how he’s making it sound. Like he was trying to turn everything that I’ve worked so hard to understand in the last 5 years, and throw it out the window.
He didn’t understand why I was crying. I left the room and locked myself in the bathroom. When I got back, he apologized and said he knew it was a touchy subject for me. But then he says, “at least you know where I stand.” and turned away. He turned away from me, while I was still obviously crying. Turned away and started falling asleep.
It’s like…he didn’t care that he had made me so upset. I’m still not sure that he realizes that HE made me so upset. I still don’t know why it made me as upset as it does. It probably sounds stupid to anyone who reads this. But it is what it is.
Note to self. Shut up. Stop talking about your frustrations about not finding a career. Stop talking about how you hate your current awful job. Stop giving your opinions on topics that you know way more about. In fact, just stop talking about anything that makes you upset (or anything about your day) and your boyfriend and you should get along just fine.
On the other hand, you should know that when you do shut up, he’ll get frustrated with you because he wants to know what’s on your mind. If you tell him, he’ll say he’s sick of hearing about it.
So, choose your poison. Your boyfriend is not going to want to hear anything you have to say anyway.
Remember that and you’ll be fine.
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