Intersting

Today i took my cousin to do a psychological evalutation. Before i get to my point i was reading a book named "Man Watching". It is about nonverbal communication, and understanding what people mean by their gestures. It goes into great detail about the orgins of theses gestures. Well, anyways.

While i was waiting in the waiting room i saw four other people there. A young girl about thirteen or fourteen. An other girl in her mid twenties, A forty year old woman the kind thats rich and gets botox i figured and thirty-something year old man. I thought to my self why are they all here for; to talk to a shrink, really. None of them did paper work so i made a discision that they have been there before. Some even knew the receptionist by her first name. It made me wonder if any of them have ever been commited. The mid twenties girl had good posture, but the way she looked at the different people felt like she thought she was being judged by all of them it seemed. You know the look, its kind of like a self conscious look with awkward movements. When she moved her arms you could see the slash marks on her wrist that she tried to cover with bracelets or bangles I then thought that this is a chick who tried to commit suicide, but obiously failed at it. I thought to myself if this chick really had problems or was it like she got pissed off at her boyfriend kind of thing. In my head i could visualize here stareing at the soft white walls in the assylum. Wondering if she knew that her suicide attempt would have put her there locked in a room with hard beds and a small window to look out of. And if she knew that she would be put there, would she have done it in the first place. If she looked in retrospect probably not. I really reflected on my life at this point. Is my life really that bad. No. But there are times when i feel that it is, and the next time i think it is i'll think about the girl who has slash marks on her wrist and think its not really all that bad now is it.

"life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced" Soren Kierkegaard

Well, things always come to an end

Well, tomorrow i will be on my way to houston along with all my family members to see my grandmother. Just this past wednesday we got some very horrible news. My grandmother is dying and she will not make it to the end of the year. The doctors say she can die any given day if the conditions are right. Its very saddening to know that my grandmother is not gonna see the end of the year. She used to feed me bathe me and spank me when i was bad. She used to be the only one that would make me go to church. Well, last year she got sick and needed dialysis, but she refused to be connected by machines. Therefore, her kidneys are starting to fail. My mind lately hasnt been in the right place and now seems even more disfunct. So many thoughts, ideas and situations are just running rampant in my head; that it is very hard to stay focused. And i know that death is inevitable, but when its faced to you or your loved ones, it changes your perspective on things. Lately lots of things have been different. Colors seem a little dull. Foods have lost taste. The air i breathe seems so forced.

In Moderation i think

Its weird, i know 2 people who have died and 2 peole who are severly injured in the past 48 hours. It brings me back to life. Sometimes i feel i might be having fun with life a little to much ya know. I wonder will i end up like them. It is a scary thought that brings me back in to focus. It is an eyeopener to say the least. i do wonder though