Words.Words.Words

I love words. Bo Burnham is cool too. haha. But really, words are my favourite. I like reading them, I like writing them, and I like hearing them. But they don't mean anything. Words are just reinforcements or contradictions of actions. Sha la la la la la my oh my! Look's like the boy's too shy, he ain't gunna kiss the girl. sha la la la la la ain't that said? It's such a shame, too bad. He's gunna miss the girl haha like how I kept the sha la la's in there? Don't think about kissing her, don't tell her you want to kiss her, just: kiss her. I came to this realization during French class this morning. In France, I stare. All the time. I stare at my teachers while they talk, I stare at the 7000 illegal smokers outside (haha I don't actually know if it's illegal here...) I stare ay my french relatives and I stare at my classmates. I'm not ashamed to stare, because I want to understand. This morning I was staring at my French teacher and she was talking and talking and spitting and spitting because she is a human sprinkler when she speaks and I was staring and staring and cowering under my umbrella when I realized I had no idea what she was talking about. Not a clue! Maybe because she was speaking french, but then I thought about how the situation would change if she was speaking english. I didn't think it would change much. WOO VALENTINA JUST GAVE ME A TIC TAC! YES! She is my favourite. Anyways. It doesn't matter if this teacher at which whom I was staring at (who was yelling now) was speaking French, English, or Ojibwe. I didn't care what she was saying, and none of the words she spoke were impacting my life at all. If I understood, and was listening, at best her lecture could have sparked a thought. But unless I took the time to think that thought, and make it into an action, this two hour class would be just one among others spent wandering in words. You're not going to be remembered for your thoughts, you're going to be remembered for what you do. It doesn't matter if you can talk, it doesn't matter if you can think. If you can't take action, you're just another crayon in the box. We all could be metallic, a sparkly crayon in the box. We could all make a difference and make a change and change a life, but we need to learn to get out of our own heads. I have a lot of time to think here in France. I'm in my head all the time and sometimes a whole school day goes by and all I have to show for it is an empty page with a corner full of monster doodles. I like to think, but... as someone once told me: "analytical minds are destructive". It's the sad and scary truth. When you think, like I do sometimes, you strip down every situation until there isn't anything left but thought, which is useless without the other half of the equation. the equation: thought+action=outcome Without action, there is no outcome and therefore you are left with just thought, which means nothing. When all you do is think, you're whole being is absorbed into your head and you mosey around everyday life and maybe forget things like eating and sleeping, but you don't notice because you're so far gone inside yourself you don't even speak. It is for that reason I agree with the statement: analytical minds are destructive. Because eventually if you let your head absorb you, you'll be so far gone you won't be able to come back. Thinking is an addictive drug, but there's no rehab for thought abusers, so you have to look out for yourself. Next. Bored. "I'm bored." This is boring. You don't really ever have an excuse to be bored. There is always something to do. If you think you're starting to feel bored, do something. Go somewhere, look at something. Everyday we get a little closer to the end. Every second that passes is gone, and we're only given so much life time. So do what you want and don't waste time doubting. Don't waste time thinking. You catch the ball, and you throw it, you don't wait for the other team to surround you. Take what you get and work what you have. Don't be scared to start something because you're afraid of how it will finish. If you start by thinking about the end, well... why even start something you can only think about ending? I don't mean finish like complete, I think we should make a concious effort to finish what we start, I mean finish like... terminate. Alrighty roo. I hate yelling. Teachers here like like it makes us listen. Yelling makes me block things out even more. Never yell at me. I'll attack you. They teach us to box in France. HA. I wish. sigh. I actually wrote this during French class. I'm writing right now and I'm going to type it up later. It'll be the first time in a while I'll post twice in the same month. Life Lesson: If a Canadian asks to throw eggs at you while you (also a Canadian) are in France because it's tradtion on your birthday, don't say okay. I had to shake my head today because some people are really stupid. Don't worry, it wasn't me who got pelted, but that poor girl who thought it was all in fun... well maybe ignorance is bliss. No, I don't think so. I think there's middle ground somewhere between "ignorant bliss" and thought rehab. Life lesson today is to try and find it. Steph out :)