I love bunnies. I am a nerd and a geek. I love math. I love star trek and star wars. I love F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I love Big Bang! I love video games! I love arts and crafts, especially upcycling. I love internet memes. I want to understand and explore the world. I want to travel. I want to find myself. I want to laugh and smile. I want to love and be loved. I want to be happy. I have a bizarre sense of humor. I have changed my career path 3 times (generally after an immense amount of time and money has been put into educating myself for that career area). I lived in Australia for 4 months. I was a cheerleader. I played soccer and softball. I have worked as a server, in retail, as a framer at Michael's Arts and Crafts, and as a mentor. I wish I could conquer the world. I wish I could have it all. I have been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, but I do not let it define me. I am strong and smart. Basically, I am an awesome person to know!
Kids deserve better than a system that depends on kindness and grace from teachers. Kids deserve better than a system that depends on kindness and grace from teachers.
Kids deserve better than a system that depends on kindness and grace from teachers.
But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours (the average office worker gets less than three hours of actual work done in 8 hours) but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work.
We’ve been led into a culture that has been engineered to leave us tired, hungry for indulgence, willing to pay a lot for convenience and entertainment, and most importantly, vaguely dissatisfied with our lives so that we continue wanting things we don’t have. We buy so much because it always seems like something is still missing.
I don’t talk about my illness so that you will feel sorry for me. I talk about it so you will know what I’m going through, why I am the way I am. I don’t want your pity. I want your understanding.
And sometimes, I talk about it because I had a bad day and just like you, talking about the bad thing makes me feel better. I just so happens I have a lot of bad days and my illness is usually at the core of it.