Good Evening, Reader.
One day last week, I got really bored at my day job, so (after updating my list of future baby names) I created a graph of risk versus reward. I drew a line in the middle and began to plot points of activities based on how much risk versus how much reward they would provide.
It seemed like a great idea when I first put simple tasks such as studying and cleaning as low risk and high reward. Then, it became complicated as I tried to think of examples of high risk and low reward. Mostly everything with a high risk I can think of has a high reward accompanying it... such as robbing a bank or skydiving.
Everything with a high risk can be worth doing, if you're willing to take the initial risk and deal with the consequences if the actions turn south. But what if you're not ready to face the consequences? Is it still worth the risk? Can you even be sure the reward is as good as you imagine it to be?
Smile,
My Little One
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
My Sons and Daughters
Hi Reader,
"A dream is a wish your heart makes."
One strange thing that keeps appearing in my dreams is babies. I will see my "own" children (in the context of the dream) or I will dream that I am babysitting others' children. Last night, I had a dream that I just gave birth to a baby, and was discussing potential names with a little boy whom I understood to be my son in the dream. My sister had also had a baby the day after me in my dream.
Danielle. Benjamin. Baby Cora. Bianca. How does my mind just make up my offspring in my dream?
I have an irrational belief that I will have an autistic child. Whenever I tell close friends and family of this premonition, I often get responses of "don't say that!" or "you don't know that for sure!" However, it is one thing that I am quite certain of for the future. The best part is that it doesn't upset me; I know I will love my children regardless and provide them with anything they need.
I must stop writing. My sister's birthday cake is ready to be frosted.
Smile,
My Little One
"A dream is a wish your heart makes."
One strange thing that keeps appearing in my dreams is babies. I will see my "own" children (in the context of the dream) or I will dream that I am babysitting others' children. Last night, I had a dream that I just gave birth to a baby, and was discussing potential names with a little boy whom I understood to be my son in the dream. My sister had also had a baby the day after me in my dream.
Danielle. Benjamin. Baby Cora. Bianca. How does my mind just make up my offspring in my dream?
I have an irrational belief that I will have an autistic child. Whenever I tell close friends and family of this premonition, I often get responses of "don't say that!" or "you don't know that for sure!" However, it is one thing that I am quite certain of for the future. The best part is that it doesn't upset me; I know I will love my children regardless and provide them with anything they need.
I must stop writing. My sister's birthday cake is ready to be frosted.
Smile,
My Little One
Monday, July 14, 2014
Villains
Attention: Reader,
One of my favorite quotes is from one of my favorite people: Shakespeare. Whether or not the writer actually existed is up to my high school research paper, but regardless, the quote goes, "One may smile and smile and be a villain."
I feel my smile, complete with my two dimples on the corners of my chin, and constantly ask myself if there is a villain underneath. Yes, I usually do have ulterior motives, but I usually make those pretty known. Yes, I do firmly believe that there should be a plague, because it would be....cool for research, right? In no means do I wish to get rid of some of the annoying people on the planet. No way.
Sorry, I coughed on a bit of sarcasm there.
However, I believe that there is good and bad in everyone, and even the concept of what is "good" and what is "bad" has been socially constructed throughout history. But exactly how much "bad" makes someone a villain?
Smile,
My Little One
I feel my smile, complete with my two dimples on the corners of my chin, and constantly ask myself if there is a villain underneath. Yes, I usually do have ulterior motives, but I usually make those pretty known. Yes, I do firmly believe that there should be a plague, because it would be....cool for research, right? In no means do I wish to get rid of some of the annoying people on the planet. No way.
Sorry, I coughed on a bit of sarcasm there.
However, I believe that there is good and bad in everyone, and even the concept of what is "good" and what is "bad" has been socially constructed throughout history. But exactly how much "bad" makes someone a villain?
Smile,
My Little One
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Strange Satisfaction
Dearest Reader,
I believe that those who need the most help are the ones who never mention it. And to me, there's something remarkably comforting about venting to the internet rather than talking to people I know. Because I am growing up in this modern era, which will one day seem like the dark ages to our descendants, I know one must be careful about the information revealed on the web.
There is a strange satisfaction that I'm getting from being the mysterious "My Little One." I am determined to make this blog so cryptic, that my friends, my family, even my roommate won't know I'm the man (or woman?!) behind the curtain. Okay, that was obvious. I'm clearly a female, so that eliminates about 50% of the population. And I've already mentioned I go to college. Welp.
A lot of times when people recognize they need help, they might not know exactly the help they need. There's so many gray areas in terms of help that all the options can seem overwhelming and it's hard to know where to start. This is the point where I'm at in life. What to do? Where to begin?
I know a genie isn't going to jump out of my blog, by I one hundred percent believe that I need to write this for a reason. Maybe you can help.
Smile,
My Little One
I believe that those who need the most help are the ones who never mention it. And to me, there's something remarkably comforting about venting to the internet rather than talking to people I know. Because I am growing up in this modern era, which will one day seem like the dark ages to our descendants, I know one must be careful about the information revealed on the web.
There is a strange satisfaction that I'm getting from being the mysterious "My Little One." I am determined to make this blog so cryptic, that my friends, my family, even my roommate won't know I'm the man (or woman?!) behind the curtain. Okay, that was obvious. I'm clearly a female, so that eliminates about 50% of the population. And I've already mentioned I go to college. Welp.
A lot of times when people recognize they need help, they might not know exactly the help they need. There's so many gray areas in terms of help that all the options can seem overwhelming and it's hard to know where to start. This is the point where I'm at in life. What to do? Where to begin?
I know a genie isn't going to jump out of my blog, by I one hundred percent believe that I need to write this for a reason. Maybe you can help.
Smile,
My Little One
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Le First Post
Hello, Reader.
My identity will remain ambiguous for the duration of this blog. This is because if I don't know enough about you, how can I share that information about me? I'll be known as "My Little One" (you may use your imagination as to why; I may explain later).
To put this blog into context, I must explain parts of my life. I go to college far from home, and I am home for summer vacation, much to my dismay. However, I seem to be stricken with a case of the feels while I'm here, so I need an online source to which I can vent. I'm definitely a fan of archiving, so even if no one reads them, they shall forever be immortalized past my physical presence.
Anywho, my life may seem uneventful to the ordinary person, but that's because you can't see inside my mind (technically, neither can I, but that's not the point). In fact, you may even see me around town or talk to me on the phone without noticing. I hate to be cliche, but there's that whole iceberg analogy, and what I think about that is that it's all frozen anyway.
I hope this post was a satisfactory and intriguing introduction because I can't wait to see what happens next.
Smile,
My Little One
My identity will remain ambiguous for the duration of this blog. This is because if I don't know enough about you, how can I share that information about me? I'll be known as "My Little One" (you may use your imagination as to why; I may explain later).
To put this blog into context, I must explain parts of my life. I go to college far from home, and I am home for summer vacation, much to my dismay. However, I seem to be stricken with a case of the feels while I'm here, so I need an online source to which I can vent. I'm definitely a fan of archiving, so even if no one reads them, they shall forever be immortalized past my physical presence.
Anywho, my life may seem uneventful to the ordinary person, but that's because you can't see inside my mind (technically, neither can I, but that's not the point). In fact, you may even see me around town or talk to me on the phone without noticing. I hate to be cliche, but there's that whole iceberg analogy, and what I think about that is that it's all frozen anyway.
I hope this post was a satisfactory and intriguing introduction because I can't wait to see what happens next.
Smile,
My Little One
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