I have been thinking a lot about family and such these days. It is interesting to me how father and mother figures are portrayed so often in film/media. People often blame media for women's high expectations of men, ie, Prince Charming. However, I think that we have media to blame for false images of what families should be like more so. Helpful, supportive and wise parents. Supportive and kind, older siblings. I realize now that all of these are sadly inaccurate (well in most cases).
I think that you have to be dependent upon yourself and not rely on help from your family. I keep getting tricked into looking to them for advice when the only one I should and can really look towards is myself. We are simply too different.
And while this realization might seem depressing, it is actually very refreshing and helpful. I am more qualified to help myself than anyone else. I don't feel as trapped. I have control of my own happiness and while there are some things that I really can't control right now, I shall make the best of it.
Yesterday I tried to go to some reggae show in PB,
however it was sold out. Ended up talking to some random stranger in a coffee shop for about an hour. She is a teacher at a local middle school, an art teacher. I got a lot of insight to what it must have been like for all of my teachers growing up and I have a new earned respect for teachers, well more respect.
Thank god I am no longer in a world of tattle telling and 7th grade boys.
I think next semester I shall be taking Kinesiology, Yoga, Pilates, Bilogy, cardio training, Nutrition and Spanish. And maybe a sewing and design class. It just depends on what classes are available once I sign up.
This photo was taken at the coffee shop were
I talked to the insightful teacher.