Passion comes from the Latin patior, meaning to allow or to submit, but also to endure and, perhaps most interestingly, to suffer.
April 5, 2012 by Debbie
desiderare, patior
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January 3, 2012 by Debbie
When you know better, do better.
It is now 2012. Everyone’s talking about changes, and since I pay $42 every six months to keep this blog up, I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna talk about changes, too. … but not in the way that you think. No, readers, prepare to peek into my soul. #deepthoughts
I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I am afraid of change. I don’t like to travel and I don’t like to try new things. Chalk some of it up to my anxiety disorder (I don’t like being far away from people who could help me if something went wrong; I don’t want to find out I have some terrible allergy to some foreign food), but chalk most of it up to my sometimes melancholy, homebody-type personality.
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October 19, 2011 by Debbie
A Philosophical Moment
So, I don’t have time for a long, well-thought-out blog post, but my mind is running and I should probably post this before I head off to bed for the evening.
This is a thought experiment of Nietzsche’s – very much watered down, and very much condensed and paraphrased… and very much with my own own biases there. I have yet to have the time to sit and concentrate on this reading assignment, but I managed to read excerpts of this particular thought experiment.
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October 3, 2011 by Debbie
Black or White
Nope, I’m definitely not talking about the Michael Jackson song.
This is just gonna be a quick post on an observation I made today:
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July 30, 2011 by Debbie
I have a sudden urge to be a cab driver.
The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget
By Kent Nurburn
*Debbienote: For starters, this is going to be an extremely long blog post, but it’s worth it. It’s two stories in one. Something interesting happened to me the day I found the upcoming article. It was a pretty bad day. I mis-calculated my budget for the rest of the summer until my next check from the school (September), and thought I had much less money than I actually had.
That being said, I did still have to go to WalMart to buy food and a few other things. I also had to put gas in my car (meaning, I ended up spending around a hundred dollars today that I didn’t really care to spend) and run a bunch of errands. It was also incredibly hot, and the air conditioner in my car is behaving like a child. To top things off, my nerves were already on edge because of the caffeine I’d had that day. Needless to say, I was in a terrible mood. Now, this next paragraph is not going to shine the best of lights on me, and I don’t mean to use the aforementioned paragraphs as excuses. However, know that I’ve been humbled by the later events and this article that I’m sharing with you today. Karma always bites me when I really would rather that it didn’t.
After having to completely walk around an entire section of the store because overzealous parents were crowding around the school supplies in preparation for the Back To School fiasco in August, and two particular sets of parents decided the middle of the aisle was the best place to have a chat, I was infuriated. I was ready to leave. I was lucky enough to find an empty aisle with a pretty cashier who made small talk with me, and I was able to leave as soon as she was done. Damn the luck, a woman leaves her aisle with a ladder (yes, a ladder… a really tall ladder) and an air conditioner in her basket and decides to walk as slowly as possible. She got stopped by the old man at the door who insisted on highlighting her receipt, though, how she should manage to walk out of the store with a giant ladder and the cashiers not notice is beyond me. I had no way of getting around her, as there were people flooding around her quickly that didn’t have a giant basket. I was more than perturbed.
Finally, we get to the sliding doors, and I hear a short black woman yelling from behind me, “Ma’am! Ma’am! MA’AM! You FORGOT SOMETHING!” … “Lord, help me,” I tell myself. We stop right at the doors as the cashier sprints to the woman in front of me to hand her a small bag that she had, apparently, forgotten. She stood for a moment at the door and looked at what was in the bag. She opened her purse and put it in (apparently she didn’t want to forget it again). Then she proceeded to walk, excruciatingly slowly, to her vehicle. “Great,” I thought to myself, “her car is down the same row as mine. This is just fantastic.” I couldn’t get around her due to the stream of cars going by. We walked, very slowly, to her vehicle. She pulled off and I noticed he had a giant pickup truck. She turned around and smiled, I made eye contact and flashed what I’m sure was the most fake smile I’ve ever flashed in my life. I quickly walked around her and had all of my stuff in my car before she was anywhere near done. The shopping cart racks were behind her.
As I walked up, I thought that she might appreciate me offering to help her put her stuff in the truck. Do people do that? I’m a girl though, she might not appreciate the gesture. This probably isn’t a good idea. She seems to be handling herself alright, even though she’s going pretty slow. She’s probably just slow.
I didn’t help her. I got back in my car and went about my business. I flew out of the parking lot and relaxed a little bit by the time I got to the light in town. I looked to my right and saw her in the car. We made I contact again and, this time, the smile came naturally. I noticed that she was most likely gay. She probably would have appreciated the help. I suddenly wondered why she was moving so slowly today. I noticed that her smile was the fake one, not mine.
My light turned green and I heard a horn honk behind me. I looked away and drove off.
This is where the “Zen moment” story comes in. It was the first thing I StumbledUpon today.
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