Books.

People are like books. They have covers, chapters, beginnings, ends, often times sequels. Sometimes they're enlightening, perhaps uplifting, other times they are heart tugging or scary.

But everyone organizes their books differently. I see my life as having not one, but multiple books, which narrate simultaneously. But this isn't just life, it's how I compartmentalize parts of my job and personal life too. I pull out one folder from my brain and it has everything on one subject, when I'm done with that I put it away until it is needed again.

There's a book for work. There's a book for school. There's a book for family. There's a book for boys. Because I live where I work, sometimes these get blended. Not intentionally, but because people care and they want to know how you are doing on a personal level. So I tell them about the recent happenings in my life. Unfortunately, we're all so intertwined, it gets complicated quickly.

The largest lesson I have learned is the way i compartmentalize my life is not the same as other people compartmentalize their lifes. My chapters are clearly defined - a beginning of a thought to the end of the thought. Once something happens, I process through it and move on. The next chapter happens. It's a book so you learn and you grow through it, but you also look forward to what is next. I rarely read past chapters. In my mind if a chapter is over, it's over. You learned what you could from it. I guess it isn't that people don't compartmentalize their chapters differently, it may be that our chapter don't begin or end at the same time.

I guess I'm just frustrated. My chapter has closed, and another has begun.

What Thesis?

If we consider theoretical perspectives, most especially, epistomology.

I refer to "What Thesis?"

April 11 is going to be: THE. BEST. DAY. EVER.

Crying.

How weird is it to cry?
How weird is it to cry more than once a day? Only if it's for one second.

I cried twice today.
1. I missed someone.
Ok. I'm glad I'll see that person soon.

2. I felt overwhelmed.
...and then I told myself to woman up and get to it. Nothing happens without initiative.

But has our society become so desensitized to the emotion attached with crying - whether it be sad or feeling helpless - or has society enforced the perception that crying signifies weakness and we should only show strength? Maybe a combination of both.

Eff it. I cry a lot. If something is sweet, if something is sad, if empathy overcomes me, if there is injustice.

Would I be saying this if I was male? Who knows. Probably not.
So funny to me how it works this way.
But does it 'work'?

Doubtful.