The different types of people in your life

I heard this little diagnosis somewhere, though I can’t seem to remember where. Anyways, that isn’t important, what is important is how everyday it seems to become more true.
There are three types of people in your life:
1: The type that stays forever or is consonantly a part of your life from the time you meet them (family, spouses, the occasional friend).
2: The type that stays for a while and eventually disappears, though they may make guest appearances later in life (Teachers, friends).
3: The type that only appears briefly and you most likely will never see again (acquaintance).
I guess the interesting part isn’t really that the diagnosis is true, but instead the impact that each type of person can have on your life. It gets really interesting and even heartbreaking once thoroughly analyzed.
I’ve taken particular interest in the second type of person. This may be due to the fact that I’m finding myself in the position constantly. I love meeting new people and helping them overcome whatever challenges they happen to face at the time. Yet, it seems that after a while they no longer need me or they move on (or simply away). It’s not that they are trying to be mean and disregard me, but more that it was simply time.
I hold no grudge against these people. I just find it immensely interesting that I constantly get myself into these situations, no matter the precautions I take.
When thinking of the people in my life that hold this position, I find myself baffled. Even though they only stay for a while, they often have the greatest impacts on me. Logically you would think that a person that holds the first position would have the greatest impact, but, not to downgrade their influence, they don’t. At least in my life, that is.
An interesting conclusion, and even a comforting one because I can only hope that I have in turn influenced the people that never held a fulltime role in my life.
It gives one something to think about, even if it is a little over zealous on the analyzing.

Random thought:
Over analysis lies in the brain, but its conclusions often come from the heart.

The day I screamed, “Give me a sign!”

Yeah, it is absolutely and overwhelmingly corny. I really shouldn’t call it corny—that’s like slapping my creator in the face. About a month ago I lie in bed, distressed over my future and what will become of it. Sure, I would like to be a part of changing the world. I think a lot of people would like to be, but which rout do I take to have the biggest impact. Will someone please throw me a bone? I don’t have the money to change the world, and because of my passion for journalism I might never have it. So I’ve chosen to use a talent I have in order to do my part: writing. But still the question remains: which way do I go, how long do I wait until something truly significant happens.
Well that is just it; you can’t wait for something to literally fall in your lap. You do have to work for it. Still, I felt as though I wasn’t being given any slack . . . at all. So I asked for some. In fact, I was kind of cross about it, which I later felt bad about. I said, literally out loud, “You give me a sign, you give me a sign tomorrow or I might just give up.”
Yes, I was at that much of a low. I’m not sure if I would have actually given up, but in that moment . . .
Anyways, the next day, still feeling down, I almost skipped class. Something pushed me to get my lazy self out of bed. Good thing, because as I arrived to the First Year Seminar Class, there it was, my “sign,” ready to give a short spiel about volunteer opportunities in other countries. Sure, it doesn’t have to do with journalism, but it would get me out there and get me other country experience.
But, being objective, my first thought was, “How much do I have to pay?” Surprisingly, if you do the leg work to get funded by companies (donations are tax deductible), the answer was nothing.
So I applied for the program, International Student Volunteers, and was accepted this week. I don’t know what country I’ll be volunteering in yet. Nonetheless, I got my sign, or at least that’s what I’m taking it as; perhaps because that is all I’ve got. But I’m happy with it and can’t wait to go abroad and help others.

Random Thought:
One receives true happiness from the smile of another being.

Rough Start

First off, I'd like to address my last blog, which wasn't really even a blog at all. I needed a place to post my resume so I could link to it, and all the actual websites for it seem either fishy or you had to make an account. Way to lazy to do that. So . . . I figured that posting it here then linking to it directly through the archives wouldn't hurt.

Anyways, I've had a rough couple of weeks. Getting this thing going has proven harder than I thought. It isn't that I have a shortage of ideas, but more that I'm a perfectionist. So when I decide I want to write something I insist on it being perfect, not just another little entry. Perfection, which I never actually achieve because perfection is impossible, takes time! Time that, due to my rough couple of weeks, has been unavailable. However, I should be back on my feet soon, especially with Christmas break around the corner!

Excuses, excues, Elaine--you make me sick!

Anyhow, time for my random thought! Oh and if you didn't notice, I made my last random thought my subhead of the name of my blog. I thought I was pretty spiffy!

One can not force the perfection of themselves, for that would cause many more imperfections than previously held.