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e’s nobody else available to hang out. Because you always call me when you want something from me. It’s because you don’t listen to me now, and maybe you never did in the first place – my mistake. Because you don’t even try to help me, but I’m the considerate idiot who makes life easier for you. Because you only want me around when you want to show me off, like a well-trained pet that does tricks for your dinner guests. Because we don’t really talk often enough for me to tell you what a jerk you’ve been. You treat me like I’m not worth your time.

It’s because whenever I open up to you, you criticize me about the most insignificant parts of the situation. Because you stop listening once I say something you can argue about, patiently waiting for me to take a breath so you can attack.  Because you’re really only asking me how I’m feeling because the drama of my life entertains you. Because you don’t know how to communicate and blame it on everyone else in your life. You hurt me and you know it.

Because I know I can always come to you when I need to cry on someone’s shoulder;  I know you’ll be there to listen to me for as long as it takes (to turn the conversation back to your problems). Because you make me feel like I don’t have the right to feel the way I do. You manipulate me because my life is just a game to you.

Know that each sentence alone describes one and all, each paragraph describes one or many. For all the people who fit into any of the “you” above, I thank you.  I’m done and I’ve learned a lot.

I’m done trying to please you. I’m not changing me to make you happy. This is the end of my ritualistic sacrifices in the name of people who don’t appreciate me. I’m reminded again that I can’t depend on anyone to appreciate the things I do. I can’t expect you to help me. I know now that I must rely on myself alone. Luckily, I’m one of the strongest people I know and I can handle it. Life’s not always fiar, people aren’t always kind, and most peope survive. I choose to thrive.

Dieters Beware Of Skinny Friends With Big Appetites

Researchers conducted a study to see what serving size people picked when sitting next to people of different weights (using a padded suit on the same woman to control variables) and further to test how much of that portion they would eat.

It seems that people are uniformly likely to choose the same portion size, small or large, based on what the researcher chose. Their perceived weight had no effect.

Regardless of portion size, it seems that people are far less when sitting next to the overweight woman, but ate much more when they sat near the very thin counterpart.

There you have it – the skinny people are making America overweight and the overweight people are inspiring us not to eat as much. Research has trumped all in finding ways to make social interactions more awkward.

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Bashed Your Head? You Need A Stiff Drink

This article covers a report of 38,000 people with head injuries.  For ever 100 sober people who died, there were 88 who died with alcohol in their system. Basic math: 12% more survivors with alcohol.

Yes, this can be misleading. The amount of alcohol were not a factor in their research. Also, we need to remember that many accidents with drunken survivors wouldn’t have happened at all if the person was not impaired by the alcohol. They did mention that higher levels of alcohol actually increase rate of death.

They’re going to do more research. Maybe someday they’ll come up with a magic dose that helps people with head trauma. You’ll go to the ER after an accident for your prescription shot of tequila.

I just thought you should know that I’m getting ready for bed now and I’m thinking of you.  I wonder what color your bed sheets are, as I’m putting fresh ones on my bed.  They’re pale blue, in case you’re wondering.

I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately.  Crazy, I know, but I have my reasons.  Blame Oprah, if you like.  She helped make all that fuss over that book The Secret and the idea that people can use their mind to attract things they want.  This is my experiment, although not really a secret, to see if I can get what I want: you.

This is more complicated than it seems because I don’t know if we’ve ever met.  I have no clue about who you really are, where you live, or anything else about you.  According to the theory, it doesn’t matter.  I can custom-order you from the universe by just thinking about you, like I am tonight.

Somewhere in your dreams tonight, you’ll meet a cute girl with short brown hair and eyes full of laughter.

Goodnight, my someone.

Love,
Me

Besides having us pick our own groups through ingenius methods, we talked about perceptions.  I wondered, after arriving in my safe little group, what they thought of me.

I’m scared of other people assuming I’m unfamiliar with different cultures just because I’m “white”.  Besides, I prefer to think of myself as the color “peach” because it’s much smoother and less boring than the institutional sterilization of blank nothingness I think of with “white”.   Anyway – I really don’t like it when other “white” people put down other cultures and I’d hate to have anyone think I could be one of those snooty extremists.

Being in the diversity of New York, I sometimes wish I had darker skin.  My pasty and pale exterior hides my love of spanish culture, but I really don’t want to fry myself under real or fake UV cancer-causing light.  It’s not worth it.  I also don’t really like the idea of slathering on the chemical tanners.  I’m sure they can’t be healthy.  For now, I’ll just let my actions do the expression and try to learn spanish.

I also worry about what they’d say if they knew I was gay.  4/5 others in my group are married and 3/5 others have kids.  I know that I, too, am making assumptions here and they may well think nothing of it, but I always wonder what would change.

Maybe someday the world will change and nobody will write things like this anymore.