unreasonably rational

I happened to be there for a conversation between a deacon from one church and someone who had worked in the outreach program at another church that helped people with needs like rent and utility bills. Skilled in the art of standing up for myself, ... I kept my mouth mostly shut, because I wasn't up to hearing that the case I presented was the exception rather than the rule, that people with mental illness could handle doing such-and-such, etc. So instead, like all "good" bloggers, I'll just post my opinion on the internet. Entitlement issues. How often have I heard that saying about "my" generation. And who would have the most annoying entitlement issues but the ones with the most obvious needs? Lets just take folks with mental illness. And over generalize, since the "other side" is overgeneralizing too. So, do people with mental illness have entitlement issues? I mean, when they ask for help. I mean, more than a normal person. I mean, do th...

Well, the first day teaching my new class in my new classroom has arrived. And I think it is going well. Not perfectly, but who would expect that? But well. I felt relieved when I started in and knew what to do. Relieved that I did know what I was doing, that I did have experience, that I was going to do a good job. I think I might be taking ibuprofen for a while though with headaches that might be stress related. But as long as they don't get too bad (hence, the ibuprofen), that will be okay, too. I love working with little kids. Crazy as I may be for feeling that way, it is still true. Well, on to homework while I'm on my lunch break. And then back to my new classroom to watch more kids and tape on name tags and all that good stuff.

I'm dying to tell some one my secret; I'm playing at a talent show tonight, but I haven't picked out the second song I'm supposed to sing. It didn't help that I'm having a depressed but busy day. Busy isn't even bad. It is the performing thing. I just finished my dance recital. I got compliments, but of course, in my depressed state of mind, the compliments felt empty. Eventually, enough people complimented me that I concluded I did a good job after all. Then comes this talent show. Point blank, I'd rather hide in my house or my garden today. But no, I agreed to do this. So instead of being this great, joyous occasion where I can sing in front of people, it is an act of service. Seems mixed up. That's my depressed brain for you. I think I got too tired. I blame Wednesday night for a lot of it. I fell asleep, but it was the partly-awake kind of sleep. So when I woke at 2:20, I had the brilliant idea of getting up and eating something. Sometimes ...