I saw this and couldn’t resist posting it. ” WARNING DALEKS AHEAD”

The day has  finally arrived, and i graduate from college in just a few hours. It kinda weird, but at the same time really good. It’s strange this is supposed to be some great big occasion and i find myself doing what i would on any normal day. I normally wouldn’t blog, but it kinda seems the thing to do today. This is a special occasion which warrants a special blog. But so far the day has been anything , but special. I got up , hand breakfast, visited for a bit, and now i’m in the library blogging of all things. It’s not exactly the kind of thing one does on a day like this, and yet it is what it is.

Hopefully things will pick up as the day goes on, and the feel of the importance of the way will become more manifest. But for now, i’ll simply try to enjoy it for what it is and do my best to simply get through the day.

So i’m taking off  to go to my college graduation in a few minutes. And i wanted to quickly post. I”m super excited and terrified at the same time. I can’t wait and i want it to be over already. I’m stressed out beyond belief and surprisingly calm at the same time.This entire experiences is just a lot of opposite feelings  and ways of seeing what is going on. I”m ready to go and so scared to take the first step, that i can hardly move. It’s going to take all of my strength to get through the next two days, and i can only hope it will be worth it.  I”m sure it will, but still i live and wonder about what will happen next ,and how things will turn out. This is a major turning point in my life , after which i can never go back to what i was before, and i’m ready for it.

I just has a profound realization, this semester is not about classes and schoolwork, but it’s about me learning about myself , and finding out who i really am. That’s s all that really matters, the rest is just filler. Whats important is my own self discovery.

Why does the universe hate me this semester? It seems to me that everything that can go wrong is going wrong. I need one class to graduate from Umass, and it is the most frustrating class in the world. It couldn’t just be easy for me could it?

My hand is still so broken i can’t lift a pen, which mean no art making, of any kind. Which is the only thing i really enjoy doing .  I can barely type, which means i keep making mistakes just trying to get this written.

I am stressed out pretty much ever day, and it’s surprising if i don’t end of crying at some point during the day. The work load is slowly “killing” (Not literally) me. I hardly have any free time and that all gets eaten up trying to have a social life.

I don’t know what to do, or how to make it any easier. I try to take it day at a time, but it doesn’t help. So i rant in this space if for no other reason than to “voice” (figuratively) what needs to be aid.

Am steus nowydh dalleth a-vorrow ha my nebes prederys . Yma surredi na praga dhe hemm . Pup-tra bodh bones  brav. Yma  na res dhe prederys , my ambosa. Feus da !

Dear Random Stranger,

I would like to speak to you as person who has something to say. Today I passed you on the street as I was going about my business. You may have noticed me, I think probably not.  You did not look me in the eyes as I passed and you do not know my name.  Neither can I say I know who you are other the the Stranger, who walked past with the other Stranger. Or more correctly I should say that you are Strangers to me, and I probably will never see you again and you will never read this .

However I have something I would like to say. As I walked past minding my own business and doing nothing to draw attention to myself, you commented about me. I”m sure by now you have forgotten completely , and utterly and it was just a passing remark, at least to you.  You spoke word that were filled with nothing but ignorance, and hurt.

Your passing comment about me , not as the person I am but as the object you make me into , still hurts me even now. You speak without knowing the truth of anything and do great harm through your ignorance. To you I am just another face in the crowd, and can’t possibly feel the hurt and venomous sting of your word. You are just some random person, and yet you are every random person who speaks and hurls hurt and pain my way. Your words sting.

If however to you I am just another face in the crowd, as you could be to me, and feel that you must hurt me as you pass then do so. If through your words that I find hurtful , I can spare another pain then by all means make me the object of your words. I nothing more than to spare anyone else undue pain, so please feel free to demean me and make me less than I am. Make me into the unfeeling object that you believe I am , and then leave me in peace. The harm being done, and myself forgotten by you.

I do not blame you for for your need to be the way you are.  You can change yourself, about as much as I can change myself. Or maybe this is just how I wish it could be. I am ever changing and always growing, and maybe you can be like this too. But there I go trying to make you something other than you are, and I have no right. Forgive me as that was a careless think for me to say.

That is all I wanted to say , and I hope that though these words will never reach you, that some good may come of them. Live well, and be happy, please.

Yours Truly,

The Random Stranger You Passed In The Street  Today