Steal My Sunshine

I was thinking about some things I was reading, catching up on other people's lives, and I started thinking about their commentary on their own life. It occurred to me, "Sometimes I am baffled by people's inability to look beyond themselves and at least acknowledge the joy that other people experience. You don't have to enjoy it too, but to steal that joy from someone else? Disgraceful." and I am utterly disappointed. However, I also have to remind myself that I am not in their shoes and I do not know all of the details so I can not completely resign to knowing the right and wrong in this situation.

Also, I wonder how many times I do that? I like to think that my own sarcasm and frequent negativity are my way of dealing with life, and don't affect other people. I actually try really hard to make sure that people around me feel good and comfortable. Sometimes I try too hard, in fact. Yet this is clearly my opinion from my perspective. It is impossible for me to objectively evaluate how my negativity impacts others. So next time you are having a joyous moment, and I steal your joy, feel free to remind me to let you have your moment and enjoy it too. I don't need to pretend to be joyful with you, I just shouldn't spoil it for you.

A Poem

In school, the only form of poetry that I ever got the hang of was haiku. I think this is because there is one simple rule, and it is easy to remember. Syllables. Five, seven, five, done. Other poetry was too deep and complex for me. "Sure, it doesn't have to rhyme," so said the teacher. But then I get my grade back and she tells me "it's not really a poem." What did I miss?! I'm not sure why I didn't just stick with the rhyming. It is also an easy rule to follow. Maybe it was during my "I want to look cool and mature" phase, and apparently rhyming seemed childish. So, the haiku it was.

Now for the haiku itself (with explanation to follow):

Hush little birdies
The sun has not said good 'morn
And sleep evades me

This was composed somewhere between the hours of four and five this morning. I had trouble falling asleep and staying asleep all night long. So as I lay awake in bed, at four-something this morning, trying to clear my head and focus on 'nothing', I was rudely distracted by eager birds. Why do they sing their chipper songs before it is light? Must they remind me that day is coming, so I better hurry up and get my sleep in? Thanks, pressure is just what a restless person needs to fall back asleep. hah. And so, as I am sure everyone does, I made up a poem. I hope you have enjoyed my literary adventure. :)

P.S. I do, in fact, enjoy birds. Just not when they are singing at 4am. ;)