I have a new parrot, and I can’t make this too long because I have to get back to loving it the most ever. It still needs a name, so if you have one that you think i wouldn’t mind hearing repeated back to me 300 times a day, by all means lay it on me.
I don’t yet know if the bird is male or female because it is too young to guess visually and hasn’t been DNA sexed. But it is either female or a fabulous male, because i’ve had a lot of pet birds in my life, but never one with such a keen eye for a kickass pair of earrings. I think we’re bffs.
i’m really antisocial this week, so please accept my apologies if i’ve been flaky. i’m still trying to catch up on everything after this trip, and i have a retarded amount of work to do today.
on the emotional development front, i think i’m entering a new adolescence at a time when many of my peers are in a comfortable period of feeling on top of things. i have no problems with either state, that’s just an observation. when i was 18, i thought i knew what i wanted in life and how i was going to get it, and most of my peers seemed to feel the same way. at 21, i thought i was dumb at 18 but my modified life plan would serve me well, and most of my peers seemed to feel the same way. at 25, so far i think i’m just fine not having a plan, but most of my peers seem like they’ve all got their new 5-year plans worked out and are happy about that. again, i think both sides are totally legit, i just hope i don’t alienate anybody too much with my inability to think in the same terms.
for the first time in a long time (if not ever), i find myself wanting more time by myself, and trying to pay attention to the tides of my life with no obvious hope to control them. i sort of just want to hang out with myself and get to know me a little better.
there’s a poem by louise glück on pages 96-97 of this week’s new yorker that ends with the following:
The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,
a lover or master. In the end, you do what that voice tells you.
It says forget, you forget.
It says begin again, you begin again.
i really liked that a lot.
my latest theory is that people who are afraid of being hurt need to experience more of it. after a certain amount of falls, i think you stop being scared and can start living. i came home from honduras to see all my plants (including the one i was so afraid would die) growing like crazy. you begin again, you know?
I, in fact, do not have a new 5 year plan anymore (didn’t last that long) so don’t feel alone ;) Where’s pics of your new little friend? How we suppose to help name it without seeing it??? I know what you mean about spending more time with yourself to learn more about yourself, it really does help as long as you don’t do it too much and become totally antisocial. And yes, sometimes when you’re afraid you just need to go get hurt so you can get through it and learn from it and become a stronger person. I’ve been doing a little of that lately and it’s amazing how it can turn out in the end by taking some chances and risks (as long as not too extreme). BTW I just got an apartment with Dave in Gibraltar, I’ll have to shoot you an email with my new address =)
— Dawn Mar 30, 08:23 PM [link]We cant help give it a name without knowing how it looks. I say post a pic
— Liz Mar 31, 11:47 AM [link]I think it’s key is to always trust your own judgment with what are valuable experiences and what’s worth doing next. A 5 year plan is well and good once you know where you want to be in 5 years. We’re younger than we think. Have fun. =)
— Brett Apr 2, 04:54 AM [link]Fred….I think Fred is a great name for a bird….no matter what he/she looks like….jmho….lmao….love, u jim
— uncle jim Apr 2, 10:35 PM [link]