The answer is not as simple as one would hope. This problem gets to the heart of the gender divide, and needs to be researched further, in the attempt to provide a solution. This paper will be devoted to creating that solution, so that men and women can communicate more efficiently, with less misunderstandings. However, this will not be easy. There are those who would attempt to label this as "mud slinging", but, in reality, this is not. It's a simple question, that i think has a very complex solution, and I would be remiss to avoid the controversial subjects. No matter what some may say, my question still stands - "What's up with the hyper-analyzation all girls do, in every subject matter"?
The complicated nature of girls' minds is not a new phenomenon. According to John Doe, "The female gender forever has, is, and always will be, the subject of much intellectual discussion, especially in historical cultures. Their influence of, and interactions with, the male half is a lesson the division of the sexes, in and of itself" (Doe 34). The female mind is inherently different than that of the male's, and is, therfore, a different "creature" altogether than that of the male's mind. The solution is simple: figure out a scientific reason for the difference, and promote "social communication" classes, in oder to further communication.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Gender Question
Has there ever been a time in your life where, after interacting with a certain type of person, you just want to throw your hands into the air and scream? Does the inability to relate frustrate you? If so, you're not alone. The "gender divide" has been confounding people for millenia, and, as yet, there is no definitive answer as to how to solve it! Everyone in history has, at one time or another, been frustrated in their attempts to commuicate with others of the opposing sex. Even though we're designed to be social creatures, this "gap" is a major "hang up" in our attempts to get along with others, and it gets better - there is no concievable end in sight! There are going to be both men and women on this planet forever, even after the Lord comes again.
Keeping that in mind, there are questions every guy wants to have answered... For one, we wonder why girls are so danged complicated!? It's SO much easier to be simpler, and to just "let things flow!" So then, my question is: why are girls so high strung? They take everything so seriously and so literally, and this really complicates things in any relationship. Anything a guy says is analyzed and cross-analyzed for meaning, even if it's just a simple comment! And furthermore, this happens not only in relation to guys, but to other girls as well. They're constantly trying to figure out "what was meant" by this comment or that comment, and even simple compliments are put "under the knife", so to speak. Why then?
Keeping that in mind, there are questions every guy wants to have answered... For one, we wonder why girls are so danged complicated!? It's SO much easier to be simpler, and to just "let things flow!" So then, my question is: why are girls so high strung? They take everything so seriously and so literally, and this really complicates things in any relationship. Anything a guy says is analyzed and cross-analyzed for meaning, even if it's just a simple comment! And furthermore, this happens not only in relation to guys, but to other girls as well. They're constantly trying to figure out "what was meant" by this comment or that comment, and even simple compliments are put "under the knife", so to speak. Why then?
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Photo Journal Walk
For my photo journal walk, I decided to walk around my neighborhood, visiting a couple of places that I'd not been to in several years - places that hold good memories for me, or that bring peace, and a contemplative mood.
My first stop was to a grove of old trees about a half mile from my house. These aren't just any trees, but are special for many reasons: one, their type. They are a very VERY rare species of tree, named pacific yew. There are very few of these trees left in suburbia today, and that brings me to my second point. These trees are old. While they are only about 25 feet tall, they are gnarly and twisted, with knots, protrusions and little needles waving everywhere. I counted the rings on a piece that I once cut, and realized - with a shock, that these trees predate the settlement of the Seattle area by white people. Over 250 years! While I'm in this grove, time seems to melt away, and I'm transported back to before this area was ever touched by a human's eyes, or trampled under their foot's passing, a time of wild, primordial, untouched beauty.
My next waypoint was a huge clump of bamboo, numbering over 5,000 shoots in total, and the site holds many of my childhood memories. As it were, this species of bamboo is not native to the United States, but to Japan, where it is considered a sacred species. In this veritable forest of bamboo, I'm brought to another world, strange, and alien to me - that of the eastern half of the world, someplace I would like to visit.
Visiting these two sites, I felt like I was home. I feel more in touch with God when I'm in the natural world, enjoying its beauty, and someday, my dream is to live out in it, savoring God's creation.
I thoroughly enjoyed this trip down memory lane, and hope you did as well. In this time of ever-changing realities and uncertain certainties, it's comforting to have something familiar to cling to, even if its just for a little while!
My first stop was to a grove of old trees about a half mile from my house. These aren't just any trees, but are special for many reasons: one, their type. They are a very VERY rare species of tree, named pacific yew. There are very few of these trees left in suburbia today, and that brings me to my second point. These trees are old. While they are only about 25 feet tall, they are gnarly and twisted, with knots, protrusions and little needles waving everywhere. I counted the rings on a piece that I once cut, and realized - with a shock, that these trees predate the settlement of the Seattle area by white people. Over 250 years! While I'm in this grove, time seems to melt away, and I'm transported back to before this area was ever touched by a human's eyes, or trampled under their foot's passing, a time of wild, primordial, untouched beauty.
My next waypoint was a huge clump of bamboo, numbering over 5,000 shoots in total, and the site holds many of my childhood memories. As it were, this species of bamboo is not native to the United States, but to Japan, where it is considered a sacred species. In this veritable forest of bamboo, I'm brought to another world, strange, and alien to me - that of the eastern half of the world, someplace I would like to visit.
Visiting these two sites, I felt like I was home. I feel more in touch with God when I'm in the natural world, enjoying its beauty, and someday, my dream is to live out in it, savoring God's creation.
I thoroughly enjoyed this trip down memory lane, and hope you did as well. In this time of ever-changing realities and uncertain certainties, it's comforting to have something familiar to cling to, even if its just for a little while!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
"to care or not to care"
To care or not to care, yes thats the question:
is it better in our minds to not,
and live a quiet life of lies,
than to actually live, and take charge,
and in that action find who one truly is. In that,
in our deepest thoughts, do we think to end,
that which is our darkness, our demons,
that flesh is heir to. It's a thought to definately consider,
a hope to strive for. To face your darkness, to care,
to think of the end. Yeah, that the problem all right,
for in facing those demons, who knows what skeletons one may find,
having decided to fight, and not cower in fear,
must stop our hands. There's the heart of the matter,
that makes it so hard to do.
for who would think to fight,
againt the certain doom of these inner selves,
who to live, and who to die,
in order that all peace may be had,
when it's so much easier just to die. Who would,
in their right mind, suffer through this terrible task,
but the fear of what lies beyond,
in this undiscovered country,
from which no one ever returns, yes it definately makes one think:
would we trade our known pains, for those that aren't?
are we that naive?
for we are held captive by our fear,
and even the greatest endeavors of mankind,
are turned to dust by the inability to act.
is it better in our minds to not,
and live a quiet life of lies,
than to actually live, and take charge,
and in that action find who one truly is. In that,
in our deepest thoughts, do we think to end,
that which is our darkness, our demons,
that flesh is heir to. It's a thought to definately consider,
a hope to strive for. To face your darkness, to care,
to think of the end. Yeah, that the problem all right,
for in facing those demons, who knows what skeletons one may find,
having decided to fight, and not cower in fear,
must stop our hands. There's the heart of the matter,
that makes it so hard to do.
for who would think to fight,
againt the certain doom of these inner selves,
who to live, and who to die,
in order that all peace may be had,
when it's so much easier just to die. Who would,
in their right mind, suffer through this terrible task,
but the fear of what lies beyond,
in this undiscovered country,
from which no one ever returns, yes it definately makes one think:
would we trade our known pains, for those that aren't?
are we that naive?
for we are held captive by our fear,
and even the greatest endeavors of mankind,
are turned to dust by the inability to act.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Loving A Grendel
1.
To love a Grendel is hard. Especially one as horrid as Dylan. However, that's what I endeavered to do. Hopefully I made an impression on his poor, abjectly miserable life.
All joking aside, being nice to Dylan was my project for "Loving a Grendel". I was nice to him all day monday, with less sarcastic comments than normal, and tried to get to know him a little bit.
2.
I chose Dyaln as a "Grendel" because he was a person I normally don't interact with on a regular basis, and I thought it would be kinda interesting.
3.
Because I'm naturally sarcastic. I realize that it's not always well-liked in most circles, but I wanted to try to be nice to him for once...
4.
I think I'm starting to build a semi-friendship with him! That's kinda nice, because I hope to make an impact on his "life"...
To love a Grendel is hard. Especially one as horrid as Dylan. However, that's what I endeavered to do. Hopefully I made an impression on his poor, abjectly miserable life.
All joking aside, being nice to Dylan was my project for "Loving a Grendel". I was nice to him all day monday, with less sarcastic comments than normal, and tried to get to know him a little bit.
2.
I chose Dyaln as a "Grendel" because he was a person I normally don't interact with on a regular basis, and I thought it would be kinda interesting.
3.
Because I'm naturally sarcastic. I realize that it's not always well-liked in most circles, but I wanted to try to be nice to him for once...
4.
I think I'm starting to build a semi-friendship with him! That's kinda nice, because I hope to make an impact on his "life"...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Personal Statement
As I sat in the cold metal chair, I rocked back and forth, full of the nervous energy any 5 year old child would have. A nurse entered the room, and told me to follow her - through the door she'd just entered from. As I entered, I was met by the beeping of myriads of monitors, and the the sight of a small boy, so hooked up to tubes that he looked like a spider trapped in his own web. I realized, "This is my little brother". A tag around his left ankle told his name, Joshua, and that he was born with half a heart.
I was told by a passing doctor that "He would be going into surgery for another (whole) heart that very next day". That was the first, and last, time I saw him alive. That evening he passed away, the very night before he was to go into surgery to save his life.
Growing up with that spectre looming over me, it has been difficult for my family, my siblings, and me to forget him, from what little we'd been able to experience. Apparently, he was just like me as a baby, looks and all, or so my mom says. After that sad experience, I've grown into who I am as a person: strong, loyal, and giving. Losing my little brother made me grow up faster than I probably would have otherwise. It has made me realize how precious life is, and how fleeting. I live my life to be strong, independent individual that will make my little brother (and family members who have gone before), look down on me and be proud that I was a member of their family.
I was told by a passing doctor that "He would be going into surgery for another (whole) heart that very next day". That was the first, and last, time I saw him alive. That evening he passed away, the very night before he was to go into surgery to save his life.
Growing up with that spectre looming over me, it has been difficult for my family, my siblings, and me to forget him, from what little we'd been able to experience. Apparently, he was just like me as a baby, looks and all, or so my mom says. After that sad experience, I've grown into who I am as a person: strong, loyal, and giving. Losing my little brother made me grow up faster than I probably would have otherwise. It has made me realize how precious life is, and how fleeting. I live my life to be strong, independent individual that will make my little brother (and family members who have gone before), look down on me and be proud that I was a member of their family.
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