8.09.2013

Dear Boys

So my bestie has told me she misses when I'd link up with Elise's blog and do a Dear Boys post. Which reminded me that I miss doing them too, so I shall. Even though Elise hasn't in awhile I still will. 

  

    Dear Dude,
First off, she's given you subtle hints bro! Pay attention to her!!! Secondly, I'm sorry you didn't get a better nickname than dude. The others could've potentially disclosed your identity and that would be terrible!
Love, 
You don't know me but, hey I'm Kelsey :)

   Dear MH, 
I've never really liked you. Lots of people have thought I am madly in love with you or something, but honestly, you kinda scare me. Oh, and I'd appreciate less swearing. 
Sincerely,
K

Dear Loudmouth, 
You really bother me. I don't know what it is about you, but you bother me.
Love,
That GIRL!

Dear Elmo,
I'm pretty sure you're not who I thought you were.
Bye,
KELS!

Dear really attractive guys from the grocery store,
HEYYY! I would've waved and smiled like some cutesy wonderful girl, but I'm shy.
Sincerely,
Red Shirt Girl.

And that's it my friends. Enjoy.










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8.03.2013

Too this, too that

    Too. Too this, too that. I've been told I'm "too" lots of things. Too nice. Too annoying. To quiet. Too unsocial. Too lazy. Too stubborn. Just too. 

    I live in a sort of neighborhood of houses. It's a little community across the street from an elementary school where many people live. There are probably at least, 50 houses in here. Probably more, but that's just a ballpark estimate. There's a playground, there's a half basketball court, there's an office, five fishing ponds, mailboxes, the works. Everything a typical "normal" neighborhood has. 

    Since moving here, lots of people have come and gone in my life. There were friends who continued on with their lives and forgot about me. No matter how many times I tried to reach out to them. I've had one or two close friends, but not many. I've never been good at making friends and it doesn't usually come easily to me. So, the ones I do get, I am grateful for. 

    Up until last year, I was happy living here. Happy going outside and to the park and just being with friends or big groups of kids and we'd just have fun. Then, I started realizing some things. I went to Florida last year with my grandparents for a month and realized quite a bit about myself. I realized, some of the people here have influenced my behavior and who I am. And not in good ways. I realized some toos about myself. I was too judgmental, too mean. Too horrible to the kids who weren't as "cool" as the ones I tried to fit in with. It hurt to realize it, but it's true. After realizing these things, I knew I needed to change. I needed to be better. When I came back everything changed dramatically. When I acted in this new, kinder way, not so many people liked me as much anymore. That's when the toos started. 

    "Kelsey, you're too nice!" That's the one I've heard the most. Too nice. The first time I heard it I was playing baseball in a field with a bunch of people. A little girl I know, about 8 or 9, came up and was playing with some rubber ball she had brought from her house. She was sitting quietly playing with it. I wasn't bothered by her so I didn't see why anyone else was. But some of the people I was with started saying she was getting in the way and that she needed to move elsewhere. She wasn't doing any harm. I didn't see the problem. She said she didn't want to and one of them stole her ball and threw it into the part of the field overgrown with hay. As she began to cry, I got angry. Angry at these people who were my friends. Suddenly, I didn't like them as much. I didn't like the way they treated her. What they said to her. I thought about all that I had ever seen people do to her and got angrier. I started hurting for this little girl who just wanted to fit in but didn't because, she's not thin like the other little girls and because, someone said she wasn't cool suddenly made her less cool. So, me being my new be nice self, I went into that field and searched for that ball. After about five minutes I found it. I walked back over and returned it to her with a smile. 

    "Really Kelsey?! You're too nice! Why would you do that?" Oh, I don't know maybe because she's a sweet little girl who doesn't deserve to be made fun of or have her feelings hurt because YOU don't like her. 

    I've been accused of things like that so many times. Told I'm too nice. The thing I realized though is, first off, it's not a bad accusation. I'd honestly rather be accused of being too nice than too mean. And secondly, I realized, the accusation is completely and totally true. I'm too nice. To them anyway. To the people who put down others and hurt others feelings I'm almost saintly. But to me, I'm just doing what I'd want someone to do for me if I'd been being treated like that. Why does she deserve that? Why does this sweet kid deserve to be made fun of or have her stuff taken from her? 

    I'm always nice. Well, not always. I have my off days. But I try to be. I try to be kind because it's what God calls us to do and it's just in my nature I guess. It's how I feel. I've been hurt like that. I was made fun of when I was younger. Even  now I am to a certain degree. 

    I want to know why it's in people's nature to be nasty to certain people and nice to others. Why do people find it pleasurable to hurt others? Does it really make them feel that much better about themselves? Really? Truly? 

    I can be told I'm too nice, too annoying, too ugly, too anything, and maybe it'll hurt, but I'll be fine. Because I know that no matter what anyone says to me at least I'm nice to others. At least I try not to hurt anyone's feelings. I'm not trying to boost myself up here or anything, I'm just saying, maybe if we were all a little nicer to each other, maybe if we were all a little "too nice," the world would be way, way better off.

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8.02.2013

My love/hate relationship with fortune cookies

     Since I was very little, I've loved fortune cookies. Every time we went into any restaurant I knew had them, I'd get so excited. What little message would I get this time? What special piece of wisdom would be sitting in there? It was exciting. Thrilling almost, but as I've gotten older things have changed. I realize that not all of them are true. Sure, they're deep and interesting and can sometimes put a smile on your face, but honestly, some of them have had messages I've totally disagreed with. 

    For example, last week my grandparents were here visiting. On Friday afternoon we went to a new place nearby us, it's a Chinese/Japanese buffet. The food was great. Once the waitress came with the bill and our fortune cookies, I immediately snatched one up, just waiting for that little nugget of wisdom. Then, I read it. It said, "If your desires are not extravagant, they will be granted." Um, excuse me? Can you repeat that please?

    I showed the little slip of "wisdom" to my Grampie and he said, "No, no! Jesus says He will give us whatever we want if we ask for it in His name." 

    Then I showed it to Grammie. To which she replied, "The Lord says that whatever you want will be given to you no matter how extravagant. Nothing's too big for Him." Those are my grandparents. Always full of wisdom. 

   I was a little confused by what the fortune cookie said. So if I want say, a candy bar, I can have it because it's not extravagant but, if I want miracles, that's too much to ask? Uh wrong!

   Since Grammie and Grampie didn't want theirs, I opened theirs. One said, "You can either follow your fears or be led by your passions." That one wasn't bad. It's about overcoming fear right? No harm done. The other said, "True worth is in being, not seeming." Which, I guess isn't too bad either. But the first one, the original one I opened, made me think. I always overthink things anyway but, it made me really think. 

   I had a fortune once that said, "To get respect from others, you must first give respect to others." Which is true. That one, I've kept for a long, long time. It's sitting in a drawer in my room somewhere as a reminder not to expect respect without giving it.

   When I was little, fortune cookies were magical and fun and exciting and I loved them. But now, now that I know what they could really mean and not just something that makes me smile a bit, it's different. I like fortune cookies, but at the same time, they sometimes contradict what Jesus says. So, I'll continue to open them. Continue reading my "fortunes." I guess, I can't decide what EXACTLY I think about them. I just know that when I come across ones like that one Friday afternoon, it's going in the garbage. 

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