Stream of Consciousness

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Personal Problems

There is something wrong. I tend to want to jump ahead and place the blame on the person who provokes the feelings that begin to stir inside and the subsequent actions. A wall is building. I can tear it down if I can just lower my pride and stubbornness. But its not that simple. Something to do with depression. Because that nasty stirring is the same. My insecurity. I approach every word that comes out of her mouth as a test: I have to defend everything. Nothing is a joke. I must end up on top and be superior. WHY? Perhaps it has something to do with our personality differences. Or I recognize that she is a better person than me. She is unselfish, tenderhearted, sensitive, uncritical, avid bible student, and eager to evangelize. All qualities that I lack or are underdeveloped. Do I feel threatened by her? I know I'm hurting her with my tone, smart remarks, and shortness. A good friend would cherish these qualities about her and treat her the way she deserves to be treated. But I don't. I find a spot that I'm on top of and belittle her and make sure I'm better. How horrible. But here's the worst part. I don't know how to stop. I react out of pain or a perceived threat. Its a habit. Then when I see her getting along better with people close to me that I may have some problems getting along with I feel jealous and completely walled off from having positive interactions with her or anyone I have problems getting along with. I feel even more that there is something wrong with me or the situation. And when I'm realizing all this I act worse because it hurts that my personality and/or habits are sabotaging my relationships. And more than ever at this time I can't see my way out of the messes I create. Sometimes I really don't like myself and wonder who or what I've become.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Sycamore Spartans


Hail the Sycamore Spartans, Hail the stout and the brave
Like Spartans of old , The Black and the Gold
Carry to Victory the Flag we Wave
Stand for her Honor, Fight for her Fame
Let the Echoes Roar for Sycamore
And the Glory of the Spartan name

(da daa da daa da) Rah Syco High
(da daa da daa da) Rah Syco High

Hail the Sycamore Spartans, Hail the stout and the brave
Like Spartans of old , The Black and the Gold
Carry to Victory the Flag we Wave
Stand for her Honor, Fight for her Fame
Let the Echoes Roar for Sycamore
And the Glory of the Spartan na-a-ame!