Wise Words

Wisdom finds you in a variety of ways. It can be in the form of a word or an image or even a cookie. Personally I always find that the most appreciated nuggets of wisdom are the unexpected ones which come from unexpected places. Case in point this very blog. Many people have read it and responded with faces that are completely blank and shocked by my well... deepness. It's highly unexpected since as one mean German boy said 'most of the time you talk like you've had brain surgery'. Anyway I must tell you all about my unexpected piece of wisdom today.

Whenever I feel especially fat then I drag myself out of bed at 'early morning maths time' and half asleep I drive to Karori pool to go swimming. Usually I almost fall asleep whilst doing freestyle up and down the pool (really it's a little bit of a safety hazard isn't it?). Then I pull myself out of the pool at 8.10 which means that inevitably I arrive at school at 8.35... late as usual. The interesting part comes in after I've dragged myself out of the water and after I've washed my hair with schwartzkoff pearl essences (purple bottle). I'm there getting changed by myself and I listen to the conversations of the girls whose mothers bully them into swimming at a ridiculous hour in the morning. It's all very entertaining. Today whilst eavesdropping I got a tasty piece of wisdom and something which is just so immaturely brilliant. So which one shall be first wisdom or immaturity?

Wisdom. Those little girls were incredibly b*****. They were the kind who I just knew would grow up to become the 'plastics' or the 'barbies' or (this is my favorite) the 'SAPP's' (self appointed popular poo's). They were absolutely horrible. One of them stole another girls swimming togs and threw them under where I was getting changed. Poor child she was blatantly the wounded gazelle in this slightly disturbing animal analogy. That means that I must have been the rhino or a tree (since I was a spectator). Anyway after one of them said something especially nasty another said something which has stuck with me. 'At school our teacher says that when we say something mean then immediately we have to say 2 nice things'. It's a great idea isn't it? Well in principle at least. It means that that mean statement is balanced with a super nice dose of warm fuzzies. Although the problem with this idea is that inevitably the mean statement will be honest and the nice statement will be... let's just say less than genuine. It's a reasonably good idea though isn't it? It sort of reminds me of this thing that Cherise told me to watch (it includes Hodgins). It's called 'Validation' I won't explain it. You can watch it instead. The only problem is why must we only say something nice in order to make up for doing something wrong? Or in order to get something in return? We really most certainly are incredibly selfish creatures aren't we? I shall make a pact today to be nice and not need anything in return.



The immature thing. One said 'what's the time?' the other said 'time to get a watch'. It was so beautifully simplistic that every time anyone asks me for the time I'm going to most certainly use it. Although I sense that some people may get annoyed with that... meh.

3 Good Things
*Finding a really pretty navy blue dress for the ball that I'm maybe going to... I dislike being left in the lurch...
*Not having to go to my speech lesson today and instead doing intense study.
*Nigella conversation! It was beautiful and finally Michaela understands the beauty of Nigella and why nigella caused my addiction.