The Little Things
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
♥ Wednesday, August 18, 2010
After the movie, Zombieland, I do wonder how many of the bloggers have titled their entries as such. And if in the movie it was called "the simple things" and you are taking an issue with that- you are just being pedantic.
Speaking of which, it is absolutely interesting to note the amount of laughter that can be drawn out of simple words. Take "pedantic" for example. The first time I heard it was in a legal philosophy class, used by a professor on a student- obviously in an admonishment, of some sort. Then, Jean used it. And it was never the same again. Take another word, "score". The first time she used it, I laughed for about two minutes flat. I will never be the same with that word again. But to give her all that credit would be to swell what is already swollen, so we shall try to steer clear of that.
Before I talk about her, which would obviously be the highlight of today's entry, I'll make an announcement about the blog. This blog will remain a place for my own weird intellectual musings and feelings. But the more important notes will be left for facebook and emails, where I beg people to read by tagging them or having my initials pop up in their sacred mailboxes- hopefully not as a spam. This place, will be more like a journal entry of some sort. But it is not set in stone, I just might revert back to the blog to write on serious issues. Quoting Jean, "we see how".
And yes, without embarrassment or hesitation, this girl has become the quoted authority on quite a few matters- it is not just relationships, it is on God and religion, parents and families, psychology, acting...the list goes on. I am not too sure whether she would be peeved by the term "girl" - after all, the person who stares back in the mirror is some princess goddess from the land of the indescribably beautiful- but in Pontius Pilate's words, "what i have written, i have written". So "deal with it"- a reply I learnt from, guess who?
Why the "little" things? Well, because both of us are really, really, tired of "big", for starters- an ostensibly private joke. But seriously, you'd be surprised at the way the little things can really make a difference. Peanut butter on toasted bread can taste a tad better just by flipping in and laying the side with the spread on your tongue. On another note, try closing your eyes when you eat- trust me, it is a whole lot different. The little things.
Even more seriously, the little things can mean a lot. Take a phone call for example- who would have possibly thought that the essence of a commitment would come down to a phone call? Who would have known that the most unimportant decision of administrating a talk at church one day, could very well be the most significant one of a person's life? God is in the little things, I tell you.
If you still dont know anything about her, then this would be my fault. What does she do? She loves life and I mean all the bits and pieces about it. She just told me she actually discovered that she loves writing a report- either I am right, or she is just weird. Or maybe I am the weird one.
So you know what, maybe I am wrong and all these things are not that important. I am perhaps just blowing them out of proportion. Maybe whatever I said isnt funny either and I am crazy. But no worries, I am seeing a psychologist =)
