Are you kidding me?!?!?!?!

So a boy scout got lost in the north carolina woods earlier this week. He was missing for three days. Eventually he was found within a mile of the scout camp he was at. ONE MILE FROM CAMP, THREE DAYS!! The North carolina scouts need to actually learn something. Any scout, any logical person I know, could never be lost within a mile of camp for a day, none the less three. An embarassement to all scouts.

I hate looking into peoples eyes, judging the way they act, speak, move, etc. I do it all the time. Most people I see, on a regular basis, occasionally, maybe just once a day, or lifetime...I judge. Now I don't criticize these people in my mind, I judge the way they interact in every little aspect of life, watch their eyes, their social interactions, the slightest physical movements, variances in conversation, where they look when they walk, everything. I may not really see how people are, after all I am just looking at the cover of the book...but so many times in life, the things I perceive have come true with the people I do get to know.
So why does this bother me? Because I feel bad for people. So many I can tell have deep problems inside, things that may have been ingrained inside of them, that they will never escape. I pity these people, I'm no better, but my sorrow extends towards them. In turn I feel sorrow for something I cannot control. For example, a master seargant in my unit...I never talk to him but I see him around a lot, he's often is in charge of morning formation. He has a lot of trouble speaking publicly, and his voice is high pitched, hard to understand in the first place. When in front of the unit he stutters radically and his eyes give off a sense of fear. Today I was working in an annex, a place many people usually don't go, I saw him walking around, with a look that just screamed pain, just trying to escape the presence of people around him. It made me think, and i felt bad for him, I felt his pain.
A lot of people like to make fun of people with small things wrong that make them targets for criticism...I cant do that, I see deeper and the guilt of insulting people because of something perceived on the outside would kill me. There is always more to people, yet so much can be understood from the outside, just not too specifically. Watch peoples eyes, they are the biggest clue, not just how they move but look for the emptiness, it appears in a lot of people, maybe for just a moment, but its easy to spot, and once noticed, it will be all you notice. Thats my problem, I spot this and I no longer see more to the person. I see the pain caused from whatever and it hurts me.
I hate it. So many friends have come to me in the past with problems because I can understand, I'm not just a good listener. The problem is, worrying about other people so much prevents me from worrying about myself. I can sit down with someone and give them the greatest advice, know how to make them listen to what I say, relate to them, tell them what I learned from personal experiences and tell them what they need to hear, yet fail to listen to my own advice.
I wish that I didn't see these things in people, and its not just sorrow I see in people...I see who they are, and what is attempted to be covered. I cant say anything to people though, denial is the immediate reaction when one feels their cover is broken, not worth my time. I've tried, wont again.
I'm not the kid from 6th sense, people are the easiest book to read. Just had to write this, I don't even know why.

Soon...the time will be here....

I have some good material coming up....be warned my next poswt wont be a filler cuz I'm told I need to...Fear not....Al Heshima se ya koon huna ma she katheerin, wa antoom se ya koon massoor wa mumkin sukrahn!!

Ouch!

So, I got a good crack to the head from a sledgehammer today. DIdn't hurt really at first until I got up from the crouched position I was in. Then my body felt a pleasant euphoria...not really good, but not painful. I'm ok, the bump hurts, I'd give a pic but the ones I took don't show up well. Anyways, when your head is 6 inches away from a swinging sledge, make sure there is no animosity between you and the operator. Not that there was...or was there? He did crack my skull pretty good....good thing I have a very thick skull.

I just have to write about how excited I am about getting the 29 inch single speed...its a dream come true, I have a pic of it as my background and constantly find myself looking at pics and reviews of the bikes on the ol' internanet. Thanks for all who are helping me out with this....it is REALLY appreciated. Anyways, christmas will be arriving in FL soon, I better go wait by the mail box, don't want to miss it.

What the....was that?

I was trail running yesterday...all of a sudden a giant bee, fly, thingy flew into my face. It hit me hard, my heart stoppped cuz I was thinking about running into a banana spider. My adrenaline was pumping from that for a good five minutes afterwards as my paranoid eyes bounced around attempting to find the culprit before another attack. He never came back, lucky for him. Thats all I got.