Jamie Jane

Everyone has been given in to the 7 deadly sins during the past few days of Halloween. We’ve all felt gluttonous into candy and alcohol - taking a wrath on our bodies. It is always the day after in which we feel like a sloth, shielding our eyes from the daylight. Many pride themselves on being a morning person, even after a hard night of partying; many of us envying them. The children coming up to our door, who are greedy for candy, lusting for more.

My mother just called me to wish me a happy birthday. She’s currently picking up my brother from the dentist after his wisdom teeth have been pulled. He’s still a bit groggy, but coherent; I was kind of hoping for “Brian after the dentist” story, but it didn’t happen. Anyways, my mother told me that she moved to Canada when she was around my age, and can’t believe I’ve past my teenage years behind me. My mother (and my father) have sacrificed so much for me and my sibling. Thank you for the birthday wish, and thanks for everything else. 

That is the one line I hear over and over again. when people do something that crosses a line, a boundary, or people, that seems to be the excuse they used to justify actions of any sort.   

We do things things out of the ordinary when we’re in a ‘different state of mind,’ but I think the statement is absolute b*llshit. We make up these kinds of excuses when we’re too chicken to say what we really mean. They should re-label “liquid courage” as “I’m too scared to show you my vulnerable side.”

When people say “I was drunk,” we do hurt people - but we never actually would know. That person you slept with hopes to be in a relationship with you is hurt. We always see the underdog in movies being the victim in a crime of passion and secret lust. Maybe they need a swig of rum or a chug of wine to tell them how they actually feel, after it’s too late. It’ll never work out for them. 

Everyone truly means what they say when they have a reason that would justify actions of the absurd. Why do you think we call our favorite person while we drunk dail? Or why is it that we call the person we love, to fuck? Or why do we confess are deepest darkest secret to, sometimes, complete stranges? We all want to feel something. anything. 

The sun rose as I was on my way to school on the number 12. The temperatures has since dropped to a degree in which birds flew south and leaves were continuously dropping from branches around me. I haven’t seen this light of day in a long time. I am a night owl by heart, never by choice. I would rather see the sun rise while my gaze becomes much more difficult to stare at my ceiling. 

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

- John Keats (1818)

My tired eyes are met with an active imagination up on the dead of night. At these hours, only the silence ever hears my thought, galloping and trotting between my eardrums. my soul is restless and burns a fiery passion for nourishment of rest.

I weep and bemoan over for the all mighty dollar. The only currency accepted at most establishments, and yet, do not discount for tears, love or trust.

I do not recall the time I had to”take their word” instead of their worth.

My personal value as a person will never be the same worth as something made of cotton and comes in denominations of earnings that show my proletariat status of society.  

The confiscation of my wealth are from capitalized establishments within my country, separating me from something I will never earn back. 

I get flushed back into a system of regret, only to pay for more things, and more things. 

why to try to pay someone to try and fix my money woes, when a penny for my thoughts will never turn into something that will be worth more to me than just an almighty dollar. 

Sometimes I wonder about the people will never see again. Missed connections between you and I. At school, you sit beside a person for a whole semester, and once you finish that final stroke on the sheet of paper, it’s as if it you signed a document stating your MIAAF (missing in action and forever) status. Talking for hours, getting to know each other while doing assignments. The epitome of what the perfect pseudo relationship looks like. One minute you’re there, the next, you’re not.The worst kind of one minute man that loves you (the worst sense of the word), then leaves you (in the best sense of the word).

Some people wonder why I’m doing the degree I am: What I do with it after graduation, what is my field of interest? or just why? 

“A bachelor degree in Sociology with a concentration in Health and Aging, with a minor in Linguistics”

It’s quite a handful of words to say what my exact major is. The social sciences sometimes hard to explain to people: it’s not a hard science, per say, but uses the basis of science to try and understand the interaction between people, communities, and the global system. That’s where the ‘social’ part of ‘social sciences” comes from. Sociology, at the root of it all, is the study of people. A minor in linguistics is the understand of the context of the word: the study of language. How people communicate and the multitude of ways we do it. Syntax, lexicon, and phonology is the part of the bigger picture. 

So why concentrate on Health and Aging? of all things, why do a concentration within Sociology of something similar to biology & psychology that seems almost irrelevant to the rest of the degree? That was my mother’s influence. 

My mother works as an occupational therapist within a non-profit organization which help rehabilitate individuals with brain injury to become independent within a enriching environment. My mother has been working there for almost fifteen years and loves her job. She becomes a great support to her clients and helps them in every way possible. I remember when I was much younger, always visiting the group home and meeting her client and there families. I would become fond of her co-workers and the people that they would take care of. I got to know the person, much more than the disability and illness that they had. 

I’ve met a lot of people in my life, who always felt uncomfortable, or didn’t understand how to deal with people who have had a mental or physical disability. Some were downright nervous to even talk to them. I’ve worked with a few myself during my highschool years, and with the influence of my mother, I’ve learned to know the person and then learn their disabilities, rather than the other way around.From infants to the elderly, my mother always has taken care of people. She’s done a heck of a lot for our family as a whole, and always reaching out to others to make sure that everyone was taken care of. She’s always been my therapist, counselor and caretaker ever since I can remember. From her influence, I am trying to carve my own way through life to helping people in my own way. But, I have learned from the best.