Seeing Things a Little Different

Evening Readers!

Today I want to talk about glasses. 


See, I’ve had a long love-hate relationship with glasses a majority of my life. I started off, like all children, liking glasses. They were sunglasses, you know the cute ones shaped like animals. They were the best. Then in the first grade my parents found out I was going to need prescription glasses. Truth be told I used to be blind as a bat. I couldn’t see the computer screen without my helpful lenses. My glasses made me look like a geek, so I became one. Still am. Kinda love it. But my being a geek has never suited my mother who was, and still is, one of the popular girls. Entering upon my eighteenth birthday my mother decided it was high-time my glasses were removed. We’d already tried contacts, and no I cannot fathom why anyone is ok with sticking their finger in their eye on a regular basis. So my mother set off to make me an appointment to have lasik surgery. Ok, no big deal. I thought, It doesn’t matter to me one way or another. I wasn’t worried about the surgery, the worst that could happen was that I would still require a less extreme prescription for my “facial enhancers.”


If you’ve made it this far I applaud you for sticking with me, the point is coming. The reason I walked you through all that is because I have noticed a problem with our society as it is. Glasses aren’t loved by anyone if they are actually helping  you. It seems people run in droves to get eye surgery or contacts to hide the fact that they need lenses to help them see. The funny part is there are glasses everywhere that pretend to be prescription but aren’t. They are fake. Many people have told me those glasses are stupid. My own sister has been known to don a pair every once in awhile. To be honest, I think it is merely a cycle where we are all striving to be that which we aren’t. Those of us that can see are so desperate to fit in with certain crowds we would prefer to be seen as handicapped in a way. Those of us that can’t see are so desperate to fit in that we do everything in our power to remove our handicap. We are constantly chasing our own tails trying to fit in.


I think glasses are cool.

Now that you’ve enjoyed my little spill I would like to issue you a challenge. If you care to I’d like you to examine your own experiences with conformity. More often than not I regret that I ended up conforming, even if I didn’t realize I was at the time. I would love to hear your own story.

Until next time,



Chicken Soup

I recently won the lottery. No, not really. I did, however, win something equally as valuable to me. I entered a goodreads giveaway for a book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers. I didn’t even realize I had won the book until it was in my hands straight out of the mailbox. Then I panicked. Why did I even enter that giveaway? I’m not a writer. I read. So I avoided it. I put it on my bookshelf and tried to forget about it. Unfortunately I’m very honest by nature and my guilty conscience kept nagging me about the book I had decided not to read. I can’t tell you how glad I am that I pulled it off the shelf.Image

I imagine that lots of people have already had their own encounter with a Chicken Soup for the Soul, whether it was the original or one of the many variants. I imagine that lots of people haven’t cracked the spine of one of these books. I was one of those latter people and I had no idea what kind of blessings I was being set up to receive. 

This book gave me the inspiration to keep going. It was written for writers, but it can be applied to so much more. (If you have the imagination to replace the hardships of writing with similar hardships.) Honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted to carry on writing on this blog. Honestly, who can say that a year from now I decide to continue? But right now I know that I want to. I want to write. I want to tell stories that people love and one day I hope I’ll have the chance to inspire another aspiring writer.


I would now like to thank the wonderful author (that is featured in Chicken Soup) for sending me my copy. For those of you curious enough his name is Sebastian Cole and you can find out more information on his book at


cthul11I’m sure many on the internet are fans of H.P. Lovecraft. I cannot at this time truthfully claim to be such. Not that I think that Lovecraft was in any way a bad writer and I certainly respect his work. However, I personally did not find Lovecraft to be that eternally enchanting. Perhaps I just discovered his works too late in life. His stories neither struck me as thrilling or terrifying and frankly I had to struggle through a few before finally giving up on the collection of stories I had been trying to finish. It’s not that the stories were bad, my short attention span and desensitized brain just didn’t cooperate with the suspense that Lovecraft tried to create. However heathenish this may come across: I wanted more monsters. His ideas had a value that is rare and I greatly appreciated his imagination but his writing simply wasn’t for me. For those of you that enjoy Lovecraft I send out a brief congratulations. I’m glad you are able to fully enjoy his mastery of writing.

With that, I bid you adieu.