Petty Pyromaniac

Guitar may be crazy, but he sort of had a point. "Perhaps that's what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it?" Looking at this quote, there's obviously a lot of room for some middle-ground. What does it even mean to save someone's life, seeing as there can be many different circumstances that would result in numerous levels of sacrifice? I mean, anyone would pull a stranger out of the path of a swerving car. But not everyone would jump in front of the car itself, to prevent that person from being harmed. It all depends on how much you care about that person, or even what your morals are, or how much you value yourself. On the other hand, taking someone's life isn't even really a question. If you hate someone that  much, you're still not going to kill them, just so you don't have to deal with their behavior.. unless you're seriously unhinged. But that's besides the point. To save someone...

The definition of truth is, according to Merriam Webster, :the body of real things, events, and facts: actuality :the state of being the case: fact ...but I don't agree. To compare the truth with a singular fact is to imply that there can only be one truth. Realistically, I see it as important that we realize there can be multiple, true versions of the truth. Different people have different biases, feelings, and beliefs, that can unintentionally distort stories to make it their own. It doesn't necessarily make them liars, per say, but rather makes them human.  I think we can all agree that reading Song of Solomon this week was quite the rollercoaster. However, it revealed to us the importance of recognizing that there are two sides to every story. Admit it: when it was first revealed that Dad-Macon saw Ruth "laying next to [her father], naked as a yard dog, kissing him...his fingers in her mouth," we all immediately jumped to the conclusion that Ruth i...

There's a video series currently trending on the Internet right now that discusses how people can be manipulated. Essentially, regardless of how bad the situation looks for a person, they are able to spin it around only by playing the "pity card," making others feel bad for them. Their guilt surrounding how bad the manipulator may be hurting eventually outweighs the anger that stemmed from the situation itself. While I was laying in bed, I was stuck wondering how many of us are able to forgive and forget the sketchy details of a situation due to mere pity. I've come to the conclusion, however, that it is because as humans, we simply hold too much hope in innate goodness. I know, I know... here I go again, writing something pessimistic and slightly cynical. Can you really deny this, though? Imagine: if we were able to anticipate every ulterior motive a person may have, if we were able to realize that a person may only be offering forgiveness not because they are actu...

Two weeks ago, my troubles started yet again. Call me a drama queen, but after I left the trainer's room knowing I had to stop running again, I cried. Being injured has become a part of who I am. I've had my patella drift out of place during 7th grade track season, I've sprained my foot running a 5k, I've had shin splints, (two?) femoral stress fractures, arch issues, ankle issues, IT band issues, groin muscle issues, pulled hamstrings, and the list goes on.  "I just don't think running is for you," my mom once said to me. "But," I told her. "I'm addicted and I literally refuse! I wouldn't even dream  of quitting running." So, I guess what I'm trying to get at, is that I am also both literally and metaphorically stuck on the stationary bike. Vladek and I are trapped in our own cycles, impossible to get out of regardless of effort. Injury-free to injury-ridden, over and over... Every single time I sit on the bike, I ...