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One of the best things about sugar cookies is being able to use cookie cutters. One thing I love about cookie cutters is within seconds one is able to create an arsenal of little men and women. The point of using a cookie cutter as a mold is that it should create identical shapes, people and random objects. Once baked the cookies all have slightly different shapes and sizes.

It’s the shapes, sizes, and differences that make me love each and every one of them. It’s the fact that no two cookies are the same that makes me smile. How often in our lives do we try to put people into these cookie cutters try to create people who look like us, act like us, and even think like us. If we focus on the differences how things could be different. Both the small things, the cookie being larger than the one next to it, or maybe burnt around the edges, and the large, missing arms, legs and other body parts make us unique different and better. Why is it that we spend to much time focusing on how we can try to make people the same instead of looking at and understanding our differences?

Maybe I don’t fit into your cookie cutter shape, but maybe I don’t have to.

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As I finish up my Associates degree, one of the last classes I have to take is Communication Across Differences. The class primarily focus on how if people understand their differences better they will be able to “get along better.” The main points of the class are on privilege, power, domination, racism, sexism, and the other “isums”. One point that was made by the text book (Privilege, Power & Difference by Allan G. Johnson) was that one of the most dominate forms of supporting the “isums” is standing by and doing nothing.

This really took me by surprise maybe because it’s something I never really thought about. Yet the more I thought about it the more it seemed to make sense. Often times I’ll hear people say things like “It’s not like I did anything to hurt the situation” or “Not like this is my fault.” In many of these instances however we have done nothing to stop it. I know I’m guilty of this. Standing by and watching people get made fun of, mocked, tortured. I mean it’s not like I’m the one doing it so it doesn’t matter right.

Wrong, many would argue that this is just as bad as doing the deed. I don’t know if I would go that far. I do know that I have decided to try to take a stand against injustice though. It’s time to stop being apathetic and start being active.

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I had a unique experience last Sunday, I took an IQ test. It very well may have been one of the most stressful things I’ve ever done. It may be one of the worst feelings in the world to know that you don’t know (or can’t do) something.

So i don’t know how much Chris paid for his chocolates after sales tax, can’t define ominous in my own words, can’t name the seven continents and really suck at repeating numbers back in reverse. What does all this say about me? Well that I’m not getting into Yale, Harvard, or Princeton. Other than that, not a lot. I’ve always been by the philosophy do what you’re good at. Truth be told, I don’t have strengths in IQ test. Does this make me dumb, no. I have other strengths.

Why am i telling you this? I really don’t know. If I had to guess it would be because i find it interesting, it was much harder and i reacted much differently then I expected myself too. I’m actually relived that I don’t get the results.

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Lost.
In my thoughts.

Confused.
About my desires.

Selfish.
Striving for what I want.

Lonely.
In this world.

We all want to be heard,
But no one wants to listen.

We all want respect,
But don’t want to respect others.

We all want to be loved,
But don’t want to love.

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Maybe I just need a hug or maybe I should give up and move to the Emo Farm

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As I get older I seam to become more and more forgetful. It used to be that I had to remember all my friends’ birthdays and make sure to get them cards and gifts. Well now it seams the older I get the more mine and there birthdays alike seam to be a lesser and lesser deal. It seams to me the older I get the less I want to get old. Well, Happy Birthday to everyone who’s birthday I’m gonna forget!

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