Learning & Making Mistakes #2
I was wrong in Learning & Making Mistakes. So here is part 2. Alaska Williams helped me realize something.
Alaska Williams said, “After reading this I would have to say that by learning form others mistakes does help the other person.
If they see that there mistake tought somone then it does in fact help. They just might not see it all the time.
Mistakes are a part of learning, it’s the ones who make the same mistakes that never learn.”
My response, “I see your point and I totally agree. I was really angry when I wrote this post and I see now that, in more ways than one, I was wrong. Learning to not make mistakes is not the only lesson that there is to learn. We must learn to love, accept, and encourage. There are many things that we must learn and not all of those lessons are taught through our and others’ mistakes. Some lessons are learned in a good way.
Such as watching an old couple dance and seeing that they are still in love after all these years. From that we can learn from example. We learn to love unconditionally, and we learn that love for another can be unending.”
In this world and this life time there are many lessons to be learned and many ways to learn them. We don’t always have to make mistakes or watch other makes mistakes. And, when we learn from others mistakes we do help them. It’s a good feeling when you learn that someone else has learned from one of your mistakes. It means that not only were you stronger for having made that mistake and for learning from it, but also that someone else is stronger also and that they learned from the mistake without having to make it themselves and go through that pain that it caused. It feels good to know that all that pain that you went through after that mistake wasn’t a waste. It wasn’t pointless. You learned a lesson, someone else learned a lesson, and you’re both stronger for having learned that lesson. And, only one of you had to feel the pain that learning that lesson the hard way caused.
Thank you, Alaska Williams, for opening my eyes. And, what you taught me, helped me learn another lesson all on my own.
Because, You’re Sitting Next to Me
This post is for my bestie, Megan. We’re at school right now and she is sitting at the computer next to me in the library. She’s reading my stepmom’s blog. 
But, a few minutes ago she was reading mine. So, if you don’t want to hear (read, actually) this blog post to Megan, then move on, JERK.
So, Megan, you finally got on wordpress. Yay for you. And, you are checking out my blog (finally) and Sherri’s blog and I Can Haz Cheezburger. *fun fun* You keep pointing out funny pictures to me and I wonder how you can be so easily amused by something so stupid. Which then leads me to wonder…how can I be so amused by something so stupid. An example of this stupidity that we just giggled at (quietly so the librarian doesn’t know we aren’t really doing school work) is a picture of a black goat in a tree with a caption reading ‘emo kid will jump just for the attention’. Then, we stop laughing and say that’s not right, emo kids aren’t all suicidal….
school’s out finish this later….
Depression :(
So, 2008 hasn’t been as good as we thought so far.
Something that made this year not so good so far is that I am depressed. And, no, I’m not just being dramatic and saying I’m depressed because I’m sad about something. I started going to counseling again. I was talking to my mom about some stuff one night. Like how I was tired all the time, how my muscles ached for no reason, how nothing really seemed to interest me anymore, and I how sometimes I would just get so angry for no reason and I would just fly off the handle. That’s when I realized that maybe I’m not just being dramatic all the time or lazy, like my mother likes to say. Maybe I was depressed. So I hinted about going to counseling again and kind of got mom to ask if I would like to start seeing Brett agian. (brett is my counselor.) And, I said yes. So she made an appointment for that following week.
The session went pretty well. Just like they used to. We talked about my dad alot. Just like we used to. And, he gave me this questionare thing to fill out. So I answered all the questions and he added up the score. My score was 31. His face kind of fell then and he asked how bad I thought my depression was. This kind of threw me. I thought the questions were supposed to tell me if I was depressed not how despressed I was. So, then it became real. I was depressed. It was no longer a maybe.
But, I didn’t want to think about that right then, that it was real. And, besides, Brett was asking me a question. Not did I think I was depressed, but how bad I thought my depression was. Mild, moderate, or severe. I said I guess mild or moderate. He looked back down at the paper I’d filled out. Then he told me…..
*I’ll finish this later* hahahahahahahaha guess you’ll just have to wait and see what he said, huh?
