On second thought.. plus more.

The old adage "practice makes perfect" is as true now as it ever was. This means that, starting today, I'm posting in my blog every single night. All of my Writing major friends do so, and though I'm not a Lit major myself, I do take my writing seriously. Also, I don't plan on deleting any of my posts anymore; I might decide to edit a piece if I find it potentially worthy of publication, but no more complete erasure. I plan to live with the writing I produce, whether horrible or brilliant.

That being said, rereading what I wrote yesterday gives me uncomfortable chills. I was obviously slightly annoyed and confused with what occurred during my professor's office hours. I wanted to drop the blame on her, but isn't that always the easiest way? After talking with a few friends about the situation, I realized that it was my mistake, that my question could be interpreted as genuinely insulting. Specifically, my roommate John knocked the most sense into me. To ask a forty year old lady of any future aspirations automatically presumes that she is not already in the position she wants to be. In other words, in that question is hidden the sneakier, shadier question of "You are obviously not a success yet, so when is that going to happen for you?" Obviously, that is a tremendously disrespectful implication to make. Though I never intended this, it shouldn't be surprising in the least from my perspective for Halle to interpret my question in the way she did. I'm sure it threw her off, rightfully causing her to assume a defensive stance, which then caught me off guard and caused more of a mess. I only wish I didn't ask what I did because I feel a slight fissure in our once fruitful relationship. Oh well. All I can do is learn from this catastrophe and not make the same mistake next time.

CAB is a cool club with fun and interesting people. Earlier today, I joined them on one of their once-every-other-week events. This particular time we journeyed to the old Bailey house in the Old Town area of San Diego. Like always, I had great fun interacting with all the people that went. However, I have to say that the event itself was slightly disconcerting because: first of all, I'm not a believer in the supernatural and thus would find a haunted house rather silly, but; secondly, and more importantly, the tour guides (I didn't know it was going to be a tour) seemed to realize they were lying, making up ghost stories, and embraced the lies fully. Doesn't this situation seem slightly shady to anyone? The organization is non-profit so I know they need to draw a crowd to keep going, but seriously, at one point, I actually overheard coworkers gossiping with each other on how simple it was to trick everyone. One coworker said something along the lines of, "Yeah, they asked a lot of questions, so I needed to make some stuff up on the spot." A couple members had taken the tour before and even noticed continuity errors in the storytelling! Apparently, there is just no shame at all. The organization running the tour has settled into jadedness regarding their own immorality!

Oh well. That being said, I didn't really mention my thoughts much, merely asking other members in the group if they believed in ghosts. One girl, Melody, seemed to hint some annoyance at my constant pestering, so I stopped. I got the point: everyone wants to have fun and don't need any negativity getting in the way of that. Fair enough. I also wanted to have fun, and thankfully, did.