There are mere subtleties between being educated and tainted...

Sometimes my mind reels from all the things I am exposed to in relation to my profession. I often marvel that I do not have a propensity towards being jaded in regards to that which society deems "human nature", and at the same time find an amazing amount of empathy for those who choose to numb themeselves through a myriad of self destructive behaviors/addictions. A handout I recieved during my undergrad that said "you might be a social worker if..." in the same fashion that the "you might be a redneck if..."comes to mind and I just have to laugh at the accuracy of the seemingly extremist humor. One that I can remember is "you might be a social worker if you strongly believe that valium should come in a salt lick". I sometimes wonder if my sense of humor has become a bit tainted when things like this happen: I was at a baby shower and two little kids, a boy and a girl around the age of four pulled down the boardgame life off the table and were playing with the peices. When the girl's mother looked over she said something like how did they get into that life game, and the first thought that came to my mind was "well at least they weren't playing doctor"... I know kinda sick huh?! I should have left that little humerous quip in my head because I ended up learning the hard way (from the puzzled and somewhat horrified look on the girl's mom's face when she said well I would hope she isn't playing doctor at her age) that quips like that get lost in translation. I guess that is just one of those "you might be a social worker if" moments!

Inspiration come and gone...

There have been so many posts that I have had the urge to write over the last couple of weeks, but nothing seems to come to complete fruition(thanks to being back to an unreliable pirated internet connection that reduces me to driving round like a pedophile)... headlines were gonna read something to the effect of the following; living the high life as holly homaker,Leaving on a Jet plane cept it left me first, proof of the theory that while the cat is away the mice play... or is that misbehave?,What the heck was I thinking?... Surviving the aftermath of turrible turrible planning!, Front row is DEFINATELY the only way to go. Although it sucks to not have a reliable internet connection (but I suppose not bad enough to spend $35 it would take to fix it)I think it has been good for me in a sense. I realized that through my self censored blog ramblings I was substituting sporatic blogging for journaling and in doing eliminating a lot of the seemingly mundane essense of living that captures the actual reality of life lived and days gone by. Although entertaining it is to blog the interesting little circumstances I find myself in, it should not be a substitute for capturing nor expressing the rest of my exsistence...