Life. A huge part of life is figuring out what the heck to do with it! How do you decide what career path to take when you are in your early 20's?
When I think about what I should become 'when I grow up', I always ask myself if I am going to enjoy that particular job when I am 50 years old...then I do the math and consider that 50 is nearly 30 years away...at this point I take into account that I haven't even been alive for 30 years...so I pause to reflect on how much I have changed in my 20-something years...then I realize that something that may seem interesting and intriguing now, could quite possibly bore me in 2 months. There are too many options, and time's-a-tickin'...I need to figure this out! Here is where I am right now:
Currently I am attending university, working towards getting a psychology major and a sociology minor so I can become a counselor someday. I am considering being a marriage counselor, but then I realized that I enjoy and seem extremely comfortable talking and learning about sex, so now I am thinking about specializing in sex therapy. However I love carpentry, tools, plastering and creating with my hands...which is like chalk and cheese when being compared to counseling. Another thing I am interested in is acting; I would love to act, host a radio show, or be a news anchor. I also have a passion for expressing my thoughts and opinions through writing poems, blogging, or even just simply scribbling down a thought in the notebook that I always have under my bed. Something else that I take great interest in is animals -I would love to work in a zoo, or save puppies from puppy mills, or try to make a difference in cutting down the amount of animal abuse that exists in our unexplainable and cruel world. I also have this hunger to open my own little cafe. I would love to add my own special touch to the place and make it a unique and comfortable place where people can do what I love to do most: meet up, chat and laugh over one of those cups of tea that makes one say, "Oh, now that's a good cup-a-tea!".
WHAT IN THE *BEEP* AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE!?...Can I do it all?
So, my point is to show you where my head is...and that is all over the place. Every week there is a new idea of something I would like to do 'for the rest of my life'. So, I wonder...if my mind is changing so much in such a short amount of time, then how the the hell am I going to stay interested in whatever it is I choose to be when I grow up? How do I make the right choice so I don't ever have to say, "If I had my time back I would have.....". Hahahaha, ohhhh Life.
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Thursday, October 9, 2008
Saturday, November 3, 2007
"Respect Your Elders"
I have a true story to share with you all. This story takes place on a Saturday night at a neighbours house.
On this night, I opened my big mouth with an opinion, to an 'elder'!? UH OHHHH! The outcome of our clashing opinions really got me thinking...I'll explain how everything went, and I would love to receive some feedback from my readers. Here I go:
Frank (not his real name) was explaining how pissed off he was when he brought home take-out KFC to his family and the food was not fully cooked. Umm, yeah, I think we'd all be super pissed about that. This is where the debate/argument/clashing of opinions started. Frank, 40ish in age, was sharing with a table of adults, 35+ in age...and myself (soon to be 21...On December 6th, just to let you all know, aha!) how he reacted when he returned to KFC with his uncooked food. In my eyes, as someone who works at a restaurant/bar; his reaction was a little over the top and belittling, I guess we could say. My response to his blow-up in the fast-food restaurant, was simply that maybe he should be careful with how he deals with people and that it is possible to get your point across without making a huge scene. Well, let's just say that shit starting rolling downhill from there. Frank, I believe, doesn't enjoy getting advice on life from a 'child'. He started avoiding all eye contact with me, and completely stopped talking to me. Then, most of "my elders" at the table kind of turned on me when I stated that, "Most kids these days don't have the same values as kids in generations before...", in response to another comment made by Frank. Bad move, Parrott.
In turn, everyone, A.K.A. 'my elders' at the table said "MY kids have the same values...", "You're digging yourself a hole!", etc. ANNND scene!...because I shut up, waited 5 minutes for a new conversation to get started, got up, said take care and good night, and awkwardly walked my 9 year old ass out of the house.
This is where I started questioning myself in that situation. Was I wrong to voice my opinion? Was I being disrespectful, by telling 'an elder' that his way of treating another human being was inappropriate? And lastly, how old is a person when ageism backs off, and his/her opinion is just as important as someone who would be considered 'an elder'?
I know I haven't experienced life to the extent that Frank did. But, give me a fucking break! I didn't live in a protected hole my whole life either. I have worked since I was 11, dealt with all the shit that goes along with separation and reconciliation on numerous occasions, lived on my own, payed my own bills, realized that money doesn't grow on trees and dishes don't do themselves, and now I am in college trying to determine a portion of what my future holds. Frank and elders, I would appreciate a little more credit. I am not an idiot. Just because I haven't had children, got married/divorced/remarried, bought a house or made as many mistakes as you have at this point; does not mean that I haven't taken something from my own experiences, enabling me to form a valid opinion. Don't make me feel like I'm out of line for having a voice.
I am going to conclude this post now, but first I would like remind my elders that everyone has an elder...and the lady who lived to be 122 did not rule the world because she lived the longest, and therefore must know all.
Take Care!!!
On this night, I opened my big mouth with an opinion, to an 'elder'!? UH OHHHH! The outcome of our clashing opinions really got me thinking...I'll explain how everything went, and I would love to receive some feedback from my readers. Here I go:
Frank (not his real name) was explaining how pissed off he was when he brought home take-out KFC to his family and the food was not fully cooked. Umm, yeah, I think we'd all be super pissed about that. This is where the debate/argument/clashing of opinions started. Frank, 40ish in age, was sharing with a table of adults, 35+ in age...and myself (soon to be 21...On December 6th, just to let you all know, aha!) how he reacted when he returned to KFC with his uncooked food. In my eyes, as someone who works at a restaurant/bar; his reaction was a little over the top and belittling, I guess we could say. My response to his blow-up in the fast-food restaurant, was simply that maybe he should be careful with how he deals with people and that it is possible to get your point across without making a huge scene. Well, let's just say that shit starting rolling downhill from there. Frank, I believe, doesn't enjoy getting advice on life from a 'child'. He started avoiding all eye contact with me, and completely stopped talking to me. Then, most of "my elders" at the table kind of turned on me when I stated that, "Most kids these days don't have the same values as kids in generations before...", in response to another comment made by Frank. Bad move, Parrott.
In turn, everyone, A.K.A. 'my elders' at the table said "MY kids have the same values...", "You're digging yourself a hole!", etc. ANNND scene!...because I shut up, waited 5 minutes for a new conversation to get started, got up, said take care and good night, and awkwardly walked my 9 year old ass out of the house.
This is where I started questioning myself in that situation. Was I wrong to voice my opinion? Was I being disrespectful, by telling 'an elder' that his way of treating another human being was inappropriate? And lastly, how old is a person when ageism backs off, and his/her opinion is just as important as someone who would be considered 'an elder'?
I know I haven't experienced life to the extent that Frank did. But, give me a fucking break! I didn't live in a protected hole my whole life either. I have worked since I was 11, dealt with all the shit that goes along with separation and reconciliation on numerous occasions, lived on my own, payed my own bills, realized that money doesn't grow on trees and dishes don't do themselves, and now I am in college trying to determine a portion of what my future holds. Frank and elders, I would appreciate a little more credit. I am not an idiot. Just because I haven't had children, got married/divorced/remarried, bought a house or made as many mistakes as you have at this point; does not mean that I haven't taken something from my own experiences, enabling me to form a valid opinion. Don't make me feel like I'm out of line for having a voice.
I am going to conclude this post now, but first I would like remind my elders that everyone has an elder...and the lady who lived to be 122 did not rule the world because she lived the longest, and therefore must know all.
Take Care!!!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
"Dear Mr. President"
As I was driving to school this morning, I heard a song with the most beautiful melody which instantly gave me chills. Have you ever listened to a song, and really focused on the lyrics and what they meant? You can tell that a song really cuts deep when you feel chills throughout your whole body. Not only did "Dear Mr. President" by Pink give me the chills, but when I attempted to sing along to the chorus, I felt so much emotion, that I actually started to tear up. This song is about Pink wanting to have an honest, real conversation with the President about the most common problems in society today. The issues that you hear about almost everyday on the news, experience, or see...but yet, we can all go to sleep at night and only worry about our own problems or dream peacefully. Although this song is directed to Mr. President, it got me thinking...
Maybe Pink's intention for this song is not to only attack the decisions of the President, but to tell society that WE are not doing enough either. How many times have you passed a homeless person and acted as if they weren't even there, just so you didn't have to give them any of your money. Do you ever look out of your window on a cold, rainy day and wonder where that homeless person is right now or how he/she is staying warm and dry?
My point is, "Dear Mr. President" helped me realize that we have so many ignored problems in our world. It is not only our leaders who can help, either. We can get the ball rolling towards making a difference too.
I would like everyone to try something; the next time you experience a cold, stormy day, try wondering what that homeless person is doing to stay warm, dry and alive. What you see outside your window is not just a scenic picture, it's reality.
(Click on link to the right for "Dear Mr. President" lyrics)
Maybe Pink's intention for this song is not to only attack the decisions of the President, but to tell society that WE are not doing enough either. How many times have you passed a homeless person and acted as if they weren't even there, just so you didn't have to give them any of your money. Do you ever look out of your window on a cold, rainy day and wonder where that homeless person is right now or how he/she is staying warm and dry?
My point is, "Dear Mr. President" helped me realize that we have so many ignored problems in our world. It is not only our leaders who can help, either. We can get the ball rolling towards making a difference too.
I would like everyone to try something; the next time you experience a cold, stormy day, try wondering what that homeless person is doing to stay warm, dry and alive. What you see outside your window is not just a scenic picture, it's reality.
(Click on link to the right for "Dear Mr. President" lyrics)
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Halloween on George Street
We are into the first week of October, and the perfect Halloween costume is all anyone can think about. George Street in St.John's throws a huge bash called the "Mardi Gras" every year for Halloween. It is a time for people to come together, have a few drinks (or a few too many), and dress up as whatever they wish, to see how many heads they can turn for that one night. It is fun...yet, extremely stressful.
I visited with a few of my girl friends last night and saw that they were all on the website www.mydivascloset.com. I never heard of it before, but it is a site that you can buy Halloween costumes, lingerie, accessories, etc. The costumes are a bit revealing, or slutty looking, but hey, Halloween is a night for us "non-hoes" to look like hoes, and still walk away with a great reputation, hahaha!!!
After looking through the all of the costumes, I fell in love with a little sailor girl costume. I was all ready to buy, had the evil credit card out and everything. Then I realized, the costume itself was $55.00 (American, which doesn't mean a roll of beans anyways), PLUS another $35.00 to get it to Newfoundland! I figure if I wear the thing every Halloween until year 2013, I'd get my moneys worth. However, everyone knows you can't wear the same costume every year, or ever again to be honest...I'm a girl, remember?! Hahaha!
Well, this is one of those posts where I would like to get all of my 4 readers involved...Let me know what you want to be this Halloween!!! Also, if you wish, give me some ideas for myself, but make sure your ideas will go easy on the bank account!! :P
Take Care!
I visited with a few of my girl friends last night and saw that they were all on the website www.mydivascloset.com. I never heard of it before, but it is a site that you can buy Halloween costumes, lingerie, accessories, etc. The costumes are a bit revealing, or slutty looking, but hey, Halloween is a night for us "non-hoes" to look like hoes, and still walk away with a great reputation, hahaha!!!
After looking through the all of the costumes, I fell in love with a little sailor girl costume. I was all ready to buy, had the evil credit card out and everything. Then I realized, the costume itself was $55.00 (American, which doesn't mean a roll of beans anyways), PLUS another $35.00 to get it to Newfoundland! I figure if I wear the thing every Halloween until year 2013, I'd get my moneys worth. However, everyone knows you can't wear the same costume every year, or ever again to be honest...I'm a girl, remember?! Hahaha!
Well, this is one of those posts where I would like to get all of my 4 readers involved...Let me know what you want to be this Halloween!!! Also, if you wish, give me some ideas for myself, but make sure your ideas will go easy on the bank account!! :P
Take Care!
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
I May Be Small...?
To start, I would like to say that I really don't know a lot about the world of blogging. This is just a learning experience for me. I may enjoy it, I may not, I may never know unless I try...so here I am. My goal for this experience is to put ME out there, for example, I am not gonna come on this using perfect grammer...I am from Newfoundland (haha), and this is not English 101. You are gonna get Melissa. Love me or hate me....but most people love me, so you probably will too!
I would like to explain why my site is called "I May Be Small...". First of all, it has nothing to do with my size, although I am what you could call 'small'...it has to do with so much more, it goes a little deeper. It has to do with peoples expectations of me. I say I want to be a doctor, others suggest that maybe I should be a hairstylist, for example. It's about living my whole life in the shadow of an older brother, who defined the perfect child, nephew, grandchild, cousin, student, worker, athlete, friend...everything. I knew my whole life that because I was nothing like him, people automatically had lower expectations of me. Actually, I began to accept it, and become it. I played stupid, I've asked people questions that I already knew the answer to. I remember when I was about 3 or 4 years old, pointing to a picture of a brain in a medical book, and asking my babysitter what it was. I knew what it was...and as I look back, I have no idea why I even asked. So that kinda explains the "I May Be Small" part.
Now for the "...". I feel that I am going to blow the socks off everyone someday really soon. There is so much more to me that people don't know, and maybe this site will help myself and others take note of my growth as Melissa Parrott.
Thank you for reading my first post. Feel free to leave your comments, give advice, anything. Take care!
I would like to explain why my site is called "I May Be Small...". First of all, it has nothing to do with my size, although I am what you could call 'small'...it has to do with so much more, it goes a little deeper. It has to do with peoples expectations of me. I say I want to be a doctor, others suggest that maybe I should be a hairstylist, for example. It's about living my whole life in the shadow of an older brother, who defined the perfect child, nephew, grandchild, cousin, student, worker, athlete, friend...everything. I knew my whole life that because I was nothing like him, people automatically had lower expectations of me. Actually, I began to accept it, and become it. I played stupid, I've asked people questions that I already knew the answer to. I remember when I was about 3 or 4 years old, pointing to a picture of a brain in a medical book, and asking my babysitter what it was. I knew what it was...and as I look back, I have no idea why I even asked. So that kinda explains the "I May Be Small" part.
Now for the "...". I feel that I am going to blow the socks off everyone someday really soon. There is so much more to me that people don't know, and maybe this site will help myself and others take note of my growth as Melissa Parrott.
Thank you for reading my first post. Feel free to leave your comments, give advice, anything. Take care!
