Ambiguity.

Every Tuesday when I walk to my second job, I always see this person walking in my direction. The person is usually wearing a faded business shirt and slacks, with the hair tied back away from the face, and a pair of typical black sunglasses. And every Tuesday, I have the same single question running through my head, and that question is, is the person a woman or a man? I'm not trying to be mean or critical. It's not like the person is an unattractive female or male, who I am laughing at. I rarely see people who I'd even label as unattractive in the first place. He/she is kind of like the guy/girl on 50 First Dates (which is another question on it's own). There are times when this individual looks more like a masculine female, while other days the individual looks like a slightly womanly man. I think it's the sunglasses that are throwing me off, because without seeing the eyes, I can't really complete the picture of his/her face.

Similar to my second job, at my third job, I've had kids in my class who I can't tell whether or not they're tomboys or really just boys. This, of course, is probably due to their young age, and with longer hair, it's hard to tell. It's not like they've reached puberty yet and can obviously be distinguished by facial hair or a deeper voice. I think I would have been one of those kids, because I did look sort of boy-ish. Luckily because I wasn't athletic, and my hair was long enough to surpass the ambiguous tomboy/boy length, I usually passed as a girl (although pictures were definitely another story).

So conclusion? Because I looked like a boy when I was younger, that characteristic might have carried on, and I should prevent the possibility of ambiguity by not wearing sunglasses or unisex clothes, like business clothes.

Childhood's Problems

I've had the opportunity to work closely with kids lately through my new job, and it amazes me at how the most trivial details are the details kids fight over. I had a bag of pencils for all of them to use, and there was a few "cool" pencils that they all pushed and shoved to get. The color of play dough is even an issue. Ten kids wanted the turquoise colored one, and I had to play the number guessing game to decide which lucky kid would get it. I shake my head at the issues that concern kids most, only to realize that I was just like any of them at their age. I'm hesitant to admit that I cared about the type of Sanrio pencil box I carried around, or what type of candy color I got even. The reality then was that these details mattered. The details were just too important to overlook. Luckily, I don't care about such things anymore (I hope), but it makes me wonder what do I care about now that I might deem as frivolous in the future? I can already make a long list of things I cared about in high school, that I've learned is no longer important in college. I think the scarier part would be if I don't continue to grow in clearly seeing what is important in life and what isn't. What if 10 years from now, I look back and still care about the same things?

So this is it, I guess...

...to becoming a blogger that is! Hopefully I will have much more to say than my last site.