Doctors Without Boarders

Last night was Wednesday and if you don’t remember, Wednesday is the day that I watch ABC because private practice is on. There was again the normal drama with any prime time show, but this week one of the doctor’s friends came back. She had spent time with him when they had been part of doctors without boarders. Her coming back was like bringing the past with her, and the male doctor apparently liked her and blah, blah, blah, isn’t that important, but I did however find the doctors without boarders thing interesting. I decided a while ago that I wanted to be a doctor because I like to help people, and I find that stuff interesting, so why not combine the two. About a half a year ago I also decided that I want to go to Columbia University in New Your, New York for my undergrad, and then do my medical school in John Hopkins University. However, I have always wanted to travel and to see things before I do something like that. I know that once I began my schooling, it will be a while before I get to do anything else. I also know that if I do get accepted to Columbia University, I will not be able to take time off from school and do the things I want to do, like traveling. Being accepted to Columbia would just be an offer I couldn’t refuse. So last night after watching Private Practice I decided what I will do. If I am accepted to Columbia, or another school that would most likely be a one time thing, then I will go there and begin my schooling. I will graduate, hopefully become a top ranked doctor, and then eventually, I will do what I have always intended on doing and go over to Africa to fight poverty. Then I will come back, and open up homeless shelters. However, if I am not accepted to those schools, I will take time off. I will spend the first part of it traveling. I want to go completely by myself and see places that people have to plan and think about for years. I just want to do. Then, I will join the Peace Corps and do that for a while. After I have satisfied my desires, I will come home, and go to school to become a doctor. Then I will join Doctors without Boarders. Here is a website that gives the low down on what this is. Here.

Cell

So I just finished this book by Stephen King called Cell. Its about this guy named Clay who is like a comic book artist, and he is in Boston or something talking to a comic book maker guy trying to get his comic published and then in like the first 10 pages people go crazy and start attacking each other. Apparently there was a message sent out through cell phones which they refer to as a pulse that “wiped clean” the civility in people, and all that’s left is the barbaric killing instinct. The only people who have been exposed to the pulse are those that used there cell phone. So Clay meets this girl named Alice and this other man named Tom and they spend about 250 pages looking for Clay son who is back in Boston or someplace in that area. They run into another group of normal people who end up developing a scheme that will get them into trouble later on in the book with the “phonies”. The “phonies” (people who were hit by the pulse) start evolving and become telepathic and start rounding up all the non-phonies to change them into phonies for some unknown reason. It’s a typical Stephen King book complete with his usual suspense feeling and an emotional twist that seem to appear in all his books such as his search for his son. This also is seen in Pet Semetary with the father’s attachment to his son and wife, and in It with the little boy’s relationship to his murdered brother. Overall this book was very interesting, and was able to maintain my interest throughout; however, I don’t think I have come across a book of his that I haven’t liked so I would probably be seen as biased. I think this book does an excellent job of showing a so great a love for something that is causes the person to lose their rational thinking, and do anything to retrieve said love. Many times the father questions if his son is still alive, and if he is still alive, if he was still normal. Through the beginning of the book this question plagues him. Although he knows that it is very unlikely that his son is still alive, it doesn’t stop him from looking, and many of the decisions he makes are based on the ludicrous possibility of his son’s life.

Private Practice

So every Wednesday I like to watch ABC because there are shows that I enjoy. One of them is Private Practice. If you have never seen private practice, it’s like any doctor show but perhaps more dramatic if at all possible. There are six doctors with their own practice, one is a pediatrician, one is a psychiatrist, and I’m not too sure what the other ones are but they are doctors of some sorts. Anyway each week they all have a case and then conveniently seem to have some personal problem to go along with it. A little staged I know, but at least it’s not a show on lifetime, my mom would make so much fun of me. Then the boy doctors and the girl doctors seem to flock together like its recess in kindergarten and talk about both issues. For the girls it’s almost always boy troubles and for the guys it varies. The friendly conversations almost always seem to end in fights because of varying beliefs with the cases each one currently has. Currently the practice is going under and is not doing too well, so one of the doctors took over and now he runs it as a business, only trying to make money, instead of as a practice should be run. Well last night one of the doctors had this patient whose husband had recently died and she suspected her son of killing their dog. Because of this she thought her son was like a sociopath and was scared of him like slaughtering her in the night. One of the doctors called him in and tried to talk to him to find out why he had killed the dog but he wouldn’t talk. She ended up going to his school to get him to talk and he told her that the only reason he had killed the dog was because the dog had cancer and was sick and his mom was going to spend thoudands of dollars to fix it when they didn’t have that money and it was too much to put him down so he snapped its neck to avoid that and help his mom. I really liked this part of this show because it showed a lot about the human motivations and the priorities they set for themselves. A person is willing to decide what matters most to them even if both matter very much, which is what the kid did.

Oh Johnny

So I was reading this book about Johnny Depp entitled The Secret World of Johnny Depp. Yeah, I know sounds really good right. Johnny Depp, secret life, you can’t go wrong. So there I was reading it(I’m trying to make this story sound really exciting) and then I got to page like 100 and I thought to myself oh my lord this is one of the most boring books I have ever read. I would have stopped reading it only it was for a class and I assume I could make up the rest of the 265 pages because they were all like “Oh Johnny was in this movie and he was in that movie and this person was in this movie with him, but that person was also in this movie” and blah, blah, blah I don’t care. And plus I never like to not finish a book because when people ask if you have read it I want to be able to say yeah and tell them something about the book. Thank god I read this so now I can warn everyone not to read it. Anyway, I realized how boring people’s lives are. I mean to them, they are probably fairly interesting, but to other people, sooooo boring. It’s like a whole other life you have to listen to, and frankly, I’m already occupied with my life, I don’t have time to read about someone else’s. At least with like an autobiography you get to know what was going on in the person’s mind and why they made the decisions they made. With biographies you just get one or two quotes from interviews they have given, and that’s hardly personal. I used to love Johnny Depp, I mean love. It got to that point where I was near idolizing him. But after reading that, meh. He’s an interesting person, and he’s had an interesting life and I would still love to meet him. But that’s about the extent of it now. This book somehow humanized him I suppose. He is just like any other person with a normal life and a normal job and people have just taken it to the extreme with all the photos and rumors and all that other unnecessary drama. I guess it’s weird seeing someone we admire so much not be all that we thought they were, yet it brings with it a sense of relief to know that they aren’t. It equalizes us somehow and you realize that that stuff isn’t what’s important.

Don Jaun DeMarco

The other day I watched the movie Don Jaun DeMarco. It’s a movie with Johnny Depp about this guy who is convinced he is this Don Jaun DeMarco character who is apparently the greatest lover who ever lived. He tries to commit suicide because his one true love was taken away from him and he feels there is nothing left to live for. This psychiatrist is able to talk him out of it and he is committed to a mental institute. This psychiatrist is retiring in one week, so his boss is reluctant to give him this case, but the psychiatrist really wants to have it, so eventually he gets it. He talks with the Don and the Don tells him his story about his childhood. The Don is convinced that this is the truth making him appear even crazier. The psychiatrist asks him if he knows where he is, and the Don replies with some ludicrous answer, not helping his reputation. The Don then goes on to say that yes, he knows that he is in a mental institute, but that just on way of looking at it. He says something about how life can be looked at in multiple ways, and not one person’s way is right. The psychiatrist is completely amazed by this answer and the Don in general. The psychiatrist changes his life completely and begins enjoying things more and more. The Don preaches this stuff in such a way that makes you believe it, and in reality, its true. Does not every person have their own perception of life, of what it is meant for? Does not everyone want different things from life? Who’s to say what is right and wrong. If you see something one way, it does not make you wrong if someone else sees it another, only different. Reality is only a state of mind, and seeing as everyone has a different mind, reality must be different for everyone. You can sit back and go with the norm and do things how people say they are supposed to be done, or you can decide that that’s not how you want to do them, and do them in a way that adds joy to your life, and hopefully to the lives around you. I choose the latter because I want to deicide for myself what life should be, as should everybody else who wants a life of their own.

Auntie

My aunt is a sweetheart, one of the most genuine people you will ever meet. But I can’t stand her. I know that sounds bad but I just can’t. She is so nice and would go out of her way to help you if you were in trouble, but at the same time, I think she while she was helping you up, she would be one of those people putting you down. Now my aunt is an extremely religious person, a very by the book kinda gal. She quotes scriptures, prays before meals at McDonalds, and most likely sleeps with the good book under her pillow. She is strongly against gay marriage, condemns abortion as the work of the devil, and doesn’t allow Harry Potter books or any other forms of literature referring to demonic things into her house. And it is because of this that I can’t stand her. She wasn’t always this way either. Apparently she was some crazy hell raising teen with a leather jacket and no respect for authority, and also had the hard core tattooed, cigarette smoking, alcohol drinking, and motorcycle riding boyfriend to go along with her wild child persona. Then she met her husband and found the lord or something like that I don’t know the rest is kind of blurry those were just the details that stood out. But anyway my question is what happened. What went wrong or right depending on your point of view. I have always wanted to know but have never asked in fear of being scolded with good word. How does one change so much. How do you all of a sudden decide that you don’t want your life to be how it is? How do you completely forget everything you know and have learned and start all over? And why. As long as she’s happy I suppose its no harm but when she changed she lost something. Or maybe she didn’t loose it a just can’t find it in her. But she can’t connect. Or I can’t connect one of the two. But because I support gay marriage, because I believe in abortion, and because, for a couple of years, I was convinced I could make my cat levitate if I really wanted to we don’t connect. I don’t expect her to agree with my beliefs, I don’t expect anyone too, but I cant even discuss anything of importance with her because I know her mind ear will closed to what I’m saying. And in her mind she will decide to pray twice as hard for me because I am clearly the devil child with an overactive imagination who will surely travel down the wrong path where a smoking, tattooed, motorcycle driving boy will still what’s left of my uncorrupted mind.

Before it Goes

I was walking to my car today and all of a sudden I noticed the leaves, the tress, and the weather. I noticed fall. Then I realized that its nearing the end of October, and I had almost missed out on all of the joys fall brings. Now I’m not one of those wacky people who travel up northeast each year to see the changing of the leaves (I mean if you have to plan in time for nature it’s just not worth it) but I love the leaves and I love fall. It could be the delicious food of thanksgiving(although I don’t know how well this years will turn out seeing as I can only eat the mashed potatoes no gravy for my vegan diet) or it could be the cool weather, not snowing, but not stifling hot, or it could be because I’m a November baby and I love presents. I think it’s all of those combined. I’m not s person who likes change but a new season to me somehow signals a change in me. I want to blend into that season and enjoy all it has to offer. Think about all we do in fall. You can’t go to the pumpkin patch any other time of the year. Good luck trying to find a haunted house in April. You would look like an idiot in that batman costume in May. And you could eat a Thanksgiving meal in June, but it’s much less forgivable and you would most likely be labeled a cow. Each season has their own meaning. Spring is a time of rebirth with the blossoming flowers and melting snow , summer a time of life with plants in full bloom and school children playing through the days until the last lights of day threaten to end their joy, and winter a time of family and cozy warm fires and most importantly Santa with his bundle of presents for those who have managed to be good for a whole year. But fall, fall is a mix of all of those. There is still life lingering in the falling leaves of the auburn tree, there are children pleading with the sun to please stay out just a few more minutes, and there are holidays that bring our families together. There’s only a short amount of time before the beauty of this season passes us, so before you get ready for the winter of Iowa, take a few moments to relish in the season of fall.

Good moring. Today is the 9 of October. As the leaves change, and the summer warmth fades, I think today would be the perfect day to take a minute or two and go for a little walk or maybe even a bike ride. Time moves fast, but not too fast that you cant take a minute to enjoy it. Insipration can come in many forms, and I find that the simple things bring it more.

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