It's Just a Matter of Per[spec]tive

         I've tried blogging before and found it quite difficult. It is hard to discern what you should and shouldn't share on the internet these days. With social networks like Facebook, MySpace and now (apparently) Google+?, most people's thoughts go out into the world once every hour or so. I thought, eh. What's the point? Lately though, I've been aching to have discussions on thoughts I've had about pretty much everything under the sun. I like to study people and I'm curious about what people think of certain subjects e.g. relationships, diets, school, work, life, movies, books, etc. you get the point. Everything. I like to share my opinion too, with only one minor setback: I have two or more perspectives on EVERYTHING.

                            per·spec·tive the state of one's ideas, the facts known to one, etc., inhaving a meaningful interrelationship: You have to live here a few years to see local conditions in perspective.

         Ever since I can remember, I've always seen two (or more) sides to... well... everything that has sides. *I'm pretty sure this is the moment where I admit this means I'm hypocritical but all of you out there thinking "wow she's a hypocrite", all I have to say to you is, so are you and you know it! I suppose you could say I'm good at jumping into someone else's shoes, OH especially if they are Mary Jane pumps size 8/8.5... yeah. I digress. ANYway, I have a theory as to why I have this problem. I'm a torn piece of paper.

        My parents divorced when I was 7 and it seems that ever since then I have for the life of me not been able to claim ONE perspective. Notice I say perspective... I'm able to make decisions and form opinions, however I'm often plagued by the thoughts of other ways of thinking about the situation. Anyway, I read this statement once in a book and I haven't been able to get it out of my head:

       "But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other, with the child equally divided between. It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete."


        Once I read this, I immediately decided that is the perfect way to describe what I am which would inadvertently aid in WHO I am. This, my friends, is the answer. The ripped piece of paper is the symbol for my perspectives. Once they come together, they make an entire picture. A world of different ideas coming together to create the reality - the picture.  At the end of the day, I'm left wondering if there is anyone else in the world that has perspective-itis as well?


         This might've been very confusing, but welcome to my head. I'm excited to write again but this is fair warning people, it might get CAH-razy up in here.






Book quote from Sarah Dessen's What Happened to Goodbye