Let me out of here!!!!

Yes it's that time of year again and cabin fever is in the blood. I've been realising over the past week that I have been slowly going insane. It's that subtle slide over the edge that you only catch when it's almost too late. So I'm going insane and need to get away but I can't. I mean literaly there is no where for me to go! I'm stuck in this stupid building almost 24/7. I even started going on 2 hour walks to get away from this place but it's not enough. I need a change of sceanery, a change of pace, a change of people for a couple days. This is actually the most insular community I have ever lived in and that's saying something. Even at BLEC we didn't spend three consecutives monthes in one bloody building! This is just getting way to intense. I'm declaring today and MH day and relaxing. Okay I don't know what I'm actually going to do to relax but I'll find something. Listen to me you can tell I'm going insane, when do I ever write crap like this. Arrghhhhh..............

Assumption is the mother of all snafus

People who know me have heard this before but I've never really blogged on it. Well one of my biggest pet peeves is assumptions. I really hate when I do it and I hate it when I see others doing it because at least 85% of the time we 're wrong. Not just a little wrong either, like totally off the mark wrong. It especially annoys me when people say things like: "Well I don't really know them that well (or I've never met them personally) but it seems to me..." Hey look it's an assumption! Maybe if you don't know the person that well (or at all) you should keep your trap shut. It's likely as not that the people involved haven't told you everything and chances are even if they did and you still haven't seen the situation it's self your working off of biased information. I mean you could assume a lot of really stupid things if you based those assumptions off of the speeches Hitler made. A less extreme example would be assuming that what one political party said was truth and never listening to other parties before you formed an opinion. People make assumptions about me all the time and I find it really amusing when after they have known me for a bit they say things like: "You know I always thought.... I didn't know about..." It's funny but at the same time it's sad that we make these snap judgments. Oh I'm not saying I don't do it, because I do, but I'm aware that I have done so and do not voice my opinion until I have had time to find out more. That's what really gets people in trouble and makes me mad; the whole forming an opinion without trying to find out more. But what a really don't get is why people keep doing it over and over again. I mean how many times do you have to make a fool of yourself before you become embarrassed enough to stop. I sure couldn't take it for long but then again maybe I'm just sensitive...... ya right.

Why am I the last to know?

Okay so here's the story: I ask Melissa to come out east because our friendship was totally on the rocks about to die. I mean until August we had spoken like once a month over the past year and a half. So to my surprise she agrees to come and even manages it the week after I asked. It's good now I have hope that maybe there is hope for what was once a really close friendship. Well I meet her on Saturday and as she's unpacking I'm trying to think of what to say to get the ball rolling..... All the issues I thought were a problem I'm realizing aren't the real issues but I don't know what is. Slowly it creeps up on me; if there is one thing Melissa and I are good at it's telling half-truths for the "sake of the other person." So honesty okay but where to start? Well how about as to if we really want this friendship. So I tell her that I really want to be good friends again but I need to know what she wants so we can start with honesty and on the same page. Well she says she'd really like that. Okay good right? No I'm still not quite there, hmmm... What's missing? I know the whole truth. Yep the realization hit me between the eyes like a meteor thrown from the hand of God: I want to marry this girl, always have so why the hell have I never asked?!? Well if there's something else Melissa and I are good at it's talking ourselves out of things (ya we have a lot in common). So right then and there I ask her to marry me. She said yes! Well we went to Tim Horton's and on the way she is just freaking out, me it hasn't sunk in yet. We get there and I start having an internal terror time. For the next hour and a half we are both freaking out in different ways. Well after an hour and a half I decided enough is enough so we go and spend an hour and a half in prayer. Boy what a difference that made! God just gave us peace so we started calling and telling people. Okay really it was mostly spent trying to find our parents. Anywho, the next night we spent an hour in prayer and God told me to go to a specific jewelry store for the ring, so we went on Monday and got a beautiful ring with out killing the bank account. Yay! So now we begin all the plans and all but as we do and talk to others apparently many people were expecting this. Even though Melissa was coming down just so we could work stuff out enough to be friends again, apparently everyone that knew she was coming was expecting me to propose. Why was I the last to know?