September 20, 2001
After reading and then rereading my exactly three-page description of my odyssey thru the woods, I really cannot say that ďThe JourneyĒ gave me a whole new insight on myself or even that much of an insight at all. More times than not, each topic on the journey did truly reflect my personality, as far as I can see. For example, on the journey when I found the container of come kind, I fell upon an old and dirty water bottle that had a faded label on it and was overall grotesque. If this is supposed to represent my views on love, well, thatís simply untrue, as I have a very positive outlook on love, as opposed to it being something dirty or unappealing. In other situations after thinking deeply about the actions I made in the journey, I couldnít really apply them to what they were supposed to represent. For example, when a key was found on the journey, I came to a set of lost keys, which through deduction, I thought were a couple of keys that a girl had lost. The key was supposed to represent education, yet my finding, actions, and feelings I donít believe could be even loosely interpreted to anything about education. There was one topic, however, that I felt hit the nail on the head. When the tree fell in front of my, blocking my path, I simply stopped, looked at the tree, and took a nap, leaning up on the side of it. I thought this represented my relaxed, laid back attitude about problems, knowing that in the end, it will all work out. Also, when I do have a problem, a lot of times I sleep it off. Overall, ďThe JourneyĒ was an enjoyable activity, yet I think it lacked the insight I would have liked it to have.
On part B of our journal, we are asked to describe two people who achieved fame or wealth, but donít seem happy. Well, this is certainly a hard task seeing has how I neither am friends with or know anybody famous well enough to know if one might be happy or not. However, in my weekend hobby/career of professional wrestling, I have hung out with and spent time with a few different men who used to be famous professional wrestlers, making a living for the World Wrestling Federation. Maybe this doesnít mean a whole lot to you, but to a pro wrestling fan, some of these people I have spent time with used to be larger than life superstars. In this time, I have realized that being famous and rich at one point in your life does not gaurentee happiness. One man by the name of Ed Leslie, in the WWF known in the 1980ís and early 90ís as Brutus the Barber Beefcake, once a popular, famous, well off star, is now a very unhappy and bitter man. Perhaps the loss of fame is something to grow bitter at. All he does now is travel, trying to make some money doing pro wrestling on the independent curcuit, with no true future ahead of him, now that heís over the hill, and no real family. Such is also the case for former WWF star Jake the Snake Roberts, who divorced his wife, has a horrible relationship with his daughter, is addicted to crack, among other negatives in his life. So happiness does not come from fame, itís safe to say. I think itís safe to say that the happiest person Iíve met in my life is Mark Eardleyís dad, whose name Iím not sure of. When I think of happy people, I think of him. Iíve only met the man once or twice, but heís so darn jovial, it rubs off on you after seeing him. I donít know, and Iím quite curious as to, why this guy is so happy all the time. Maybe itís the family heís got- a nice wife, two sons, one of which I know for a fact is one heck of a guy. I would think that my grandpa, now 91 years old, is a happy person. Just this year he retired. After working since he was 6 years old when his parents both died, he had been employed as a lawyer most of his life. Heís got a great family too. Family and purpose in life might both be contributing factors of happiness.
My self-esteem with my classmates probably hinders my relationship with them, or did at one point. During my freshmen year in high school and into my sophomore year, I was very self-conscience and didnít talk to people based on that. Now, over the past couple years, my self-esteem has grown, and I feel that I can talk to just about anybody in my class. At work, unfortunately even after working there for over a year, Iím still like the ďnew kid.Ē