So apparently, I have AIDS

Shocked ya, did I? Haha! So to put your minds at rest, no, I do not actually have AIDS. That was however, what Lil Bro told my dad when he got into the car after school today.

"Daddy, Marcia has AIDS." Needless to say, my dad was shocked, I think his response was something along the lines of "WHAT?", at which point Lil Bro just reinforced what he'd already stated, adding "My teacher told me." So dad asked him how his teacher knew, the answer to which was, "Well, my teacher told me that you get AIDS from needles and piercings, and Marcia got her bellybutton pierced and it got infected, so she has AIDS." At which point dad had to stop and explain to him how exactly needles and piercings related to aids. He didnt however, explain to Lil Bro the other ways that aids can be contracted, which I thought was not the best, but hey... its not my place to criticize.

When my dad related the story to us, my mom and me both laughed for a full 10 minutes. And then proceeded to drop the subject. But when Lil Bro mentioned the me having AIDS thing again in passing a few hours later I was forced to sit him down and explain again that I do not have AIDS and am never getting it ever (knock on wood). Naturally, next I had to add that if he walked around his school telling everyone I have AIDS I would have to murder him. Think I got my point across. Haha.

I am however, wondering if Lil Bro's confusion on the whole needles and piercings in relation to HIV (though, he didnt mention HIV at all, he just skipped straight to AIDS, so now I'm wondering if the subject of HIV was brought up?) was his own, or if his teacher just neglected to mention anything? Wouldn't be the first time Lil Bro's confused stuff, but then again, he's usually pretty quick at grasping concepts. Or maybe this was too big a concept for an 8 year old to grasp fully? Or maybe I'm going too much into it?

I dont know, it is something to think about though.

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Person of the Day... or not?

For about as long as I can remember, I've always had a 'Person of the Day'. This person is someone I happen to see when I'm out who I normally wouldnt see during the course of the day. And everyday, for years now, I have faithfully had a Person of the Day. Every single day. So imagine my surprise when yesterday, for the first time ever, I had NO person of the day. Not one. I didnt see a single person I knew for the entire day. I was shocked. Still am, matter of fact. Has Macau finally gotten so many people that you dont actually see anyone you know when you go out? Has it actually come to that? Or was I just so preoccupied thinking about GJD (=D!) that I didnt take notice of specifically anyone? Haha. Though, to be honest, towards the end of the day, when I was on my way home... I did realize that I had no person of the day, and so made a conscious effort to actually look around to see if I could spot anyone (GJD!). But, alas, to no avail.

I'm not entirely sure whether I like this not having a Person of the Day thing or not. Its weird and new. It will take some getting used to.

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There's this saying, I dont remember exactly how it goes... Something about how people come into your life for a reason, and when they've accomplished what they came to do they go on their way.

I've been thinking about this quote that I dont even remember in its entirety so much lately. Mostly because I have the feeling that a friend who's been so important to me for so many years has gone on their way. There's this little part of me that feels empty coz of it. For some reason when I was thinking about our friendship... I thought of this quote.

This then led me to think about all the other people who've been in and still are in my life. Based on this quote (on a side note - its really frustrating coz I cant find the quote online, and I cant remember where I heard it.) I tried to think of what these people (the people who arent in my life, for whatever reason, any longer) have done for me. The reason they came into my life, so to speak. I think I surprised myself by coming up with things that people have done. I dont know why I was surprised. Maybe coz I've never before stopped to think about the effect people have had in my life.

There have been people who've helped me academically, psychologically, hell even physically. People have come into my life to help me out when I needed to be assured of my intelligence, to prove to me that I do indeed have talent, to show me how to nurture said talent. There have been people who've shown me that I wasnt ugly or disfigured. There have been people when I needed to be looked at as an equal and when I needed someone to look up to me. People who boosted my self-esteem and confidence. People have been there when I needed to laugh, cry or just talk. When I needed advice or to keep my feet on the ground. To teach me a lesson, give me something to learn from and something to respect. For about a million other things, both mundane and not. Most importantly, there were people who were around when all I needed was a friend.

I also realized for as many people whose "reason" for coming into my life I could pin-point, there were also those I couldnt. So naturally, thinking about it, I came up with the theory, that if these people had no real purpose in my life, maybe its me who had a purpose in theirs? (Well, they couldnt just be 'filler' people now, could they?) And if I did have a purpose in these people's lives... what was it? Was it important or mundane? Did I have a big impact? Was it a good purpose or a bad one? Of course, I dont know the answers to all of these... I hope they're all good, but I know there are most probably some bad "reasons" too. Still though, I'd like to know....

In a roundabout way this brings me back to the friend I referred to in the beginning. See, I dont think he has any idea of the effect he's had in my life, but of all these people who've come into my life when I needed something... Without ever knowing it he gave me the confidence I needed to go from someone who was completely unsure of herself and her place in anything to the person that I am today. I'm not saying that I'm perfect now, I'm not, not by a long shot. But now I know that whatever happens, I can get through it. I believe he came into my life to show me how to believe in myself. And he has no idea how much it means to me.

In some weird way though, I hate that his job is done, because I dont want him to be gone now. I miss him so much. Have I ever said that I hate losing friends? Well I do. But I'd lose about a million friends to get this one........................... God, I dont even know what to call him... he's more than a friend (not in the romantic sense) but somehow, while the term best-friend fits my best friend, it doesnt fit him. He's a term all unto himself. Whatever he is. I miss him. I'd lose a million normal friends to get him back.

I had no idea when I started writing this what the point of is was, just knew it needed to be written. So I'm sorry that this is long and rambling and confusing. But now I know.

I guess this is my thank you. Not just to my one friend mentioned, but to everyone, past and present. Even though they wont read this. I need to say it. Thank you. For everything.

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