The Ninja Game!

For the most part, we’ve been posting only rants about the problems of the world. And while, yes, that’s mostly what this blog is for, we’ve decided to throw in a little fun with that as well.

So get ready. Loosen up. Because we’re going to learn how to play…

NINJA GAME!!

Now this game is really very simple. So grab a couple close friends, or even some enemies (you get to hit people) and get ready.

The game begins with everyone standing together in a circle. You can have as many people playing as you want. More people is slower paced, but lots of fun, and two-player is very quick and often decided very quickly.

Bow in Japanese-style. Next, jump backwards as far as you can (all of you who are playing) and strike a ninja pose with your hands up and guarding your body. The person that jumps back farthest gets to go first. Scoot in the circle until every person has one foot in the circle, touching the two feet of the two people beside them.

Now, based on who jumped back the farthest, that person must try to hit the hand of someone close to him. If he touches that person’s hand at all (wrists, arms, and shoulders don’t count), that arm is out and the person must put that arm behind him. It is then his turn to attempt to hit someone’s hand. He may choose whoever, but if he misses and does not catch the person’s hand, he must freeze in the position his hand stopped in. One is only able to move when dodging or hitting. When both arms are lost, you are out, step out of the circle. Everyone else moves in closer.

This goes on until the final two people are left. Those two begin a new round, bowing first, then regaining both of their arms. They do the same until there is a winner. And that winner is…

NINJA MASTER!

So what do you think? Want to try it? If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the comment bar, and I’ll attempt to reply ASAP. Happy Ninja-ing!

The Hardest Ones to Love…

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“The hardest ones to love are the ones that need it most.”

This saying appears in many different places. The first place I heard the saying was nestled comfortably in the song “Carry Me” by Papa Roach (gross name, amazing band for all of you alternative rock fans out there) from their album Metamorphosis.

And if you ask me, that saying is nothing short of the truth. Granted, you probably wouldn’t ask me, but hey, you’re reading this post anyway so shut up and read on.

Now think about it for a minute. Who do you love? Probably your mother, probably your father. Of course, there are exceptions to those, but on average, most people love their parents. And your family, you love most of your family too, don’t you? And your friends. You must love your friends, or else you wouldn’t really call them your friends, now would you (sure, there are “frenemies” but that’s a rant for another day–someday soon, if things continue the way they are with certain people in my life)?

Now ask yourself this: do you love that bully at school or at work who pushes you around, embarasses you, hurts you? Probably not.

But what if that bully was a tortured soul? His mother’s a drunk. His father beats him to a bloody pulp on almost a nightly basis. He once looked up to his grandfather as his only role model. His only true friend. Everyone else has abandoned him. But his grandfather died last year from cancer. Every night, he wonders if he will be thrown out on the streets. He’s about to lose his job. He’s got no one in the world.

Feel bad for him yet?

Love is a constant state. It can fade. It can wither, it can become close to invisible, but it will never disappear. Love will never fully go away.

So if you open your heart up to someone, truly open up your heart and let youself love even the most hurtful person, not only will you have one more person to turn to in your life, but another will feel wanted. Needed.

Loved.

~MJ

May We All Be Coffee in the Grand Scheme of Things!

Earlier today, I received an email in my inbox. It was one of those age-old inspirational forwards that’s usually only sent because there’s an evil curse that states “if you don’t send this to an ungodly amount of people that probably won’t open this because they don’t want to bother forwarding it on again and again, you will die in seven days and haunted for the remainder of your existence by the creepy chick named Samara from The Ring and The Ring Two which, as usual, was twenty million times worse than the first movie.” Okay, so maybe the curses aren’t that detailed, but you get the point.

I was surprised to see that this email struck me. Not only that, I’m officially not cursed for a million years to die a very painful death and be forever haunted, so at least I have that going for me. Anyway, here’s what it said:

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word…

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, ‘ Tell me what you see.’

‘Carrots, eggs, and coffee,’ she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, ‘What does it mean, mother?’

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

‘Which are you?’ she asked her daughter. ‘When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.

Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

~MJ

My “Friend” Gets all the Blame? Not Fair.

So one day, I was just walking along and… well… my friend tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and fell over on her face!

-Oh really? What’d she do?

Well, I… um, I mean she broke her nose. It was painful–I mean painful to watch her. Seriously, that’s what I meant!

I dare you to tell me you’ve never blamed your “friend” for something stupid that you did. I dare you. Now sure, you probably don’t use names, and when people ask who it was, you make up some random name off the top of your head that sounds completely and totally stupid as it comes out of your mouth, and you wish you could rename your friend, but after all, she was given her name from her mother (or father, if you’re male) at her birth (about ten seconds ago.) I’m right…. right? Right. Yeah, because we all believe in your little”friend.”

And why do we create this imaginary “friend?” Because we’re afraid of embarrassment? Or because for some reason or another, you don’t want the blame to fall on you?

Quick Newsflash: For the most part, we know you’re lying about your “friend.” We normal (if you want to call me normal, go ahead, I guess) people understand that you don’t want to tell us that really this embarrassing story or admission is really all you. Some of us are nice and won’t tell you we know, but some might tell you flat-out that we’re on to you.

So maybe next time you decide to blame your own crush on your imaginary friend, or that embarrassing story, or that thing that no one was supposed to know but someone overheard anyway while you were telling a trusted friend (or telling yourself if you are one of those lonely types), perhaps just fess up and admit it was you. That way, you’re not lying, and you don’t run the risk of getting caught in that lie, because whether you believe it or not, people get caught all the time.

After all, if you keep blaming your “friend” for all your issues, she just might not want to be your “friend” anymore.

~MJ

In the Beginning…

In the beginning God created the internet and the blog…

Wait, wait, hold on… I think I’m messing up the story. Let’s leave the Bible out of this and start all over…

The name’s MJ. And if you’re here, you must be bored out of your mind. Right? Am I right? You know I am. Or maybe your boss told you to get some work done and you decided to procrastinate. Maybe you’re still in school and your teacher told you to do research on the oh-so-interesting Gazelles of Africa. Or maybe, you know either Beth or me from school and have the express intention of secretly learning more about us. It’s okay, we’ll keep your secret. To tell the truth, we don’t know who you are, and as far as we know, we have no way of finding out, so go on about your business, if you must.

The point is, you’re here. And because of that, Beth and I now have a job. Our job is to make sure you enjoy your time here and you keep coming back. Gee thanks, you know, you’re more trouble than you’re worth. Or are you?

You see, we didn’t make this blog just to please you. I know, I know, your ego’s sore now. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get over it. And if you don’t, well, I guess it would be my problem, if I had any clue who you are. That’s where that whole “virtual” thing comes in handy. So sorry about your luck.

This blog isn’t about you. Don’t worry, it’s not about us either. It’s more about the world. What is, and what isn’t. We created it not to entertain, but to shape minds. Maybe even change them. Beth and I don’t have any illusions of changing the world, that’s not the point. The point is to help. Everyone has to do a little part to make the world a better place, and we hope that through inspirational posts and lessons of love and sacrifice, we can make a tiny mark in your life.

And with that, I leave you. I’ve actually got a life (isn’t it amazing?) that I should get back to before it starts to miss me.

~MJ Hamilton

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