The People Project

When somebody leaves your life and when things just plain aren't going your way, it's easy to start hating the world; you start hating songs that once made you giggle to yourself with giddy satisfaction, hating your friends that just began dating (have fun with your happily-ever-after story you vacuum packaged fannies) and in that same vein, you just start to generally hate everybody else who has seemed to have figured out something that you haven't because they're happy and you, alas, are not. I mean, let's be honest here! It's not just me that gets this way... right?

Before that person broke up with you, before last month's rent payment didn't go through, before your car broke down, before the shit hit the fan and before you realized that nobody really reads your blog after all, you were once happy.

It's funny how when your heart has been broken, your entire body actually does seem to hurt. Not only that, but you begin to feel nervous pangs and butterflies, reminiscent of the feeling you get whilst sitting in a suspended roller coaster seat right before they blast you off at unnatural speeds. I know that I'm not the first girl in the world to whom this has ha

ppened, but it's still hard to not feel alone anyway. Something just goes wrong when you integrate another person into your soul's hardware and they get ripped out of it: pieces broken and wires askew, it all of sudden becomes hard to function even when doing little everyday things like grocery shopping, checking your email, sitting in traffic, hearing the phone ring and thinking of things to blog about. I all of sudden thought that passersby who would smile at me were being insensitive to the terrorizing roller coaster pain that my body was constantly trying to relieve itself from.

I really don't want to hate the world anymore. I want to be one of it's happy denizens, or at the very least, one of the optimistic ones. I want to see and sew life where there is death! Maybe such idealistic and insipid sentimentality will be what destroys me. Maybe it is what will save me from becoming a bitter old maid. Maybe I've got nothing to lose at this point. I don't want to hate the world anymore so, I'm going to go look for reasons to love it.

Hence, drum roll please: The People Project. The idea is still in its infant stages. But from experience, I have seen that our Facebooking-microwave society is really, for lack of a better word, interesting. The gems of our humanity exist and shine in the little and weird things that we do. To restore my faith, I'm going to go out and look for those gems. I don't know what I'm looking for exactly, but as the saying goes, I'll know it when I see it. Make sense?