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The other day seemed like it would be fairly normal. But then I was watching Good Morning America and Robin Roberts mentions growing up on the gulf coast. And then I remember her coverage of the BP oil spill, and how she celebrated when the Saints won the Super Bowl so soon after Katrina, and I started thinking about how much the gulf coast, her home, means to her. 
Then I listen to Andrea Gibson's poetry on the way to school 
Then I go to my second day of physics class and I'm lost as to how to do the assignment but everyone around me gets it. 
Then I go to my next class and I hear that the cute, intelligent guy that I'd got an instant crush on the day before is actually getting married in a few days. 
After class I call my friend and pretty much say 
To my hormones:
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| I was looking through some old books of my grandfather's, and I found this poem in a clipping.
Worship
It is the soul searching for its counterpart.
It is a thirsty land crying out for rain.
It is a candle in the act of being kindled.
It is a man listening through a tornado
to the Still Small Voice.
It is a cry in the night for help.
It is a soul standing in awe before the
mystery of the Universe.
It is the Prodigal Son running to his
Father.
It is the poet enthralled by the beauty
of the sunrise.
It is a workman pausing a movement to
listen to a distant church bell.
It is a hungry heart seeking for love.
It is Time following into Eternity.
It is a man climbing the altar stairs to
GOD.
Author Unknown.
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| When someone gets too close too me, I feel like this 
When someone gets all touchy and affectionate, it feels like this 
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When someone hugs me, it feels like this 
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And worst of all, when I'm at work taking out an order and someone's long f-ing fingernails scrape my skin while handing me the money, it feels like this 
I want to retaliate somewhat like this 
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| Occasionally I roller skate at work. I feel like this:
But I know I look like this:
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| Southerners get picked on for our use of 'y'all.' But why don't non-y'allers not understand why we use it in the first place? It's so much quicker than saying, 'all of you,' or 'you all,' or whatever else would be appropriate. I don't waste much time, so why would I waste any in unnecessary speaking? I don't drawl my words out like molasses, I flow like White Lighting. I hate having to slow down so folks can understand me. It's like 'can't,' 'don't', 'won't.' 'Y'all' is just a contraction. It'd be weird to hear someone say to a group of people, "No, all of you, I will not go tomorrow. I do not have tomorrow off, and, therefore, I cannot go." A little high and mighty, aren't we? I understand and fully agree with why we don't use 'y'all' or other contractions in formal language, such as an essay or lab report. But on a blog, in a diary, in conversation, etc., doesn't it feel odd, distant, and kind of cold to enforce formal language? We already slide by on so much informality, but many still haven't accepted 'y'all.' So, to conclude, unless you don't use any contractions and everything that comes from your mouth is proper, why the hell wouldn't I say 'Y'all?'
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