<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139</id><updated>2024-11-05T22:09:40.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>synopsis</title><subtitle type='html'>just another blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139.post-1533254686614578786</id><published>2010-08-22T22:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:17:01.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>The truth is my blogs aren&#39;t true. They were simple a way of my true intentions showing in some way. I did not change, I did not try, and most of the things I said were just to reassure the feelings I desired so they wouldn&#39;t completely be suppressed by my opposing actions.&lt;br /&gt;  But I have found a path that seems to be working. All I do is go with the flow of things. School, work, relationships. You just have to go with the flow of them all, instead of worrying about the future. I was so caught up in what I wanted to be and how I would get there that I didn&#39;t really focus on what I was. And to tell you the truth, I liked most aspects of me. The parts that I despised were the ones I viewed myself as. Unfortunately that led to failures and bouts of depression. But that&#39;s okay. things happen and they&#39;re supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, I still plan for the future. But only financially really (you have to do that). Overall though, I never think about what I&#39;m going to become or what I want to be because I&#39;m pretty awesome how I am. The only problem I seem to be carrying is jealousy and anger management. And those are things that can be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;  So that&#39;s all. No more dramatic postings or fantasized realizations because I don&#39;t care anymore. I love my life. It&#39;s going quite good, and all I had to do was stop worrying about the future. It&#39;s going to come eventually, so just enjoy the now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1533254686614578786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/08/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/1533254686614578786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/1533254686614578786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/08/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139.post-2395196109579000037</id><published>2010-01-19T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:00:15.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>If you want things to be different, than perhaps the answer is to become different yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-Norman Vincent Peale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want, but never try.&lt;br /&gt;For so long I have told myself I will be different, and I am, just not to the calliber I desire so desperately. The thing is, it takes years to mold a being like the one I long to be. The first step in this life changing journey is to accept who I am now, and I had completely skipped this crucial step. Time has been lost, but not wasted. So I start over. This time in a different mind set. I accept myself and all the positive things I have done up to this point, but if I truely wish things were different I must change. If I was fully satisfied with myself this realization would have never come to be. I&#39;m just relieved it came sooner than later. Another pivital moment in my life. I&#39;m one step closer to becoming the person I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;I want, so I shall try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Rae</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2395196109579000037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/2395196109579000037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/2395196109579000037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139.post-5775194708127265478</id><published>2010-01-17T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:19:35.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;Discussion is an exchange of knowledge; an argument an exchange of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Quillen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found another flaw; my ignorance. I am not sure if ignorance is brought on by youth or by fear. I am not afraid to learn, but my youth tells me other wise. Why learn now? I have plenty of time to learn from my mistakes. This is true. I have many years to grow into myself and shape the person I know I am, but my lack of diligence is becoming less of a flaw and more of a hindrance. I am not only hurting myself, but those around me. This is something that stops today. I&#39;m not saying that this post has erased every ounce of ignorance I have, but it has hidden it. I will always be ignorant in some way, but I will not let it show; there&#39;s no reason to. The effect of ignorance in a discussion does led to an argument, and arguments are mistakes (things I have been trying so hard not to let happen). My youth will no longer justify my wrong doings. I am ignorant by youth, which makes me ignorant by life. I have not lived long enough to bear the weight of absent knowledge, but today I have changed; at least controlled the anger fueled trained named Ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Rae&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5775194708127265478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/5775194708127265478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/5775194708127265478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/ignorance.html' title='ignorance'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139.post-917265747921234113</id><published>2010-01-13T10:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:09:38.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>advice</title><content type='html'>Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Jong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite true. The majority of the time I ask for advice, I already know the answer. I&#39;m just hoping that whoever I&#39;m asking will re-enforce my thought. I, as well as people in general, need to spend more time for myself and less time worrying about the &quot;advice&quot; of others. What makes them any more right than me? Nothing. Most of the time it&#39;s just the sound of another&#39;s voice that is most appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Rae</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/917265747921234113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/917265747921234113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/917265747921234113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/advice.html' title='advice'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139.post-7693156004106218840</id><published>2010-01-13T10:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:09:50.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity</title><content type='html'>If you can&#39;t explain it simply, you don&#39;t understand it well enough.&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this problem for many years. I always wanted to sound intelligent or try to fit in with others conversations, when in reality, I sounded completely ignorant and lost respect from those who did not know it&#39;s meaning. I have changed though. Mo more ignorant interjections or outlandish stories, I simply observe. If however, there is something I could add to a conversation, then by all means I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to look at one through an outside perspective is a brilliant quality to have. I do not have this gift; I just have memories. My memories are my mirrors, and my outside perspective. That is why I&#39;m taking the time to look through them and change some false aspects in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another quote for my brain to nurture. Maybe this time around I&#39;ll gain respect from the respected; and use the extra time to have a concrete understanding of the things I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wasting time over others. As selfish as it sounds, it&#39;s all about me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Rae</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7693156004106218840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/simplicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/7693156004106218840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/7693156004106218840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/simplicity.html' title='simplicity'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139.post-1347884347206652888</id><published>2010-01-09T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:09:04.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity</title><content type='html'>Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;p&gt; Exactly. I&#39;m no less insane than a schizophrenic if I wake up everyday and do the same thing, with no variant outcome... that would be insanity. Everyday is another day for improvement. I need to learn something new or try new things or live a stationary life. So today starts something new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Erica Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1347884347206652888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/1347884347206652888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/1347884347206652888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/insanity.html' title='insanity'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129623564336622139.post-6113425509749713216</id><published>2010-01-09T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:01:43.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my synopsis</title><content type='html'>I am a person who has many views on many things with no defined answer to any of them. Studying quotes might enlighten me. My blog is just a way for me to hear myself think; those are free to input to any of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Rae</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6113425509749713216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-synopsis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/6113425509749713216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5129623564336622139/posts/default/6113425509749713216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericasynopsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-synopsis.html' title='my synopsis'/><author><name>erica rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078460059868897689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQbRUBTffbg/S0t38RILFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQRWiHvGtDE/S220/2009_0907NewEngland09090379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>