home and pick me ups.

I've been feeling really shitty for the past few months so I decided that I'm going home next weekend. I just bought my flight. It's perfect. I'll be home for new years. Can't wait to go to temple with my grandparents and parents then go to the park for some good ass papaya salad and sticky rice.

On another note. Our check in question at SASComm was:

"When you're feeling really down or sad, what do you think of to cheer you up?"

The sad thing was that I couldn't think of anything that automatically cheers me up. The normal things people think of . . just make me feel even sadder. When I think of my family . . it makes me sad because I don't get to spend time with them. When I think school . . it makes me sad because I'm doing so poorly in it. When I think about organizing in the Southeast Asian community . . it makes me sad because, well, I don't know.

I answered by saying that instead of thinking of something, I do things that make me happy. Like call my grandma or call my sister. Go somewhere. etc. While I guess that came off as relatively proactive . . which is good. It also means that I'm incredibly dependent on other people to make me happy. This is great, except sometimes those people who really cheer me up or make me happy aren't always there. Everyone's got their own stuff to do . .