Shock, Slightly Removed

Nothing makes a faraway tragedy real faster than discovering, quite unexpectedly, that the faces of the shocked victims in the news are familiar to you.

I'm used to looking at pictures of strangers in the news, whether or not the occasion is a tragic one--seeing only the emotions and not knowing who they are. As of yesterday morning, the Boston Marathon bombings have become an exception.

It's a shock to hear about any attack, of course. It's always shocking, no matter how often it happens (and it happens much too often now!), to open a news source or be contacted by a friend who is better-informed than I am and find that someone else has decided to kill people for no particular reason. But it's a different kind of shock to find a news article headed with a picture of some of my friends.

Please Direct Me To The Mahalo

This is a post about trash cans. Specifically, the kinds of trash cans you see at fast-food places, which always seem to have "THANK YOU" printed on them.

Right now, I'm in Hawai'i for a family vacation--my first time coming here for any span of time less than a year. When I was younger, on three different occasions, my family lived here more or less permanently. I freely admit to having loved everything about it except for fourth grade (long story involving an abusive teacher and two sets of bullying classmates).

One of the things I've always especially loved about Hawai'i is the language. You have to learn at least a little bit just to get around every day, at least enough to be able to pronounce the names of the streets and figure out whether you belong in the "kane" or "wahine" bathroom. Just basic survival matters like that. And it's a beautiful, deceptively simple language (at least until you're confronted by the fact that the state fish is known as the humuhumunukunukuapua'a, meaning "a fish with a nose like a pig").

Of course, in the Hawaiian language, the word for "thank you" is "mahalo." Which brings me back to the title of this post: has it occurred to no one else that someone from another country who speaks another language might come to America and assume based on the tradition of the polite fast-food trash cans that "thank you" means "trash can"? I would never have thought of it were it not for the fact that my dad has made a habit, every time we come to Hawai'i, of joking that "mahalo" must mean "trash can." After all, it's carved into the lid right there.

We attended our old church yesterday, and interestingly the pastor gave us a survey about military families that he wants to use to plan his next sermon series. Oddly, he had a number of possible relationships to the military with checkboxes at the bottom, to indicate one's perspective--but "child of a servicemember" wasn't an option. Perhaps I ought to make a blog post in answer to his survey.

As I finish this post, we are headed to Punchbowl Cemetery. I promised my aunt BabyBlue (of BabyBlueOnline) that I would lay flowers on her mother's grave, and while we're there we are also going to visit Auntie BJ and Uncle Earl's graves (no relation, that's just how Hawaiians talk about close friends of older generations).

Exhausting Week

So this week I'm helping out with my church's Vacation Bible School! After shepherding sixteen to eighteen kids five-year-olds around every morning, I'm pretty worn out by the afternoon, but I have Responsibilities in the afternoons anyway. Sometimes they even get done...

The kids are adorable, though sometimes they get in fights and a few had trouble adjusting to what we were supposed to be doing for the first few days. VBS closing is tomorrow (it's gone so fast!), and thus we wrap up a fun week.

Maybe I should focus on the wisdom that I pick up from the little church rituals that I didn't quite understand when I was five myself. Like what "This Little Light of Mine" actually means, which I hadn't really thought about in years... until now.

Take this light around the world, I'm gonna let it shine

Take this light around the world, I'm gonna let it shine

Take this light around the world, I'm gonna let it shine

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

Take it around the world? In some ways, even though I never thought of it that way before, that's what I've been doing in making online friends around the world. I get to have deep conversations with people I might never have met otherwise, and I learn something from them, and they learn something from me.

I feel lucky now.

A Sentence I Never Thought I Would Say

"It was a love strangle, I swear!"

Reputation

"Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation!"

-Michael Cassio, Act II, Scene 3, lines 281-282 from The Tragedy of Othello, The Moor of Venice by William Shakespeare

I've always loved my church. It's one of the most purely, honestly fun places I know, somewhere I can feel safe and ask hard questions and do good works and sing excerpts from Broadway musicals and drop anime references. My church family is full of wonderful people whom I love being around. 

The hard part is, my brother attends youth group functions with me now, and he's embarrassed by my reputation for being weird and loud and active in every discussion. This is a problem, because he believes my reputation reflects on his, and consequently often gets mad at me for being myself. 

I don't believe that my reputation and his have anything to do with each other, and I resent that he's trying to change mine. Because what he doesn't seem to understand is that the reputation I have is the reputation I want, that I'm more comfortable not reining myself in the way he does, that it's better for me that people expect me to act the way I do naturally. He doesn't want any part of my reputation, but that's okay because I want nothing to do with his. He can have his image. I just want to be seen as myself, nothing else, and definitely not as an extension of my little brother's quest to fake a socially acceptable normalcy.

Home isn't a safe space for me anymore except when I'm locked in my room alone, because of my brother. School was always unpredictable--some classes would be safe, but some I always felt like I was constantly in danger. Church is the one place where I don't want to worry about my reputation, because I have to keep it under control everywhere else just to keep the bullying level down.