For some reason, people keep trying to call our public market “Pike’s Market” or “Pike’s Place.” Just so you all know, if you ask someone in Seattle for directions to “Pike’s Market”, they should understand what you mean, but might chuckle or give you a strange look.
I remember when I was in the Third grade, I was unknowingly entered into a drawing contest at my childhood church. I would have never known of my participation if I had never won this unexpected contest. The more I flash back to that moment of my win, the more horrified I am of the thought that I was unexpectedly entered. I had never thought anyone would have seen the drawing, but there it was, on display for everyone to see. I didn’t put effort into my work, and yet it was viewed by everyone within the small church. The idea of my not putting my whole self into something that would be readily available to everyone scares me terribly. I suppose that this is why I put so much into my appearance, the idea of people seeing my “work” without putting any effort into it scares me. Not because I care about the opinions of others, quite frankly I don’t, but because of the fact that I wouldn’t feel fulfilled, or that I am projecting who I want to be through my lack of effort. I am a hard worker, and I believe that people can tell that through my appearance and my attitude toward life. The more I think about that moment, I begin to think, are we being entered into things that we are not aware of in life? Are we being forced to enter contests in order to win the friendship, love, respect, money, or fame of those around us, or are we continuously playing games with ourselves? Have we become a people so diluted with the constant “contests” of life that we are unaware, or are we so aware that we can no longer care about whether it is right or wrong?