Who gets to decide?

This is my immaturity coming out...which tends to do so quite often, but I really haven't decided to care yet. Whenever I stand at an intersection - I smile at that little, orange hand that tells you to stop walking. I think it'd be funny to black out a few of those little lights...say the ones around all but the hand and the middle finger, because then you have the flashing middle finger.

I honestly think that the concept of "flipping the bird" is really funny. When I do it, I honestly am not swearing in my head at all or even think of it. I just think it's a funny gesture because really what the heck is that? In different cultures different gestures mean different things. But what I would like to know is who gets to decide what gesture, means what? I mean really - who decides these things because they have quite the influence on the North American culture. Anyway - random thought.

Other thought - The students leave this Sunday. Craziness. I'm already pretty sensitive and nostalgic. I know that it's time to move on...but it's still hard.

For those of you wondering about my morality. I'm still going to live with Taylor for a little while longer. We've had a good run. Both of us have learned from one another and I think we've benefited from the relationship that we have had - we'll have some space starting May 1st - I won't be working with Taylor any more. So that constancy will not longer be there - but since there is so much happening, I'm not going to actually move out until a little later. It will be weird to have so much more independence - and the silence of not always having the continual noise from another person or their group of friends. Overall - I think being with Taylor has been a good experience and an opportunity to grow.