PostSecret is so good it's bad.

Thursday, February 18, 2010 0 comments

I wish I could tell you how special you are to me, without you constantly trying to save the situation.

Know what you should do?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010 0 comments

You should read "Silver Water" by Amy Bloom. It's really short, guys, but brilliant. It's pretty much the best short story I've ever read. Yep, that's what you should do.


Monday, February 8, 2010 0 comments

Have you ever really thought about the thoughts in your head? Like, tried to sort them or put them into words? It's really hard. Because some of the things I think, I would never ever say...ever. And then I have this blog, right? And people have blogs (or at least some do) to get things off of their chest. Things that they're really feeling. Because they can't tell it to someone in person. Because if they do, they're emo, or have no right to say such things.

And it's embarrassing, right? We, as Americans, don't know how to handle feelings with each other. We've got to be happy so that others can be happy...even if we're not happy and others aren't happy. Seriously, tis a cultural thing. You go to Russia and best friends (even male) walk arm in arm. And toasts at dinners are long and sincere. And no one laughs. No one is awkward or uncomfortable. Why is it so hard to be open?

I mean, hell, what if I had a problem I just wanted to write down? What if I wrote...a poem or something (LOL) and wanted to share it with the world? But I was too scared. See, even that inserted paranthetical back there, unnecessarily adding humor to lighten the fact that I might write poems. I really don't, unless required, but do you see what I mean? Am I making sense?

50% or something of jokes told daily have some truth to them. So if your friend is like, "Oh, yeah, I totally hate my mom sometimes, LOL" they could seriously be telling the truth. And how sad is that that they can't share it with someone? Not to mention the receiver of such knowledge. We are so ill-equipped to handle something like that. What do you say if someone tells you heavy shit? "Oh...I'm sorry, bro. I dunno."

Maybe not. Maybe you have eloquence or can even relate on some level to some people's problems. In my case: I don't. I can't relate to people on a lot of things. I don't know what to say. And if I did know what to say, I might not say it, because it might be the wrong thing for the person I'm trying to help. But should I try anyway? Do people just want someone to listen, or some advice as well?

I guess it varies.

But, for example: if I wanted to post some of my innermost feelings on here, I couldn't. Why? Because I know at least two people semi-personally who read this blog. And therefore, I can't. I mean, I could, but I won't

And a friend just came over to give me pasta. The thought process is broken.

Quick, someone's looking! Detach yourselves!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010 1 comments

On my way to class today, I decided to conduct an experiment of sorts. I decided to count the number of people with their music in or their phone out. Of course, I thought of this when I was already halfway to class. But I started counting anyway and counted 36 people with either/and/or device out. Not too bad, right? Well, consider the fact that I walked about 50 feet. Now, on the way back I did pay attention. I counted 74. 74 people had detached themselves with an electronic device.


I personally think it's because everyone is super self-conscious. Honestly. Seriously, you don't want to have to deal with people looking, so you tune yourself out. That way, your pretty little self image doesn't get hurt. Is that really self conscious? Or is that egotistical, to think that people are actually looking at you and making judgments. I'm not saying that they aren't, but as my super, super wise grandmother says: "I like to think that we think that people think about us more than they really do."

She also says this: "Everyone's a little queer but me and thee. And sometimes I worry about thee." (profit from that and you die, bitches!)

Yeah, she'll put you in your place, all right. But seriously, what is with this new fad? Oh, sure, you can tell me that you like to zone out when you walk. It's really relaxing and blah-dee-freakin-blah. You know what else it is? It's also really fucking rude. Seriously. "Oh, I'm holier than thou. See these earbuds? This means I don't want anything to do with you." Hey, your buddy called your name back there, guess you didn't hear it. You were too busy making sure that everyone knew that you were cool. You had music! And! you were checking your text messages!

Do you see that, world?! Someone talked to me! This is me responding! I have FRIENDS!

Please, just proceed to your corner and cry like the rest of the brave people in the world. That's right, I said brave. BRAVE! Because they let it all hang out. They walk without music and without phones. They look at the trees and get lost in their own thoughts rather than your crappy, repetative music. And yeah, maybe when they go home they're a little bit saddened by something or other, but they handle it how people should handle it (i.e. they handle it). They don't act like nothing exists with their petty little pretentious efforts of social acceptance. No, they walk to class. Because after all, aren't you just walking to class?

And if you disagree, let me ask you this: Were you doing this three plus years ago? Were you walking around with earbuds and constantly checking your cell phone (you didn't get a text, by the way) long before anyone else was? You probably weren't. Know why? Because you're a follower. And Ifeel sorry for you.

Still disagree? Let me know.