Real quick.
I think people find it easier to just see the world as black and white. People are either good or bad. It would definitely make it easier to hate someone if you could just simply think they were bad. Everyone wants a final answer, a definite response instead of being unsure of something or someone. I used to think it was maybe just a middle school thing, but then high school came along and then I thought it was a high school thing. And then I went abroad a met a whole different type of people and here I am in college and I see that it's everywhere. I would blame that mind set on immaturity. But it's not necessarily immature.
I just found myself thinking I didn't like someone because they did me wrong in the past. But then I have a memory of them doing a random kind act for someone. And then it hit me. Maybe I feel better just being able to have it said and done and out of the way to just think I don't like them. But I know this person may have done a wrong act. And they have probably done a few already and will do more in the future. But I also know that this person is a good person, a decent person, who tries to do good for the world.
So yes, it's quick and easy and simple to just not think about them as people. If you just think of this person as something bad, evil, it takes out the humanity of the situation and you can go about your day and not worry.
But actually trying to understand someone is where the true courage and strength are. Because you are totally overcoming your own hurt, betrayal, or whatever it is that they did to you to see the good they do for others. We all get hurt in a minor or major way in life. And people are generally the cause of it. But I can't sit here and say I've never hurt anyone before. I'm sure there are people out there who just see me as an evil spirited soulless thing. And that's okay. Because it is those people who will live life ignorant of what is really going on. I try to do good, as does everyone else. But we can't possibly make the entire world happy.
I just want everyone to realize the effect they have when they decide that they truly hate someone. You don't hate them. You may not like them because of something. But you don't hate them. You just don't want to understand them for whatever reason. Maybe you're scared, or embarrassed, or upset and you just want to be upset instead of wanting to be happy.
The world is not as black and white as everyone wants it to be. Trust me, things would be easier if it were. But we are in 2011. There are no demon children. There are no witches with only the intention to destroy. And people are all equal.
That's basically all I want to say. Shanksss
Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
GTL
GTL. G=Gym, T=Tan, L=Laundry.
Got it from Jersey Shore. Flipping awesome show.
Well my life doesn't really include tanning since I ain't got money for that. But anywhoo
So I sort of have forgotten about my blog. I haven't been like extremely busy, just absent-minded I suppose.
So I'm so sorry for leaving everyone (like the 3 people that read this) hanging like that.
Headaches lately have been on the downlow. My doctors figured it was me having a bad side effect to my new birth control( some people may think I might be getting to personal at this point but I have no shame and birth control is a way of life these days). So now I'm off the old birth control and waiting for all the hormones to clear out of my system so I can get rid of these damn headaches that could my life as I know it and then start something new and hopefully not as painful.
I've recently started this new thing that I hear people talk about called "working out". It's a weird concept and not something easily done but I've started to get the hang of it. Every night I go on the elliptical for about 25-45 minutes depending on how I've been feeling and then every other night I add the treadmill to it where I run for about a mile, sprint like 1/3 of a mile and then walk uphill for 5-10 minutes. I know that for the best work out, you're suppose to alternate days with cardio and strength but I just like running, so that is what I'm going to stick to. If I could I'd just do the treadmill everyday for like 5 miles, but it hurts my gosh dang stupid knees and the pansy elliptical is where I hang out.
I also have become a big sister for big brothers big sisters. Since my life has been pretty boring and uneventful, I looked for some volunteer programs. So now I'm a big sister and that only requires an hour of my time once a week and it's not so bad. To be honest I don't really feel like I'm doing much of volunteering, so I wouldn't mind something that sort of made more of a difference, but I'll settle for now.
I had a job interview for a pizza hut in the area. I sent in my resume, went in for a interview, talked for about 3 minutes in the interview and then left, and she said she'd call me back and she has not. Rejected. Sooooo I'm still unemployed. Living the life. Poor. Alone. Whatever. I'm stillll looking.
There still is not much excitement in my life to really blog about. School is okay. I'm in economics and I feel like I'm drowning and not really holding up but right before every exam I study my booty off and manage to get about a B. So that's not so bad. Math is still dumb, but it's getting harder and god know's I love me a challenge. I've realized that I'm too advanced for my French class. Well it's either that, or half the kids in that class scored a whole lot higher on their placement test than they really should have. I'm not trying to cocky, but it's just a fact. My level is higher than theirs, and I feel bad for my teacher.
I have this problem. I like to read. No, I LOVE to read. And I wish I could say I'm some sort of sophisticated intellectual who reads classics and biographies and books that really mean something. But I'm a total teenage girl. I like to read my fictional teen novels that usually have absurb unrealistic story lines, but maybe that's why I like it. It's my sad pathetic guilty pleasure. I got a library card for the local library so I can get all the totally girly and pathetic books I want. And I do. I have a stack of them that I read all of in about a week and return them only to find another stack waiting for me to pick up. It is THE life. I love it. The only problem however, other than the fact that I'm a total freak, is that I have books I need to read for my history class that just never sound as exciting as the books I want to read from my stack. So getting my reading prioritized is a big difficulty I'm currently facing.
And the last book we had to read was a book about Eva Peron and her message right before she died. I didn't read the entire thing because I will say this, Eva Peron was not one for public speaking. She doesn't have about any of the key qualities every politician should, which is probably why I can say she was not a very good person in the political world. She had one connection, her husband. And everything she knew about politics was something that her husband had told her. And she thought she was so right and righteous to do whatever she felt was the right thing. Don't get me wrong, their work for the lower class was amazing and generous. But in the book, all she talks about is how much in love she was with her husband (I don't doubt) and then she just keeps mentioning how there are so many bad guys in the world and so many bad people who were against her and her husband when they were doing nothing but good.
I just feel that when you're on your deathbed, the last thing you really feel like doing is lying some more. I just feel like it should be like, hey I'm dying, I don't get a flying fuck anymore, so I'm not going to sit here and defend myself and continue to cover-up my mistakes. But Evita was not like that. She wanted to be someone everyone remembered. She was trying to stay popular for the rest of eternity I suppose. I'm not saying it's bad or good, just not the direction I would have gone in.
Oh, for people who don't know much about Eva Peron, she was the wife of Juan Peron who was the president of Argentina around the 1950's. Eva was from a poor family and had tried to become an actress and then met this big old political guy named Juan and yada yada fell in love and then Eva basically put herself in a lot of political issues and didn't know all that much about what the issues were.
I think the things she did right were encouraging women rights and helping the poor. But I feel like she was bitter towards people who were in upper class just because they were in upper class.
Whatever enough about Evita.
Back to me working out. I've heard and learned before that it helps you feel like as tired or lazy when you work out more. But since I've started, all I want to do is sleep. I can never get up early. I'm sore. Tired. And just feel like sitting around more than before. I seriously am just one messed up person.
OH by the way. For halloween, I went home to Madison for Freakfest. I was Britney Spears of course. And I was afraid that in my red catsuit people would not know that I was Britney. But so many people did. I was so relieved and happy and it was freaking awesome. Best costume ever. Next year I'm going to be Britney from her VMA Slave 4 U performance with the snake. That is, assuming that running will get my body into shape so I can look hot and not like a nasty crust in that outfit. I got time though.
Okay so it's a beautiful Saturday and I'm going to go find a life. Or watch some more Chuck. Oh I have to mention that. I've been watching Chuck, this show, and I freaking love it. Maybe I'll just become a CIA secret spy. How freaking awesome would that be!? I'd work that job to the core.
okay now I must really leave
latess
Got it from Jersey Shore. Flipping awesome show.
Well my life doesn't really include tanning since I ain't got money for that. But anywhoo
So I sort of have forgotten about my blog. I haven't been like extremely busy, just absent-minded I suppose.
So I'm so sorry for leaving everyone (like the 3 people that read this) hanging like that.
Headaches lately have been on the downlow. My doctors figured it was me having a bad side effect to my new birth control( some people may think I might be getting to personal at this point but I have no shame and birth control is a way of life these days). So now I'm off the old birth control and waiting for all the hormones to clear out of my system so I can get rid of these damn headaches that could my life as I know it and then start something new and hopefully not as painful.
I've recently started this new thing that I hear people talk about called "working out". It's a weird concept and not something easily done but I've started to get the hang of it. Every night I go on the elliptical for about 25-45 minutes depending on how I've been feeling and then every other night I add the treadmill to it where I run for about a mile, sprint like 1/3 of a mile and then walk uphill for 5-10 minutes. I know that for the best work out, you're suppose to alternate days with cardio and strength but I just like running, so that is what I'm going to stick to. If I could I'd just do the treadmill everyday for like 5 miles, but it hurts my gosh dang stupid knees and the pansy elliptical is where I hang out.
I also have become a big sister for big brothers big sisters. Since my life has been pretty boring and uneventful, I looked for some volunteer programs. So now I'm a big sister and that only requires an hour of my time once a week and it's not so bad. To be honest I don't really feel like I'm doing much of volunteering, so I wouldn't mind something that sort of made more of a difference, but I'll settle for now.
I had a job interview for a pizza hut in the area. I sent in my resume, went in for a interview, talked for about 3 minutes in the interview and then left, and she said she'd call me back and she has not. Rejected. Sooooo I'm still unemployed. Living the life. Poor. Alone. Whatever. I'm stillll looking.
There still is not much excitement in my life to really blog about. School is okay. I'm in economics and I feel like I'm drowning and not really holding up but right before every exam I study my booty off and manage to get about a B. So that's not so bad. Math is still dumb, but it's getting harder and god know's I love me a challenge. I've realized that I'm too advanced for my French class. Well it's either that, or half the kids in that class scored a whole lot higher on their placement test than they really should have. I'm not trying to cocky, but it's just a fact. My level is higher than theirs, and I feel bad for my teacher.
I have this problem. I like to read. No, I LOVE to read. And I wish I could say I'm some sort of sophisticated intellectual who reads classics and biographies and books that really mean something. But I'm a total teenage girl. I like to read my fictional teen novels that usually have absurb unrealistic story lines, but maybe that's why I like it. It's my sad pathetic guilty pleasure. I got a library card for the local library so I can get all the totally girly and pathetic books I want. And I do. I have a stack of them that I read all of in about a week and return them only to find another stack waiting for me to pick up. It is THE life. I love it. The only problem however, other than the fact that I'm a total freak, is that I have books I need to read for my history class that just never sound as exciting as the books I want to read from my stack. So getting my reading prioritized is a big difficulty I'm currently facing.
And the last book we had to read was a book about Eva Peron and her message right before she died. I didn't read the entire thing because I will say this, Eva Peron was not one for public speaking. She doesn't have about any of the key qualities every politician should, which is probably why I can say she was not a very good person in the political world. She had one connection, her husband. And everything she knew about politics was something that her husband had told her. And she thought she was so right and righteous to do whatever she felt was the right thing. Don't get me wrong, their work for the lower class was amazing and generous. But in the book, all she talks about is how much in love she was with her husband (I don't doubt) and then she just keeps mentioning how there are so many bad guys in the world and so many bad people who were against her and her husband when they were doing nothing but good.
I just feel that when you're on your deathbed, the last thing you really feel like doing is lying some more. I just feel like it should be like, hey I'm dying, I don't get a flying fuck anymore, so I'm not going to sit here and defend myself and continue to cover-up my mistakes. But Evita was not like that. She wanted to be someone everyone remembered. She was trying to stay popular for the rest of eternity I suppose. I'm not saying it's bad or good, just not the direction I would have gone in.
Oh, for people who don't know much about Eva Peron, she was the wife of Juan Peron who was the president of Argentina around the 1950's. Eva was from a poor family and had tried to become an actress and then met this big old political guy named Juan and yada yada fell in love and then Eva basically put herself in a lot of political issues and didn't know all that much about what the issues were.
I think the things she did right were encouraging women rights and helping the poor. But I feel like she was bitter towards people who were in upper class just because they were in upper class.
Whatever enough about Evita.
Back to me working out. I've heard and learned before that it helps you feel like as tired or lazy when you work out more. But since I've started, all I want to do is sleep. I can never get up early. I'm sore. Tired. And just feel like sitting around more than before. I seriously am just one messed up person.
OH by the way. For halloween, I went home to Madison for Freakfest. I was Britney Spears of course. And I was afraid that in my red catsuit people would not know that I was Britney. But so many people did. I was so relieved and happy and it was freaking awesome. Best costume ever. Next year I'm going to be Britney from her VMA Slave 4 U performance with the snake. That is, assuming that running will get my body into shape so I can look hot and not like a nasty crust in that outfit. I got time though.
Okay so it's a beautiful Saturday and I'm going to go find a life. Or watch some more Chuck. Oh I have to mention that. I've been watching Chuck, this show, and I freaking love it. Maybe I'll just become a CIA secret spy. How freaking awesome would that be!? I'd work that job to the core.
okay now I must really leave
latess
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