i'm reading all of these people's blogs, right, trying to catch up, see if i missed anything going on in someone's life. i realized this: one person has just had a baby, three never post anymore, two are hilarious, one is an actual life, and one talks about true real things and opinions. i like to think my blog has these elements in it. but that's not the point of today *refers to title* this is *refers to title again because first reference was not good enough since it shaves monkeys on the long side of the Grand canyon*
i'm sick of people calling themselves "crazy" or "weird". unless you live in a 3 foot deep cave in the middle of the Gobi desert and are singing "we are family" while pretending to be all of the members of sister sledge,then you are just as normal as everybody else. yes, kelsie and chynna, this refers to us, me, you. every single person has their eccentricities. some are obsessed with their tv shows, some with their morbid collections. and that's the beauty of it.
i'm sitting here and i'm thinking about this, and that's what i come up with: that's the beauty of it. everyone can be as 'weird" as they want to be, but they're still the same as the next guy. stuffy business man and angry-punk kid sit next to eachother on a bus, might try to strike up a conversation, but then again, might not. COMPLETELY AVERAGE, EITHER WAY. some people talk to strangers, some are just polite, some are flat-out rude, and some just ignore eachother. everybody does it. no matter who you are, everybody has the same reactions.
i've decided i'm going to change that. i'm going to actually think before i...wait, no, nevermind. screw it. i will never think before i talk. never!!! but i still think that everybody's the same.
i wrote in a paper for lang. arts that the only difference between today and 100 years ago is that instead of farmers having all of the power, lawyers do. i think i'm still right, because that is the only difference. people have, and always will be, exactly like one another, whether they like it or not. so quit complaining about how nobody "gets" you or you're just too "out there" to be understood.
and smile.that idiot over there's got french's on his shirt.
4 comments:
You are cool. And I'm going to tell you that I played Cecily Cardew in the play. It was cool, sorry it took me so long to tell you. January is a crap month for me. Exams and stuff. question: which is my blog in the 8 you described in your first paragraph?
you are cool. I played Cecily Cardew in the play, and it was a lot of fun. Which blog am I, in the 8 you mentoned at the beginning of this post?
You know... that's very coincidiantal (stupid spelling!)
The other day Maggie was trying to get on Katies nerves, and kept calling her weird. And Katie said something along the lines of
"You know what? I don't care. We're all weird in our special little ways."
And I agree wholly with both of you!
i believe that you are the one with the real life. either that or the real opinions. you apply to both, though. and thanks.
kelsie, i forgot what you said already because we are having spaghetti, and you know how i am with spaghetti.
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