Ahh, rumors. One of the essentials to being in high school. Whether they’re about you, a friend, an enemy, people just can’t seem to get enough of that juicy gossip that may or may not be true. And why should they care if it is or isn’t? It’s scandalous and dirty and that’s really all that matters.
The thing about people is that they need some sense of excitement. They work all day, and sleep all night, then do the same thing over again for a week. What could possibly serve as some form of entertainment? Then one day someone over hears Jenny’s having an affair, or Martha’s hiding the fact that she’s pregnant because her stomach is getting a little bigger. And pretty soon it makes its way to the entire workplace or school. And by the time it reaches their own ears, it sounds something more like “Martha slept with Jenny’s husband and is now pregnant but isn’t telling anyone, then having the baby in guam and selling it for extra cash so they can elope to Nevada”.
And just like that, everyone’s view on Martha becomes twisted. She is no longer the friendly co-worker, but a husband stealing baby selling home wrecker. And she’s left puzzled, when she’s not even pregnant and has just been eating a little too many donuts.
Yes, I’ve had a fair share of rumors spread about me and the occasional cowardly “blocked number” calls and messages left on my phone. But who hasn’t? People love to talk. And what are you gonna do? Telling them it isn’t true won’t stop anything. Even if someone doesn’t have a smudge of written proof, or a picture, or a video, or even knowledge of when or how the so-called rumor occurred, it won’t stop them from rolling their eyes and telling the next person they see. You gotta love gossip.
Monday, September 28, 2009
The Obamas' Pup
Hmm... what to write, what to write.
Today's Yom Kippur. The Jewish holiday in which we must starve ourselves for 24 hours in order to show repentance…or something. Personally, I don’t see the point. I believe in God and all but why should we have to not eat or shower or drink or use electricity, to show we’re sorry for what we’ve done this past year? Maybe it’s to test us.
I think the bible and the Torah are just big books of morals. They’re just stories written to teach us lessons and stuff about life. So for those who say that it’s physically impossible to split the sea;….duh. It’s just a symbol for a lesson about freedom. Where would we be without these morals or teachings? Eh, it’s not like we’d be anywhere further than where we are now.
Anyway, I could do perfectly fine asking for forgiveness without being on the verge of fainting. It might be a discipline thing. Like, “If you’re really that sorry than show me” kinda thing. Eh who knows? I don’t know the mysteries behind religion.
What I don’t get is how people can kill or start a war based on religion. How can someone possibly take one’s life away because they believe in something different? How can a guy blow up a bus because those people don’t practice the same religion he does? That just goes to show how ignorant and hateful society is.
All it is nowadays is violence, publicity, and war. Well war could fall under violence. But think about it; I see president Obama more on People Magazine covers, talking about what dog to get his daughters, than I do seeing him at meetings and actually doing something. And the scary part is, people don’t care.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for having a black prez. It’s awesome that it finally happened, but all people care about is the media. You hear more about Khloe Kardashian’s wedding than you do about healthcare or what Obama will do to help the nation. You see more of Michelle Obama’s stylish outfits than her contribution to the White House. And it’s not her fault; she’s probably doing a lot. But it seems like now, nobody cares enough to talk about it and no magazines want to publish that. Cause of course- it’s not entertaining. They’ll just keep posting updates on what puppy the Obama family decides to get.
Today's Yom Kippur. The Jewish holiday in which we must starve ourselves for 24 hours in order to show repentance…or something. Personally, I don’t see the point. I believe in God and all but why should we have to not eat or shower or drink or use electricity, to show we’re sorry for what we’ve done this past year? Maybe it’s to test us.
I think the bible and the Torah are just big books of morals. They’re just stories written to teach us lessons and stuff about life. So for those who say that it’s physically impossible to split the sea;….duh. It’s just a symbol for a lesson about freedom. Where would we be without these morals or teachings? Eh, it’s not like we’d be anywhere further than where we are now.
Anyway, I could do perfectly fine asking for forgiveness without being on the verge of fainting. It might be a discipline thing. Like, “If you’re really that sorry than show me” kinda thing. Eh who knows? I don’t know the mysteries behind religion.
What I don’t get is how people can kill or start a war based on religion. How can someone possibly take one’s life away because they believe in something different? How can a guy blow up a bus because those people don’t practice the same religion he does? That just goes to show how ignorant and hateful society is.
All it is nowadays is violence, publicity, and war. Well war could fall under violence. But think about it; I see president Obama more on People Magazine covers, talking about what dog to get his daughters, than I do seeing him at meetings and actually doing something. And the scary part is, people don’t care.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for having a black prez. It’s awesome that it finally happened, but all people care about is the media. You hear more about Khloe Kardashian’s wedding than you do about healthcare or what Obama will do to help the nation. You see more of Michelle Obama’s stylish outfits than her contribution to the White House. And it’s not her fault; she’s probably doing a lot. But it seems like now, nobody cares enough to talk about it and no magazines want to publish that. Cause of course- it’s not entertaining. They’ll just keep posting updates on what puppy the Obama family decides to get.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Brains Aren't Beautiful
It always happens like this. You get the best ideas to write down when you’re left without any materials, but once you get a notebook full of blank paper and a sharpened pencil, your mind goes . You have no idea what you want to pour out of your mind and onto a bunch of dead trees, so you sit frustrated as you ponder and ponder hopelessly waiting for something- anything, to come up in that noggin of yours.
I wonder what life would be like if we used 100% of our brains. I mean we only use what, 10%? Would we be able to read minds? Figure out the answer to life? Move things without touching them?
I think we wouldn’t even be humans anymore. Isn’t the beauty of life learning, and not knowing every answer? Being able to do and figure out everything isn’t living. It’s suicide. Where’s the fun in that? Where’s the mystery? If we had the capability then what would even be the point of being here? But there wouldn’t be any journeys, explorations, experiments, nothing. Man, there were a lot of rhetorical questions.
I read in this psychology book “A Road Less Traveled”, that people who ignore death and the whole mystery behind it don’t live their lives to the fullest potiential. He gave this example:
People working in an office. They don’t really do much most of the time if they have all the time to do it. But once you give them a deadline, they work like hell to get their stuff done. They try to fit in every little thing before that deadline. And that’s exactly what death is- a deadline.
What would our purpose even be if we were here forever? If life didn’t end there would be no such thing as rush, impulse, risks. They wouldn’t exist without that deadline. So technically, death is really what keeps us going; not life.
I wonder what life would be like if we used 100% of our brains. I mean we only use what, 10%? Would we be able to read minds? Figure out the answer to life? Move things without touching them?
I think we wouldn’t even be humans anymore. Isn’t the beauty of life learning, and not knowing every answer? Being able to do and figure out everything isn’t living. It’s suicide. Where’s the fun in that? Where’s the mystery? If we had the capability then what would even be the point of being here? But there wouldn’t be any journeys, explorations, experiments, nothing. Man, there were a lot of rhetorical questions.
I read in this psychology book “A Road Less Traveled”, that people who ignore death and the whole mystery behind it don’t live their lives to the fullest potiential. He gave this example:
People working in an office. They don’t really do much most of the time if they have all the time to do it. But once you give them a deadline, they work like hell to get their stuff done. They try to fit in every little thing before that deadline. And that’s exactly what death is- a deadline.
What would our purpose even be if we were here forever? If life didn’t end there would be no such thing as rush, impulse, risks. They wouldn’t exist without that deadline. So technically, death is really what keeps us going; not life.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Call Me Crazy
If we could all fly, we’d wish to be able to walk.
We’d wish to feel the dirt in between our toes and the grass underneath our feet.
It’s just human nature; we all want what we cannot have.
I know that my biggest wish is to fly. Why? Because I can’t. It simply defies reality and the law of gravity; which fascinates me. It gives me a sense of mysterious hope, which is why I crave the feeling. I want nothing more than to feel the wind in my hair and nothing but air underneath and around me. The feeling of floating and feeling so liberated instead of confined to this, dare I say it, ground.
As much as I hate ground and stability, the truth is, I can’t live without it. Most of us can’t. How could we live without something to always come back to? Whether it’s your home, your family, your hobby. Everyone needs a sense of solidity in their lives. Or else we’d all be crazy.
Ugh that word, “crazy”. What does it even mean? Aren’t we all crazy? Even normal people are crazy. Especially for being something as horrid as ordinary. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t picture my life to be simple. I don’t want the perfect family or the routine days, the ideal husband. Psh. Who does? Who wants to wake up in the morning, already knowing what they're going to do or have? Not me.
However, some people cringe at the thought of a broken life. All they do is strive for a solid, faultless life. They want nothing more than to have that picture perfect family. But that comes later in life. After adolescence takes its toll on our mind.
Aren’t we all just wishing for some way of self destruction? After all, we are teenagers. That’s all we do; complicate things. And we complicate them in a way that somehow always screws us over in the end. And how can you blame us? Without it, our life would be nothing more than slow, boring, and routine. And just the thought of that makes me shiver.
We’d wish to feel the dirt in between our toes and the grass underneath our feet.
It’s just human nature; we all want what we cannot have.
I know that my biggest wish is to fly. Why? Because I can’t. It simply defies reality and the law of gravity; which fascinates me. It gives me a sense of mysterious hope, which is why I crave the feeling. I want nothing more than to feel the wind in my hair and nothing but air underneath and around me. The feeling of floating and feeling so liberated instead of confined to this, dare I say it, ground.
As much as I hate ground and stability, the truth is, I can’t live without it. Most of us can’t. How could we live without something to always come back to? Whether it’s your home, your family, your hobby. Everyone needs a sense of solidity in their lives. Or else we’d all be crazy.
Ugh that word, “crazy”. What does it even mean? Aren’t we all crazy? Even normal people are crazy. Especially for being something as horrid as ordinary. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t picture my life to be simple. I don’t want the perfect family or the routine days, the ideal husband. Psh. Who does? Who wants to wake up in the morning, already knowing what they're going to do or have? Not me.
However, some people cringe at the thought of a broken life. All they do is strive for a solid, faultless life. They want nothing more than to have that picture perfect family. But that comes later in life. After adolescence takes its toll on our mind.
Aren’t we all just wishing for some way of self destruction? After all, we are teenagers. That’s all we do; complicate things. And we complicate them in a way that somehow always screws us over in the end. And how can you blame us? Without it, our life would be nothing more than slow, boring, and routine. And just the thought of that makes me shiver.
Love Shmove.
I hate that stupid shit, love.I hate memories, I hate moving on, I hate letting go.Going through all of it. Can someone please tell me, what’s the point? All it does is traumatize. No wonder people are so afraid to fall in love. It’s possibly the worst emotion we are capable of feeling or giving. Because once it’s gone, you just wanna rip your hair out and cry or crawl under a rock and never get out from under it. Finding old notes you wrote to them, having those stupid glimpses, seeing couples holding hands and being reminded of the warm ones that never left yours.
Love is such a vague word. No one knows what it is, and yet the term gets thrown around like it’s nothing. Love has 398587 different meanings. People say it to acquaintances everyday, to friends they barely know. To boyfriends and girlfriends they’ve known for a week, and break up after a week. I personally hate it. It can drive a person mad, to the point where they can’t even function anymore. To the point where they would turn down every person in the world if it meant saving themselves from love. I finally get the cliché saying: “love is a drug”. I finally see it. See, when you have it, you feel like you’re on top of the world, like nothing can stop you. The best feeling in the world. But when it’s gone, you’re miserable. Like you can’t live without it, and you don’t even want to think how you would. And if you’ve never had it before, you just crave the feeling, wishing you could just have it even for a second. Curiosity’s a bitch.
Pre-love; that’s all giggles and warm fuzzy feelings. The way your face just lifts up when you receive a message from them, how anything they say sounds better than anything in the whole world. Suddenly the music they listen to is the only music you have in your head. And before you know it, you can’t stop thinking about them for a second. Every little thing reminds you of them and those cute things they do and say to you. You want to spend every second with them, maybe the rest of your life. Even if you’re only fifteen.
Post-love; that’s when the fights start, when everything they say is just so mean and shitty and you wish they weren’t so oblivious to your emotions. Communication becomes mission impossible. It’s when they stop caring or making an effort. When suddenly everything they do gets on your nerves. Every little thing reminds you of them and all those times you cried and felt miserable. And all you want is to just go back to that time when everything was perfect and beautiful, but it’s impossible.
It’s too late. Everything’s done. Even weeks later you want to tackle any girl who even looks or talks to him, who brushes their hand on his shoulder and laughs. But you can’t. They aren’t yours anymore. Not your baby, or snookems, or whatever. You love them so much you hate them. Even the sound of their name makes your stomach churn. And it all drives you insane because as much as you loathe that person, you want nothing more than to just be with them and hold their hand and tell them everything’s going to be okay.
Love is such a vague word. No one knows what it is, and yet the term gets thrown around like it’s nothing. Love has 398587 different meanings. People say it to acquaintances everyday, to friends they barely know. To boyfriends and girlfriends they’ve known for a week, and break up after a week. I personally hate it. It can drive a person mad, to the point where they can’t even function anymore. To the point where they would turn down every person in the world if it meant saving themselves from love. I finally get the cliché saying: “love is a drug”. I finally see it. See, when you have it, you feel like you’re on top of the world, like nothing can stop you. The best feeling in the world. But when it’s gone, you’re miserable. Like you can’t live without it, and you don’t even want to think how you would. And if you’ve never had it before, you just crave the feeling, wishing you could just have it even for a second. Curiosity’s a bitch.
Pre-love; that’s all giggles and warm fuzzy feelings. The way your face just lifts up when you receive a message from them, how anything they say sounds better than anything in the whole world. Suddenly the music they listen to is the only music you have in your head. And before you know it, you can’t stop thinking about them for a second. Every little thing reminds you of them and those cute things they do and say to you. You want to spend every second with them, maybe the rest of your life. Even if you’re only fifteen.
Post-love; that’s when the fights start, when everything they say is just so mean and shitty and you wish they weren’t so oblivious to your emotions. Communication becomes mission impossible. It’s when they stop caring or making an effort. When suddenly everything they do gets on your nerves. Every little thing reminds you of them and all those times you cried and felt miserable. And all you want is to just go back to that time when everything was perfect and beautiful, but it’s impossible.
It’s too late. Everything’s done. Even weeks later you want to tackle any girl who even looks or talks to him, who brushes their hand on his shoulder and laughs. But you can’t. They aren’t yours anymore. Not your baby, or snookems, or whatever. You love them so much you hate them. Even the sound of their name makes your stomach churn. And it all drives you insane because as much as you loathe that person, you want nothing more than to just be with them and hold their hand and tell them everything’s going to be okay.
MJ's Therapist
this is me trying to be a psychologist.
alllllrightie.i basically just finished watching "Life With Michael Jackson"that documentary made by that asshole british writer, have you seen it?if you havent, he basically talks about everything thats happend in his life.
he stated that his dad abused the shit out of him. him and his brothers would rehearse and his dad would have a belt in his hand, ready to whip anyone who messed up.
his dad would call him ugly, and would make fun of his acne and his nose, and when he was a child he basically didnt get to live...not to mention he was in the spotlight 24/7.
he would be recording while kids outside played. if you ask me, thats prettttty scarring for a childhood. basically not getting to be... a child. which is necessary for your later life, no?
then i watched him play with this arcade machine, and it was probably the sweetest, purest thing ive ever seen.he was just so...innocent. like a little kid. he didnt even listen to what the interviewer was saying. he was playing his toy as if he was no older than a 5 year old. and i strongly believe that he did not sexually abuse any kid. if you think about it; he never had a childhood. he didnt get to be a kid. always working and being in the spotlight.
hes obsessed with children because he never got to be one.so he surrounds himself with the image he wish he could have had. he says that children make him happy, and theyre his inspiration. he said he'd die without their existence.and he said that the world just needs more love.this man was pleading to the interviewer, saying he didnt see anything wrong with sharing a room with a kid. he just wanted to share his love, and said that the whole world should be like that.and even though some of his actions may be a little...amplified, i truly believe that hes just an innocent child. and he's really just trying to be a kid. kids have sleepovers with each other. but he just doesnt see that its "wrong" because he sees himself as a child. no one really sees it from his point of view. if you think about it...why would he be sexually molesting these children?
i mean, after what his dad did to him and his brothers, he vowed never to lay a hand on any child. and why would he get along better with adults? the only one who was around in his life, hurt him all the time, and didnt even allow him to call him "dad". anyone who calls him a pedophile is just ignorant. there is no proof. those kids could just be lying. their mothers could have told them to state some bullshit to get money.after all, he did invite underprivileged children to his Neverland ranch. im not saying its not true, maybe he did. maybe i'm wrong and he is a child molester.but after watching that whole thing, i just saw this kid. innocent and pure, and who just wanted to live out the childhood he never had. if you havent seen the documentary, i recommend you do... you'll get what i'm sezzin.
alllllrightie.i basically just finished watching "Life With Michael Jackson"that documentary made by that asshole british writer, have you seen it?if you havent, he basically talks about everything thats happend in his life.
he stated that his dad abused the shit out of him. him and his brothers would rehearse and his dad would have a belt in his hand, ready to whip anyone who messed up.
his dad would call him ugly, and would make fun of his acne and his nose, and when he was a child he basically didnt get to live...not to mention he was in the spotlight 24/7.
he would be recording while kids outside played. if you ask me, thats prettttty scarring for a childhood. basically not getting to be... a child. which is necessary for your later life, no?
then i watched him play with this arcade machine, and it was probably the sweetest, purest thing ive ever seen.he was just so...innocent. like a little kid. he didnt even listen to what the interviewer was saying. he was playing his toy as if he was no older than a 5 year old. and i strongly believe that he did not sexually abuse any kid. if you think about it; he never had a childhood. he didnt get to be a kid. always working and being in the spotlight.
hes obsessed with children because he never got to be one.so he surrounds himself with the image he wish he could have had. he says that children make him happy, and theyre his inspiration. he said he'd die without their existence.and he said that the world just needs more love.this man was pleading to the interviewer, saying he didnt see anything wrong with sharing a room with a kid. he just wanted to share his love, and said that the whole world should be like that.and even though some of his actions may be a little...amplified, i truly believe that hes just an innocent child. and he's really just trying to be a kid. kids have sleepovers with each other. but he just doesnt see that its "wrong" because he sees himself as a child. no one really sees it from his point of view. if you think about it...why would he be sexually molesting these children?
i mean, after what his dad did to him and his brothers, he vowed never to lay a hand on any child. and why would he get along better with adults? the only one who was around in his life, hurt him all the time, and didnt even allow him to call him "dad". anyone who calls him a pedophile is just ignorant. there is no proof. those kids could just be lying. their mothers could have told them to state some bullshit to get money.after all, he did invite underprivileged children to his Neverland ranch. im not saying its not true, maybe he did. maybe i'm wrong and he is a child molester.but after watching that whole thing, i just saw this kid. innocent and pure, and who just wanted to live out the childhood he never had. if you havent seen the documentary, i recommend you do... you'll get what i'm sezzin.
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