I don't get love. I don't think that anybody really does, for that matter. Why do we put ourselves out there agaian and again, only to get hurt? After the first time, why don't we just quit, and spend the rest of our lives floating in our careers, or some other fields in our lives?
I guess that's why Ben and Jerry's is doing so well. Have you ever noticed that when you break up with someone, especially someone whose been in your life for years, and/or made an imprint on your life, you feel like complete crap, and walk around like a zombie for days on end? Is that healthy, because every woman on the face on the planet does it? I don't get it why we go back for more, when we could just live on and do more porductive things.
Like all things, love has one goal. Eternal happiness. To be happy with somone, and not to be lonely. To be able to say, that no matter what, you have someone there to make you feel better when you feel sad, when you feel like you want to express your love to them, you express it in the way that you know best.
But what if you get that love from someone else? Friends. Family. Your puppy. The list goes on and on. A relationship, it seems nowadays, is the only key thing to find love, when really it is all around you. I guess we should stop searching for this special thing that we all crave, and just start floating, because to ride with the current always leads us to dry land whenever your lost.
I guess maybe all of us, myself included, need to sit back, relax, and just float.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Dude, get the picture.
Ever have that one guy who can't get the picture that you're not interested? Aren't they annoying? You're told to ignore them, but yet you feel bad. Wierd combo, huh? They annoy you, and all you want to tell them to leave you the hell alone, but yet you feel bad in doing so. Is there a nicer, easier solution, also known as "letting them down easy"?
Maybe if you gradually make yourself busy. Of course, I've been rejected millions of times. It stung for a bit, but then you just get back up, dust yourself off and ride that horse once more. Love is like a battlefield, you know. You can never stay hurt or wounded forever.
I guess everyone will get their share of rejection. Not everything is a fairytale, or a chick flick movie scene. Nothing goes perfect, because after all, this isn't a script from someone's mind. This is life. It can be better than a movie, but itt can be worse. It's life, so therefore it's real.
I hate to be the one to tell you this, especially over a blog entry. I don't want that whole he/she said thing, so I'm just going to keep it simple. I don't like you. Maybe as a friend, but not a good friend. I wish you'd stop talking to me about how I'm so apealing and sexy to you. Or about the weather. Or hurting the damn groundhog. No. Just no. Stay classy, bro, and maybe you can get a girl. Or you can just shut up. Either option is fine with me,
Maybe if you gradually make yourself busy. Of course, I've been rejected millions of times. It stung for a bit, but then you just get back up, dust yourself off and ride that horse once more. Love is like a battlefield, you know. You can never stay hurt or wounded forever.
I guess everyone will get their share of rejection. Not everything is a fairytale, or a chick flick movie scene. Nothing goes perfect, because after all, this isn't a script from someone's mind. This is life. It can be better than a movie, but itt can be worse. It's life, so therefore it's real.
I hate to be the one to tell you this, especially over a blog entry. I don't want that whole he/she said thing, so I'm just going to keep it simple. I don't like you. Maybe as a friend, but not a good friend. I wish you'd stop talking to me about how I'm so apealing and sexy to you. Or about the weather. Or hurting the damn groundhog. No. Just no. Stay classy, bro, and maybe you can get a girl. Or you can just shut up. Either option is fine with me,
Friday, February 4, 2011
What is it for?
Love is one of the most strangest emotions of all time. It makes us weak, when the person of interest is gone, and strong when you have that special someone with you, and you'll know that you will never be alone.
I ask, what is it for? All of the jars of Ben and Jerry's? The crying? The feeling like no one gets what you are feeling at this exact moment in time. All you want to do is cry until you dry up of all water, and feel nothing but pure sadness.
Is there a common goal in this love game? Is there one thing we want to win, no matter how many times we want to lose?
I don't get it. And, maybe, just maybe, I don't want to. Let me figure out what the common goal is.
I ask, what is it for? All of the jars of Ben and Jerry's? The crying? The feeling like no one gets what you are feeling at this exact moment in time. All you want to do is cry until you dry up of all water, and feel nothing but pure sadness.
Is there a common goal in this love game? Is there one thing we want to win, no matter how many times we want to lose?
I don't get it. And, maybe, just maybe, I don't want to. Let me figure out what the common goal is.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
To someone...
I never thought I would be at loss to say something to someone in person. I guess, the best thing to do is to write what I feel about someone here. If this gets too wierd, I guess you can just say I'm crazy. But, then again, I already am.
You know who you are, if you are reading this. Your the one who I spend my lunch hours with, the one who knows how to make me smile when I feel sad, the one who helps me with my math homework. The one who has greenish eyes, (i think), and is a lot taller than I will ever be. The one who would listen to me hours on end talk about my ex-boyfriend who shouldn't be crossing my mind anymore. And he doesn't even cross my mind, most of the time now that I have this person in my life.
I guess somehow, I had delevloped feelings for this person, the first time I had ever felt anything, well since I had last gotton my heart broken. I had made things obivous, either with my big mouth, or a friends, and for that I am a fool, an idiot with a big mouth who can never keep a secert to herself for longer than a week. I know that by"telling the world" isn't their style, and I realize I am pushing them into something I know they don't want.
To this person I'm writing about, I know you will never read this, but I am sorry for all of the games that I have played with your mind, and your heart. I realize that I am pushing you into something that I know you don't want, and for that, I am sorry. I guess that's what I had interpretted by what you were saying all of those times during lunch. I guess my interpretation of everything was wrong. I guess that in the end, I was the one that would get hurt, the one with the big mouth, the one who can never get anything right.. I want to be your friend, and I understand that's all I ever will be to you. It takes time, but I know these crazy feelings will go away. I am sorry if I had hurt you in any sort of way. I hope that sometime, along the line we can be just friends, good friends, I hope, because you are truely a great man. Someone who I trust, and will always be there for me. I guess if you know who you are while you read this, and are offended for this riduclous blog entry, I am sorry.
I guess that in the end, we all make mistakes, in love, life and basically anything. We're human, for heaven's sake. What I ask from you, is for you to forgive me for all of the ones that I have made with you.
You know who you are, if you are reading this. Your the one who I spend my lunch hours with, the one who knows how to make me smile when I feel sad, the one who helps me with my math homework. The one who has greenish eyes, (i think), and is a lot taller than I will ever be. The one who would listen to me hours on end talk about my ex-boyfriend who shouldn't be crossing my mind anymore. And he doesn't even cross my mind, most of the time now that I have this person in my life.
I guess somehow, I had delevloped feelings for this person, the first time I had ever felt anything, well since I had last gotton my heart broken. I had made things obivous, either with my big mouth, or a friends, and for that I am a fool, an idiot with a big mouth who can never keep a secert to herself for longer than a week. I know that by"telling the world" isn't their style, and I realize I am pushing them into something I know they don't want.
To this person I'm writing about, I know you will never read this, but I am sorry for all of the games that I have played with your mind, and your heart. I realize that I am pushing you into something that I know you don't want, and for that, I am sorry. I guess that's what I had interpretted by what you were saying all of those times during lunch. I guess my interpretation of everything was wrong. I guess that in the end, I was the one that would get hurt, the one with the big mouth, the one who can never get anything right.. I want to be your friend, and I understand that's all I ever will be to you. It takes time, but I know these crazy feelings will go away. I am sorry if I had hurt you in any sort of way. I hope that sometime, along the line we can be just friends, good friends, I hope, because you are truely a great man. Someone who I trust, and will always be there for me. I guess if you know who you are while you read this, and are offended for this riduclous blog entry, I am sorry.
I guess that in the end, we all make mistakes, in love, life and basically anything. We're human, for heaven's sake. What I ask from you, is for you to forgive me for all of the ones that I have made with you.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Make love, not war.
Religous differences. Everyone has them. We are all different, in many ways. From size, race, style, and of course, beliefs.
Religons are something with one common goal-afterlife. We all desire one thing, a happy life, after we are dead, or as some say as we move on to the next life. They all believe in worship of some sort, a higher power. Prayer to someone to give them strength, and faith. People including myself do that.
There is one thing about religon that I don't get. Killing people, destroying them because of their beliefs, is one of the most immoral things that have been occuring over time. Killing someone because they believe in something that you don't is one of the most stupidest, and sillist things on the face of the planet. The Nazi party basically killed because of someone's prejudices to the Jewish faith. The mormons, getting forced to move out west, because otherwise they would be killed. Why do people, especially the bystanders, let this happen. Are we human? Would you want someone shooting you for your thoughts? No, because it's unfair. It's bullying. How would you feel if someone said, i don't like you because you're whatever religon you are. What would you say to that? How would you feel? I take it, you won't like it very much. Therefore, we must make love, not war.
Religons are something with one common goal-afterlife. We all desire one thing, a happy life, after we are dead, or as some say as we move on to the next life. They all believe in worship of some sort, a higher power. Prayer to someone to give them strength, and faith. People including myself do that.
There is one thing about religon that I don't get. Killing people, destroying them because of their beliefs, is one of the most immoral things that have been occuring over time. Killing someone because they believe in something that you don't is one of the most stupidest, and sillist things on the face of the planet. The Nazi party basically killed because of someone's prejudices to the Jewish faith. The mormons, getting forced to move out west, because otherwise they would be killed. Why do people, especially the bystanders, let this happen. Are we human? Would you want someone shooting you for your thoughts? No, because it's unfair. It's bullying. How would you feel if someone said, i don't like you because you're whatever religon you are. What would you say to that? How would you feel? I take it, you won't like it very much. Therefore, we must make love, not war.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
People.
In life, there are people that come in and change our way of thinking, guide us, in the right direction, and don't give up on us. Those kind of people are like heaven sent, guardian angels, in a human form.
In my life, I have been blessed with many kinds of people, coming, and in the end usually going. One person that always remained consistant, is my grandfather.
Many people think it's wierd nowadays that I'm so close with my grandparents. After all, many kids in this generation, usually think of their grandparents as a twenty for christmas, and their birthday, living in a condo, or an retirement home. Some are unfortunate that their grandparents are deceased before they were even born.
I was a very lucky person, to get to know my grandfather. Everyday, my mother would have dropped me off at their house to spend my day there, because my mother being a recently divorced single mother, and had no other way of getting good child care.
My grandfather was an unselfish man. He loves his wife, children, and grandchildren, very much, and did everything he possibly can. I, being a sick child, had a lot of doctor's appointments. He was there for everything from eye exams, surgery, emergency room visits and MRIs, and much more. And after that, we would go out to lunch, or for ice cream.
Other than medical reasons, he was still there, always. Whenever I stayed home sick, he was there watching some random cartoon with me. When it was summer, he would take me places, such as out for lunch, out to the beach, and many other places that I can not remember.
In a sense, my grandfather is like my father. I never had one in my life, and in a sense, I became his third child. I'm not saying that my grandmother didn't do as much, I love both of my grandparents equally, and they both did everything for me. Now, at sixteen, he is battling dementia, in the later stages too, I might add. He can no longer walk, nevertheless drive the cars that he once loved. He sits in a rehab center, and no longer can do anything on his own. I now wonder, will he die with hisd dignity, or will his illness be eating that away too?
In my life, I have been blessed with many kinds of people, coming, and in the end usually going. One person that always remained consistant, is my grandfather.
Many people think it's wierd nowadays that I'm so close with my grandparents. After all, many kids in this generation, usually think of their grandparents as a twenty for christmas, and their birthday, living in a condo, or an retirement home. Some are unfortunate that their grandparents are deceased before they were even born.
I was a very lucky person, to get to know my grandfather. Everyday, my mother would have dropped me off at their house to spend my day there, because my mother being a recently divorced single mother, and had no other way of getting good child care.
My grandfather was an unselfish man. He loves his wife, children, and grandchildren, very much, and did everything he possibly can. I, being a sick child, had a lot of doctor's appointments. He was there for everything from eye exams, surgery, emergency room visits and MRIs, and much more. And after that, we would go out to lunch, or for ice cream.
Other than medical reasons, he was still there, always. Whenever I stayed home sick, he was there watching some random cartoon with me. When it was summer, he would take me places, such as out for lunch, out to the beach, and many other places that I can not remember.
In a sense, my grandfather is like my father. I never had one in my life, and in a sense, I became his third child. I'm not saying that my grandmother didn't do as much, I love both of my grandparents equally, and they both did everything for me. Now, at sixteen, he is battling dementia, in the later stages too, I might add. He can no longer walk, nevertheless drive the cars that he once loved. He sits in a rehab center, and no longer can do anything on his own. I now wonder, will he die with hisd dignity, or will his illness be eating that away too?
Monday, January 31, 2011
What is love?
Love is something that I guess everyone wants. The question is, why do we have to hurt to get this love thing? Why, when all that we want is to be loved, we have to hurt others, and push others to get what we want. Love is something I guess that comes in different packages. In relationships, such as dating ones. Then, there are the kinds of love that makes you smile. A sisterhood, of friends that will always be there for you. Your family. That kind of love, is the kind that will never be lost.
To all of my friends, I say thank you. Because, you are always there for me, and I love you guys. I hope that you guys get treated like the best like i know you are. You have kept me sane, when I wanted to go crazy. You are always there for me. I love you guys, and if anyone tries to make you cry, I'd make you cry. I dedicate this one to you. You know who you are.
To all of my friends, I say thank you. Because, you are always there for me, and I love you guys. I hope that you guys get treated like the best like i know you are. You have kept me sane, when I wanted to go crazy. You are always there for me. I love you guys, and if anyone tries to make you cry, I'd make you cry. I dedicate this one to you. You know who you are.
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