A Funny Thing About Fate.

Has anyone ever heard of the saying, "it's in fate's hands"? If something doesn't work out, then we quickly jump to the conclusion is fate? Whatever happened to blaming themselves for whenever something went wrong? No, we have to blame it on fate.
I guess that there is a reason why things turn out the way they do. When a door closes, a window will open. All of that fine stuff that makes a cliche end of something that sounds like you say to someone whenever you don't want to hear someone complain about their lives, or to keep them from crying because you don't know what to do when crying. But maybe, the point of all of that crap is, maybe, just maybe that it perhaps would be true.
Sometimes, we punch ourselves when we make a mistake. But maybe, just maybe it was not a mistake. After all if it's meant to happen, it will happen. 
Fear is something that we also can not help, we are not human without any kind of fear. Sometimes, that kind of fear can paralyze us for happiness. It can keep us from opening up the right way, in fear of what made that fear in the first place. The best thing that you can do about it, is stare fear in the face, and make fun of it. Then you will be able to get over it, despite the fact that it may not be easy or fun to do.
Sometimes, I guess we have to get off our fat and lazy ass, and learn how to do things for ourselves. Maybe, if we spent time trying to forget the ones that hurt us, then we can focus on the ones that deserve us the most. The ones that treat us horribly, are the ones who have scarred us horribly. The heart, after love, is like leather, a thick skin that has suffered the ups and downs, scarred from the signs of a harsh battle fought.
I've had enough of my fears blinding me. The point of all this, if you haven't been bored to tears, is maybe it's time we start creating our own fate? And stop feeling sorry for our lazy asses because the odds are were not in our favor. It's time to do something about it.

Ups and Downs of Love.

Love is a rollercoaster, with it's ups and downs. When you are not getting together, you are breaking up. You feel hurt, then you dust yourself back off, and try to fall in love again. My question is why do we do this? Why do we fall only to crash?
So I turned to Charlotte. She says "I think love is taking a person for all their flaws and all their differences and all the things that could affect a relationship, and that stuff not mattering. and that when you're together, everything else is less stressful and you feel better and happier and just... right. I want love because i want someone who understands me and accepts me. no questions, no conditions, none of that. just a person who wants me the way i am."
Maybe, that's what we all want. Someone to make everything better. The colors brighter. The world happier. Maybe love is the closest thing that we have to magic, something that can never be explained, but no matter how hard we try, we can never be replicated. It's something that has it's own unique taste, like you're own kind of chocolate. The good relationsips are the sweetest things to ever taste. The bad ones are the most bitter things that you will ever put in your mouth.
Today we celebrate the love of William and Kate; may you have all of the happiness in the world, full of the sweetest chocolate that you can ever taste. It got me thinking to write this sappy blog entry, and yeah, there you go.
I hope all of us find the sweetest chocolate. But of course, something that we learn is that to know what is sweet, we have to know what is bitter. Charlotte is there for me. I hope someone for all of you out there, will have someone to be there for you.

Outgrowing Friends.

In life, we all have friends. (I hope, otherwise you would be considered anti-social, or you just can't get along with people) As we progress through life, we tend to meet more people, and make new friends. Sometimes we have friends that we keep for life, the ones are golden, and last forever, others are like a fake Luis Vuitton, they tend to break easily.
The ones that are fake Luis Vuitton are the ones that are cheap and tend to be the ones that are once in the while. They are trendy, and like all trends, they don't last forever. Like legwarmers. The knockoff friends are the ones that typical are self-absorbed and tend to only care about themselves. They also tend to get outgrown, just like that feeling you get when you wear something that everyone else is wearing at the time, and then you look back, and think what the hell where you thinking?
It's kind of the same thing with friends. As human beings, we grow. We grow in size..(well we're not always a pint-sized baby forever) and we grow in maturity. When we are youinger we want different things, a fun time, and tend to act immature. As we get older, we tend to act in a more smarter way than what we did when we were youinger. Like the clothes you wore when you were in fifth grade, you sometimes have to look back, and be like what the hell was I thinking.
Take my friend Jenni. Over the years that I have known her, her style and her ways of thinking have changed. (In a good way, I might add) She is/was very good friends with a girl, we shall call Angelina. (Well, because she acts like her.) As they progressed in life, Jenni has grown to become a more classier guidette, and Angelina, as one of my friends would say has become an unclassy scarecrow who doesn't care that she wears pjs and acts like a clingy dryer shirt.
Then we have the "little black dress" friends. The ones that go everything. They are the ones that you'll always fall back on in your time of need, the ones that will never go out of style. After all, the true friends are the ones that pick you up, grow with you, and when you need someone to talk about how you're life sucks, they will be there for you. They will ALWAYS be there for you, just like you have that T-Shirt in your closet that when in doubt you will always fall back on. Like Charlotte, Samantha, and Jenni.
All in all in life we progress foreward, not back. Unless of course, we discover the time machine. But the true people will stick to you like glue, and the ones that aren't will drop like dead flies.

Kindergarten Crush Syndrome.

Remember kindergarten? The time when girls were fighting over toys instead of boys. The time when the biggest scandal was who put their mouth on the water fountain. When boys were considered to have cooties, and dating was something that no one really cared to know about. When whoever had the coolest toys was the most popular. When boys liked girls they would start being mean to them  by pulling their hair and whatnot.
Ever have that experiance when a guy was being extra jerky to you? He was either throwing stuff down your shirt, or calling you an interesting name of some sort. He could either be a complete jerk, or have a case of Kindergarten Crush Sydrome.
A case of Kindergarten Crush Syndome is when a guy has a crush on someone and he doesn't know how to act, so he acts like a jerk, or completly insults you.
I've read a book about the differences of the male and the female brain, and this was one of the examples that have been mentioned during the book. Guys and girls commincate in different ways. Guys tend not to talk about their feelings, not as much as girls do. (I'm guessing not many males are reading this blog by the way) Guys tend to think about cold hard fact, while girls think between the lines.
I guess there is only one cure for this syndrome. Tell the girl how you feel. Either that, or learning how to have swag would also be helpful. But don't be a jerk. She won't like you if you are being rude to hear. Just saying.

Remembering The Past, So Then It Wouldn't Become the Future.

Today, in my history class we were talking about the holocaust and whether or not students should or should not view that during school, and it got me thinking. If we didn't learn about history, we would only be doomed to repeat it, now would we?
As I watched the video, I thought to myself, what kind of human being would do this? Millions of people dying just because someone thought that they were not good enough to live. Here's a thought, if you are that strongly opinonated about a race, keep it to yourself. Hurting innocent people just because you don't like them is not fair. Look at the Holocaust. Look at the many mormons forced to move away just because they believed in Joseph Smith, and his teaching.
Shouldn't everyone believe whatever floats their boat, without the society butting their heads in whatever they are believing in. And if you don't like it, please don't use guns, or harmful language.
Open minds are hard to find. But having one can help open the doors for tomarrow, making it easy for equal rights. It's not just religon that I think people need to be open minded. Anything that is different than the standard way of thinking or what is considered to be socially acceptable, is jumped upon and critized. Just because someone thinks differently, doesn't mean it's wrong to think like that. It just means that they are different and you've got to accept that.
It's not just religon. It's sexualaty, skin color, amoungst others.
Hey, this is the twenty first century. Let's do something to end this cycle of stupidity.

I Just Get A Kick Out Of You..And You.

In the world of dating, I can not help but wonder if it's all in your mind.  If you break up with someone, is it truely your heart that wants someone still? Or is it your mind, causing yourself to think of one person? Isn't it just as easy to flood your mind with new thoughts, songs, or people? After all, you can't hold onto one person, or dream forever. It isn't healthy.
Two years ago, I have gotton my heart shattered by a guy who I thought I loved. As I began to heal from that, I slowly began to realize that maybe I wasn't in love. Maybe I was infatuated. Maybe I was in love with the idea of being in love. Either way, I guess we will never know. As I began to heal, I also began to realize how stupid I was being, holding to one dream, one person, when there was a million other, better, people and dreams out there. I guess time heals all wounds.
I sit here, and I ask myself now that I've gotton smarter, and wiser, what is in loving a person. Is it the hormones that we have? What is love, and what is lust?
What makes that relationship that we all desire? I have yet to wonder.
Heart and the head I guess make no sense when they are colliding.  Sometimes, it's like a war, and we all are meant to fight it in some way shape or form. I guess Pat Benetar was right in saying love is a battlefield.

The Art of Flirting: I Guess It's One, or Is It Not?

In the game of dating, we have one way of attracting the opposite sex, and leaving them hooked. And what is that? The art of flirting. It's the art of trying to get someone to fall for you, or to ask you out on a date, and then who knows what happens.
My question is why do we have to resort to flirting, something so similar to a mind game, something that involves playing the ohh so tedious game of love. After all, what happened to being yourself? Whatever happened to just being yourself? Whatever happened to being yourself and having him fall for the real you.
A friend of mine once said to flirt until he's yours. But that also means to act like you don't actually start being yourself until you are his.
Some of the best advice that I have ever gotton was in fact to be yourself. So why do we have to put up an illusion that you are something else.
Maybe flirting is a way to reel him in to you. Like it's the bait, and once he catches it, then you can be whoever you want to be. Like not answering him whenever you are texting, although you are dying to answer the text him, because you don't want to seem too needy or anything.
I've never been a batting your eye lashes kind of person. That girl who knows how to flirt with the all of the boys, and well does it right. I've always relied on pure instinct, and I am learned to follow my gut versuses following what others think I should do. Being a flirt, I guess is something I don't want to call myself. I just call myself a girl who is surfing the fierce waters of the sea of dating, and instead of drowning into the shore, I am floating.
I often wonder if the art of flirting is actually an art. Charlotte says I have lady balls, whatever they mean, or even are. I don't consider myself an artist in the art, I just consider myself to be afloat.