Beyond the halls, the classrooms, the drama and of course graduation, i learned so much on a personal level in the last three years of my life.
I thought id share them with my good friend b, and of course leave them as a memoir for myself in years to come.
Love:
- Good girls seem to finish last. The semi-pretty, always drunk, mess of a girl has the hot boy that gets straight A's and goes on fishing trips with his dad. He loves her, for all of the mess that she is. A lot of boys want to feel like they can save a girl. I have learned this not through experience but through what I have seen. Take D, he is a good guy, could have a lot of good girls, but instead he is dating this girl who he met when she showed up drunk at work... his friend had to help her because she couldnt stand. They are in love.
Not all boys are like this of course, but secretly, the damsel in distress trumps the girl whos saving herself.
- Choose relationships wisely, they will always end with a change and a rush of emotions. Take it from someone who has been in relationships from 2 days to several months. The two day relationship had fall out, and caused pain, confusion and thinking. Don't get into a relationship if you dont think the potential pain is worth it. You will smile, you will cry and you will have to decide how it will end(unless of course you get married!). Just breathe, so does every other couple.
- Don't run from love. As much as heartbreak hurts, and makes everything so much harder for a period of time, a life without love hurts that much worse.
- Give that weird boy in the corner, that awkwardly stares at you a chance. He thinks your beautiful and could treat you better than any other less-awkward boy.
- From a selfish perspective all is fair in love and war. Think from a considerate perspective, because one day you could be on the other side, wishing they would not be selfish.
- You are good enough for him. Period.
- You will fight if you care about something. People fight and it really does only make a relationship stronger
Feel:
- Drinking wont take the pain away. You can't supress or remove emotions with any substance or bad activites. It can help you try to forget, but at the end of the day the pain is still there.
- Don't run from how you feel. It will catch up.
- As bad as things are, someone in the world is in the same situation, and someone else who is very happy... was once in that situation too.
- Don't go on about how much you hate someone. That makes them look so much better then you for leaving it alone. When you see them in the hall and make akward eye contact with them, smile or confidently look away. By being okay with things, they will be to. This can resolve future conflicts.
- You are beautiful. No one on this planet is "ugly", if each of us matched the description of "hot", the people who would be considered "ugly" would suddenly be beautiful just because they were different. Have you ever heard boys argue over a girl being hot or ugly? Differences.
There is my brief collection of high school lessons<3
ps. while your reading this listen to "Reasons to love you" by Meiko. It will make your heart warm, and your face smile.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
John Mayer
If you have a spare moment take the time to read this, it is from John Mayers blog.
"FROM THE HEART....I need to write this. I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.This is about us all. This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic. This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me. "This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe. This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man. This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that. I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing. And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right. What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.Root for others. Give more and expect the same in return, but over time. Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that. And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you. I'm going quiet now. John"
I know its alot but it is a good point, well aside from the perez and pink is the new blog bashing. But we all have our flaws lol.
As silly as this sounds, i almost feel like i need to reply to this.
It is so true, we spend hours just to look like we dont care, and act so unself aware when really we know every flaw we have, and carry ourselves with so much less pride them we each deserve to. It is acceptable in society to be flawless- we spend thousands of dollars on a nose that breathes fine but has a single imperfection, or do things as ridiculious as a bum lift. I mean really. We make it so necessary to be perfect, yet still preach to accept people for who they are. How could we as a society say that? The reality is, we will find ourselves surrounded by people with the same secret insecurities, falling for someone who is hiding so much about themselves. In a world of problems and inabilities why are we spending so much time looking at the negatives? Sure we enjoy reading blog websites, but they focus on the bad outfit a celeb wore or how they were caught fixing their pants. We all do it... and if the same situation happened in the halls of any high school the same result would happen. It is as if we are stuck in a would of aging high school situations, of heartbreak, friendship and pressures to fit in.
Thats my rant for now.
"FROM THE HEART....I need to write this. I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.This is about us all. This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic. This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me. "This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe. This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man. This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that. I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing. And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right. What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.Root for others. Give more and expect the same in return, but over time. Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that. And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you. I'm going quiet now. John"
I know its alot but it is a good point, well aside from the perez and pink is the new blog bashing. But we all have our flaws lol.
As silly as this sounds, i almost feel like i need to reply to this.
It is so true, we spend hours just to look like we dont care, and act so unself aware when really we know every flaw we have, and carry ourselves with so much less pride them we each deserve to. It is acceptable in society to be flawless- we spend thousands of dollars on a nose that breathes fine but has a single imperfection, or do things as ridiculious as a bum lift. I mean really. We make it so necessary to be perfect, yet still preach to accept people for who they are. How could we as a society say that? The reality is, we will find ourselves surrounded by people with the same secret insecurities, falling for someone who is hiding so much about themselves. In a world of problems and inabilities why are we spending so much time looking at the negatives? Sure we enjoy reading blog websites, but they focus on the bad outfit a celeb wore or how they were caught fixing their pants. We all do it... and if the same situation happened in the halls of any high school the same result would happen. It is as if we are stuck in a would of aging high school situations, of heartbreak, friendship and pressures to fit in.
Thats my rant for now.
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