During the NY ball drop, with all of the performances that went down in the two hours worth that I watched, I heard several things of commentary from both sides of the screen; those attending and the one person sitting next to me. "Oo! Imagine being in New York, dressed like /that/! The sacrifices these girls go through just to appear pretty and appealing." I grew up in a home where opinions are loud and things are very black and white. But as I grew older, I found gray. Mum always taught me to keep my chest and back covered, and to always wear shorts that covered my thighs, et cetera. These have become what I'm comfortable wearing. I wear tanktops and shorts around the house, yadda yadda, and nothing shorter than a tee in public. "Always cover your chest, Gray." Yes, ma'am. And yet, I see you showing cleavage...? This becomes irritating, to me. Don't teach me something and become a hypocrite...
And, yes, it is one thing to have my own style and to teach my ethics. But it is another to openly bash on another person; I do not like this. I already have my own perspective and I was taught how to think, yes; once this has happened, don't shove the ethics down your children's throats. I'm not about to suddenly change my style of clothes, so comfortable and /me,/ for scandalous dresses and sloping necklines; I'd feel more nervous than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Hehe, I haven't heard that expression in a while...
The people I am forced to be around all the time are very judgemental and somewhat racist. I like to think of myself as open-minded. In comparison to them, I am; very much so. But to some people, I'm closed off; they haven't met my family. I hang out with a group of popular outcasts at school, and I guarantee that my family would find something to dislike about every one of them; but I love them for who they are. One in particular, has a rather horrid past, but I love them most. This isn't weird; it's weird for me to like blah people...
Of course, I've been rather protected all my life; again, this adds to my personal style. But even still, I'm a bit more comfortable than other people; I don't wear a sloping neckline to 'dress up.' I simply layer up, if I so choose to do so. Otherwise, I have a tee or two that look fine with a skirt. I don't typically wear a skirt; I'd sooner choose to wear tennis shoes than I would to wear heels. Sundays, I wear a skirt, a nicer shirt, heels, yes. But that is practically the only day that people can get me to dress up. Almost as soon as I get home from church, I change back into sweats or something to that extent.
Onto another note, New Years! I just learned a new word, but...I forgot it. Eh, I'm blonde; I'll press the blame onto that inheritance of hair colour. :D No, I did not get a New Year's kiss, but I'm fine without; I got that a little early, hehe. I did, however, have my wisdom teeth taken out. I guess you could call me one of those few cases where you're conscious of what you're saying and still remember things about it, after you've woken up out of the foggy spot where you just ramble. I was kinda quiet, but I did quote the other videos I've seen ["No, I didn't dream about unicorns...sad day..."], spelled out 'gauze' whilst quoting another AFV/YouTube video ["But mum! I have gauze in my mouth! Not God! Gauze! G-A-U-Z-E!"], mentioned how I saw double ["You're double... Whoa, she's triple, but that's because she's moving...! That's double, double, double..." There was a phone on the wall and every time I tried to focus on it, it just moved and it was driving me insane...], asked to take the chair home with us, and brought up the mask they'd used to knock me out three times. It was white and had these bars that stretched out around my face, and this spherical shape that went over my nose... Mum said it was like a clown's nose, but I kept trying to quote her by saying "Now you're Rudolph!" I don't know my problem... I had a perfect thought process and recollection... That's the only thing I can't get right, even now.
All right, so, onto the item of business that i dearly wanted to address and motivated me into writing out this whole ordeal. Bringing up my wizzies was a bit random, yes, but so is my thought process. At times...
People are people. My dear friend has been having issues with her friends. I hate this; if there is one thing that I could stop, it would be how judgemental people could be. It is not our place to judge. We can like people, et cetera, we can dislike them and choose to not really be around them, yes. But we do not have the authority to take over their lives with gossip and hate and just...being mean! "They think it's a secret that they all hate me." Really? Have people not heard about what goes on in schools and crap because of stuff like this? I honestly do not care what you think of me; it is none of my business [that's a quote from somewhere, or relatively close to one....].
I hate making other people feel bad; I try my hardest to shut my mouth when I get mad, because I know how shoddy I'd feel if someone blew up on me. That is something I've been working on since my birthday, and...I think I've done progressively well. I did really well the other night, so that's a plus. But, really? It doesn't even take active bullying to kill someone; if they don't have any friends, that can be enough. "Oh, they're an outcast; I can't help them. It will lower me to their level." Well, you know what? When a kid drops his books and NO ONE goes to help pick them up, what do you think then? You're no better than the rest, as he scrambles to pick them up. As a girl trips in the hallway, and her things go flying, no one helps her; oh, someone will, eventually. But it won't be you, and you'll never find out if someone actually does; you just keep walking. My resolution? I've done this regularly, and it's something I take pride in, but I want to exploit this more fully, this year. I'm going to stop every single time I see someone in need. Or as often as I can. But you know what? As much of an attendance nazi as I can be, nothing beats seeing someone smile. Because they might be in more of a rush than I am, and they'd end up later than I would, if I stopped to help them; they'd be off sooner, I'd be off later, and I've usually got a minute or two before class even starts and I'm in the room, anyhow.
So, really? Just make a new friend, no matter who you think they are, or how weird they are, or how different you think you might be. I've been friends with a kid for a semester, now, and it never really occurred to me how similar we were until a mutual friend pointed it out; we're almost exactly alike, yet our histories are so different. Another friend, I've known just as long, but before October, I couldn't see past how annoying he was; I learned two days before my birthday just how cool and interesting he was. And you know what? I ended up going on two dates with him, later that month, and even kissed him a coupla times. Yah; that's very different, and almost a fully 180. I had several people actually get mad at me for changing my opinion within twenty-four hours. Within two days, I went from disliking that kid to practically falling for him...
Things happen when you least expect them, and when you close you're mind, you're going to miss out on a lot of stuff.
So, no matter your ethnicity, your complexion, your history, your future, your spouse/significant other, your family, your name, your GPA, your driving average, your mental capacity, you are a very, very beautiful person, and you will find your purpose, no matter what you think, or what others say.
~Graysen
Your quote for today [went and found it! :D] :
"What others think of you is none of your business."-Unknown?
