Friday, March 16, 2012

Point?

               This time, I honestly don't think there's a point to this post. I'm kinda just writing to get my thoughts down on electronic paper. I wonder, for the people that actually do read this blog, if they think it's weird, or stupid, or equivalent to the great American novel. Sometimes, I wish I could see what people were thinking. Just for fun, but not all the time; I could control whose mind I was reading. Like if I see that it's very obvious that someone doesn't like someone else.
               "Oooooooh, she is such a jerk! How could she possibly try to even be my friend? So annoying!"
               See, that's when I would come in. "HEY! YOU! YEAH, YOU! SHE (I'd point to the girl whose mind I was reading) THINKS YOU'RE AN ANNOYING JERK!!!! YEAH; YOU SHOULD TELL HER WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND!!!!" Then the girl whose mind I read would look at me and I'd say "No need to thank me."
                            Then I'd give her a cheesy thumbs up with a smile and a wink. 
               Recently, I found out that a friend of mine was moving to the other side of the world (Japan) and, honestly, that well and truly sucks. He was a really close friend, and it really hurts to know and understand the fact that he's leaving. All I know is that Asia is getting their best family back. The goodbye party was the worst party ever. The best time I ever had with him; the last best time for years to come. I don't know when I'll see him again; I don't know IF I'll see him again. Then again, that can be said about anyone. Anybody that we know could easily be gone before we know it; I know this first hand. The only thing I wish is that I wish I knew when I was going to see him again. The times are changing, my friends are changing, and I'm still trying to catch up.
               A lot of other friends I have are figuring out what they want to pursue as a career and leaving to go to schools that specialize in those fields, and I didn't even apply to any school like that. I want to do something in the arts, but I still don't know what. It's not like I don't have time, but I want to figure it out soon. I'm very impatient. :)
               I don't understand people. They say they love someone and then go around with someone else. They give out these feelings, but mean something else. All I know is that people are very complicated. I think they try to make life much more difficult than what it has to be. Life could be very simple; you learn from mistakes, grow up, become an adult- life has a simple formula. But I guess people often time get the equations confused with other symbols.......

1 comment:

  1. I've got to agree with you, on... well, about everything. And I too have been pondering how people act compared to how i act. Since I mainly act straight-forward and don't lie, or change the conversation, This would work pretty well, if people knew that i was doing that. I act nice, i give people the complete right of way (figuratively), but in return, i am neglected! Usually, when text conversations start, I don't start them, and i fear that this drives the other person in the conversation away because they think that i don't actually want to talk to them. I do want to talk to them, I just care about others and imposing on them. I have been friends/acquaintances with a group of people for some time now, and since then, a new kid has not only become friends with them as well, but has become more "popular" around them then I have. I though this was just that kid, but another new kid comes and does the same thing. All i do is try to be kind, and fun to be around, i'm almost never hurtful towards others, and what do i get in return? Neglect and punishment. So, for those of you who got this far in my comment, i challenge you to take a stroll in my shoes, don't say or even think anything bad about anyone, and try actually inviting those nice kids who just aren't in your "circle" to come and hang out. It may seem small, but it another step towards our generation becoming happy and peaceful once again.

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