New Years Eve. The day where we all sit around and say “Oh, where has the year gone?” or “This year has flown by!” or a comment to which effect where we can’t seem to establish the pace of passing time that year, whilst also opening our last box of Maltesers and scoffing them miserly in attempt to remove any possible temptations for next year. Of course, everyone sets themself a resolution to ‘diet’/’get fit’, but it never really lasts. Perhaps you’ll go for a jog everyday for about a week, but soon enough you’ll start making excuses as to why you can’t go one day, then something’ll ‘pop up’ the next, by which point the hype of a ‘new year, new beginning’ will have died out, and you’ll have completely forgotten about your resolution. Also, there’s always that dick that will update their status to ‘new year, new me’, as if their personality is magically going to change over night, just because the date has changed. BULLSHIT. Come back to me in a week, and I bet you 50 quid you’re still the same cunt you were last year. Anyway, to me, all this hype and excitement about the new year seems sort of pointless. If you really wanted to change something in your life, you wouldn’t wait till the new year to do it.
Today is my 16th. Am I supposed to feel mature, older, responsible?… ‘Cause I don’t. Being 16 feels exactly the same as being 15, except I can now buy lottery tickets.
There’s something mildly depressing about actually having the time to blog on my birthday. But it’s a Sunday, so that’s forgivable, right?
Anyway, as I am now 16, I’m probably supposed to look back on my life, reminisce and say “oh, those were the good ol’ days”. But I can’t say they were. Of course up to about 11, I was innocent and lovely and cute. But when I look back on my teenage years, all I feel is regret and embarrassment. I remember going through those stages, where I was desperate to be anything but myself. It sounds corny, but I think it’s true. I used to try to follow fashion trends, and never realised how much of a twat I looked. A hoody, leggings and ugg boots? What the hell was I thinking?! Ugh and taking those cringy pictures where I’d squint and pull retarded faces thinking I was cute. I just look back and am overwhelmed with shame. I probably shouldn’t be, I was just a kid, I didn’t know any better. But still, it embarrasses me, no matter how much I try to justify my actions.
Anywho, now I’m 16, I feel like I know who I am and where I belong. It hasn’t come suddenly, but over this past year I’ve really started to develop into something I’m comfortable with. I’ve started a blog, took up playing guitar, gained good music taste, and am actually content with my appearance. I’m not saying I’m happy with what I am as such, but I feel like I’m past that stage where I’m constantly trying to impress everyone. Admittedly, I still care about my appearance and how I come across, but I’m way more comfortable with myself and less paranoid about being ‘accepted’. I think I’ve learnt that it’s so not worth being something you’re not just to be popular or whatever.
I know I’ll look back on this post in a year and cringe to death, even so, I just needed to get it out my system. I’m off to the shop to buy a lottery ticket, now, ’cause I’m 16, y’know.
Want to know what I hate? …. That was a rhetorical question, don’t answer!
On Saturday I met up with a friend I hadn’t spoken to for a while. I was quite looking forward to it, a nice little catch-up, shopping trip, etc… So, we were in the middle of a conversation, when I caught a glimpse of my friend rummaging through her bag. “What is she trying to find?” “Is it important?” “Should I stop talking, and ask if she’s alright?” Then…. She pulled out… The dreaded… BLACKBERRY. For any 45+s, no, no I am not referring to those yummy, fruity treats. But, the dreaded hand held device. AKA a mobile phone. The blackberry is not just *any* kind of mobile phone. No, it has this app where you can instant message people for free! Yes, for free! And, you know what people do when they get things for free. They take advantage of them. They abuse them. And this is exactly what my friend did throughout the day. I’d constantly have to pause in the middle of my sentence to find that she was replying to this desperate 22 year old male, BBMing anything with a vagina. WHY? I asked myself this about 57 times that day.
I really don’t understand. If you’re going to ask to meet up with me, but then spend the whole damn time on your phone, why bother?!
I don’t have a problem when people occasionally stop to reply to an urgent text every now and then. But when you’re checking your phone every 30 seconds, then I’m going to find you annoying. It’s just plain rude, if I’m honest. Y U KILLING THE FLOW OF THE CONVERSATION?
Am I the only one this happens to? Or do you find it annoying too?
Long titles… They’re not illegal. Just frowned upon.
I’m sure I speak for a good few readers, when I say that long titles make me slightly uncomfortable. Unless the text is in large print, it just feels wrong when a title overlaps to the next line… No? I mean, aren’t titles supposed to be a brief indication as to what the following article/book/blog etc is about? They’re supposed to suggest what the text might be about, without giving away too much, so that people actually want to carry on reading. Lengthy titles seem to insinuate that the author has some sort of incapability to summarise.
I usually put just as much effort into my title name as I would my actual text, just because I know that that’s what people are going to judge their decision of whether to read it or not, on. There’s something about long titles that suggests the author hasn’t bothered using a witty pun, or snappy one-liner, but has just simply written an averagely long sentence about the article.
Am I the only one that feels uncomfortable around long titles? Or do you feel nauseous too?
So, I’ve created another blog which I’m going to use as a sort of scrapbook, I will post daily (weekly) photos there and add little captions. Although it’s more personal, I’m still going to make it public so that people can comment/discuss etc. Feel free to follow, and I’ll probably follow you back! >> http://snapshotsfrommylife.wordpress.com/
Also, don’t worry, this new blog wont stop me from posting just as much on here, it’ll just be a side project!
I love this song! Such a quirky, catchy, feel-good tune! 🙂
There’s many things in this world that I love doing. One of which, is engaging in those long, deep, ponderous conversations. I love being able to connect with another lost soul, who’s just as confused about life as I am, where we can both just empty our minds, and free our thoughts which previously felt so restrained and secret. I love just talking. About life. About death. Or wherever the pathway of conversation leads us. I love drowning my soul with life’s questions and seeing how much it can take. There’s a reason I don’t engage in these conversations often. It’s because they’re scary, but thrilling, and it wont be the same if my mind hasn’t trapped all these thoughts beforehand, because there’ll be nothing to set free.
Just a little thought to ponder upon. Have a nice day!