I have to admit

that last post was slightly distasteful. Even I, She Who Enjoys All Things Nasty, think I should probably delete it. I won't, but I did think seriously about it:)

Anyways, on to my latest random thought: Most commercials are absolutely disgusting. If you think about it, the majority of commercials are medicine-related, right? Well, most mundane medical problems are pretty gross. Foot creams, vagina creams, bladder control pills, erection pills. Do we really need to have this kind of crap shoved in our faces every few minutes? I don’t think so. Maybe it’s just me, but I believe in keeping stuff like that strictly between you and your doctor.

And now for something completely different...

What kind of relationship do homeless people have? Relationships are all about communication. I mean, they don’t do anything all day so what do they have to talk about? The amount of cans they collected that day? The cool things they found while dumpster diving? I mean, seriously. And another thought, do the women get yeast infections all the time because the men are dirty? Yeah, I’m an odd person, thinking about the sex-lives of the financially destitute.

How do You know that They know that You know....you know?

They say that you should write about what you know. My question is this: what if you don’t know anything? Wouldn’t that be reflected in your writing? “Today I woke up, ate something, went somewhere, and, well….that‘s about it.” Wow, that sure makes for some interesting reading. I mean, honestly, what would you write about? My life isn’t super interesting, but I Know things. I have thoughts that I think are relatively interesting and might be fun to read about. I mostly think that they’re interesting because they’re so Random. Food, funny things I’ve heard people say, ideas for books, stuff like that. But what about dull people? I’m not trying to be mean, but there are some truly dull people out there. THEY don’t think they’re dull, but then they wonder why people are always nodding off around them.

Do dull people have dull thoughts? Probably.

Am I dull for thinking about stuff like this? Perhaps.

Only time will tell:)

Old Post #10

Sometimes, my life feels like a Big Bowl of Blah. Today was one of those kind of days. I felt detached from everything. It’s like I couldn’t be bothered to feel any kind of real emotion. Not happiness, not excitement, not even boredom. Just…nothing. I wasn’t upset about anything either. Everything was just…eh. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. And it should be. Tina, Mom, Dan, and I are all going to explore San Francisco. I have lived 20 minutes from San Fran my entire life and I have NEVER walked around there besides the pier area.

Old Post #9

I wonder why surrogate mothering is seen as a kind, noble, and selfless deed and adoption is seen as something bad and shameful. Aren’t they doing the same thing? Providing children-less families with a bundle of joy? Adoption has always held subtle negative connotations while Surrogacy is on almost the same wavelength as that of sainthood. I guess when it’s your Own blood that you are entrusting to someone else, it makes it something sad rather than joyous. I would think that it would be even More of a self-less act to give up your Own baby, rather than someone else’s baby that just happened to live inside you for a few months.

Old Post #8

Sometimes I fear that I will never make it as a writer. I feel like I don’t have the discipline or the patience to succeed at it. I’m probably worrying for nothing, but this is part of the reason I’m writing these Thoughts of the Day, so that I will get in the habit of writing more often.

Old Post #7

It’s weird how sometimes the week sneaks up on you. Today feels like Monday but it’s really Friday. My sister likes to create avalanches in our closet. She stuffs all of our bedding in at once and quickly closes the door. Then, when some innocent bystander tries to open the door, they are buried up to their neck in blankets. My mother likes to call it “Tina’s Art.” I just call it dangerous. When I put our stuff away, I FOLD everything and, amazingly, it all fits with no danger of collapse. My sister and I are just different, I guess. It’s weird though. My sister is usually the organized one. I’ve always been the one who stuffs stuff in a drawer or in my closet, never to be seen again.

Old Post #3

I wonder if people make movies about certain topics just to get perks. I mean, if you make a movie about the fashion world, you Obviously have to go to some awesome fashion shows and after parties. And if you make a movie about cooking, why then Of Course you have to sample some of the fine dining available to you. What a fun job, don’t you think?

Old Post #2

People never see themselves clearly. This is a very trite phrase but it is true nonetheless. You can never reach self-actualization because no matter how hard you try, you can not see yourself for how you truly are. People who have “found” themselves are full of crap. The only reason they feel that they know something of themselves is because they actually listen to the people around them and notice how other people react when they are around. It’s nothing special. It’s not like they suddenly cued into this magical world where they could see themselves for how they truly are. They just listen more than the rest of us.

Think about it.

Everything that we will ever know about ourselves comes from our interactions with other things and people. How do we know we don’t have food in our teeth? We simply look in a mirror or other highly reflective surface to check. It’s not like we can step out of our bodies and inspect it for ourselves. How do we know that we are nice or kind or respectful? We know from our interactions with the people around us. If they act as if we are nice, or kind, or respectful, then we automatically assume that this is true and then we know for the future that that is the way to act when we want to seem nice, or kind, or respectful to other people. The people we think of as strange or awkward do not notice the social cues from other people and therefore do not change their behavior accordingly. They do not consciously or unconsciously notice other people’s body language or tone of voice, the way most people do. We are constantly monitoring the crowds around us to make sure that we are acting correctly. The question is whether or not we realize that we are doing it. That is the only difference between self-actualized and non-self-actualized people.

Old Post #1

Why do I only write in here when something terrible has happened? Why can’t I write when something is going right, for once? I don’t write when I ace my midterm or when the cute guy who sits in front of me in philosophy class finally asks me out. No, I only write when something catastrophic happens, when my cat dies or I get hit by a car or something of that nature. Why is this? A diary is meant to keep a log of memories that we want to remember. Is this really how I want to remember my life? Never mind, I already know the answer. It’s because that’s the only time my life is interesting. Who wants to read about a perfectly normal day when you could read about one filled with drama and excitement? It’s human nature to dwell on the bad rather than the perfectly mundane. What morbid creatures we all are.

Playing Catch-up

I have been writing my thoughts down in a word document for the past week or so. I think I'm going to post them on here. Why?

Because I can:)

Happy Reading!

And so it begins...

I never really got "into" the whole write-about-your-boring-life-on-the-internet thing. I thought it was stupid, letting strangers know your every thought and desire. But now I have realized how therapeutic blogging is. Not personally, since this is my first blog, but I've seen countless others resolve their problems and deal with their deeper issues.

Plus, I've realized how Fun blogs can be!

So, bear with me, readers(if anyone does indeed read this post) This is going to be fun!:)