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!:)