Monthly Archives: February 2014

On why my soul is unapologetically comprised of glitter, rainbows, and unicorns.

So, I know I haven’t stuck to my goal of making an update a week, but this semester has been kicking my butt. I feel like at any second I’m about to be symbolically crushed under the weight of all the homework and studying, and physically crushed under the weight of all the books I have to bring with me every day. All my spare time is spent either hanging out with my boyfriend, jogging, or staring blankly at my tumblr dash, trying to laugh at some Supernatural gif I’ve seen already.

Basically what I’m trying to get at is that I haven’t been feeling all too creative lately. Like, right now I have this idea in my head about what I want to write about, but I have no idea how to put these thoughts of mine into words into sentences into paragraphs. I guess I’ll just start then, eh?

One thing that has always been a huge irk of mine is when people are arrogant without having any experience. I have recently had an encounter with such a person, and it’s just one of those things that are so difficult for me to shake off. I want to teach them the virtues of being humble, and how there is always, always, something new to learn. I want to scream from the roof tops that you can’t judge people based on what you see on the surface, everyone has a couple of scars that they aren’t willing to show you right away.

I admit that most of the time I act goofy and silly because it makes me happy and keeps me optimistic. I suppose that my bubbly personality leads some people to think that I have never had to go through any hardships in my life. YOU LIKE THE COLOR PINK AND AVOID CONFLICT, WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW ABOUT LIFE????

That all seems so ridiculous to me, I mean, why would I want to let myself be defined by my scars? I suppose a better question is why do we as a society value hardened souls as being more experienced and having more value?

I have accepted what has happened to me, and I have learned from these hardships, but I want to move on from it and grow as a person. I want to be happy and spread my happiness to others. I’ve been told from certain people that this makes me “weak” but I refuse to see it that way.

I think the world would be a better place if people could humble themselves and see that every single person has value. We all want to be acknowledged, accepted, and loved. I’m not saying you have to be friends with every person you encounter, but you should always assume that everyone is doing the best that they can and encourage them to keep trying to reach their goals. It’s so much easier to give into stereotypes, let’s try to spread love and optimism and watch how we flourish.

Tl;dr don’t be a judgmental dickweed. Blowing out one person’s candle doesn’t make yours shine any brighter. You know my name, not my story.