Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Opinions are the equal to poison
Opinions.
In today's world, people have a lot of opinion. The internet provides plenty of space to share our thoughts, with things like blogs and youtube videos. often times though, at a young age, when people post these types of things, teenagers are scrutinized and laughed at. A boy may laugh at another boy for posting a video, a video in which the boy worked so hard on and was really proud of. A girl may see someone's facebook status and tell all of her friends how dumb it is. This is a cruel cruel generation we live in today. Teenagers are probably so bottled up because they don't want anyone to think that what they have to say is worthless!
Nothing you have to say is worthless. Everyone should feel comfortable with what they think and who they are. My favorite thing in the world was the facebook like button phenominon that went on at my school. Basically, facebook allows people to create pages for things, people, and events. If you like something you can press the "like" button and that appears on your friend's homepages'. A few people began liking pages, and eventually the whole school was going around and saying, "I thought I was the only one that thought that." like for example one page was, "I go out of my way to step on a crunchy leaf" I thought I was the only one that did that! But, apparently my whole school does it! Everyone seemed so united in thought and opinion! It made me feel good to know that people had, even if it was just a few weeks, they had a glimpse of the feeling when you aren't alone.
Anyway, back to the point, yesterday a very good friend of mine said she reads my blog. At first I was so nervous, did she think it was stupid, was she telling everyone? But, then she said she loved it and that she had one too. I was reminded that underneath our angsty, teenage shells, we are all united. No matter what tounge we speak, as Dumbldore once put it, "our hearts beat as one."
In today's world, people have a lot of opinion. The internet provides plenty of space to share our thoughts, with things like blogs and youtube videos. often times though, at a young age, when people post these types of things, teenagers are scrutinized and laughed at. A boy may laugh at another boy for posting a video, a video in which the boy worked so hard on and was really proud of. A girl may see someone's facebook status and tell all of her friends how dumb it is. This is a cruel cruel generation we live in today. Teenagers are probably so bottled up because they don't want anyone to think that what they have to say is worthless!
Nothing you have to say is worthless. Everyone should feel comfortable with what they think and who they are. My favorite thing in the world was the facebook like button phenominon that went on at my school. Basically, facebook allows people to create pages for things, people, and events. If you like something you can press the "like" button and that appears on your friend's homepages'. A few people began liking pages, and eventually the whole school was going around and saying, "I thought I was the only one that thought that." like for example one page was, "I go out of my way to step on a crunchy leaf" I thought I was the only one that did that! But, apparently my whole school does it! Everyone seemed so united in thought and opinion! It made me feel good to know that people had, even if it was just a few weeks, they had a glimpse of the feeling when you aren't alone.
Anyway, back to the point, yesterday a very good friend of mine said she reads my blog. At first I was so nervous, did she think it was stupid, was she telling everyone? But, then she said she loved it and that she had one too. I was reminded that underneath our angsty, teenage shells, we are all united. No matter what tounge we speak, as Dumbldore once put it, "our hearts beat as one."
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Facebook.
Myspace.
Twitter.
Blogspot.
YouTube.
Dailybooth.
The list goes on and on. The list of different social networking websites. Where you can post, pictures, videos, your thoughts and ideas, and just little updates on your life. There are goods, and bads about these different things. Some are more dangerous and unsafe than others. But, none the less I am starting to realize, how important they are.
The internet is forever right? So, the pictures we post, things we say, and do, are there forever. When growing up, a lot of the time, we lose ourselves along the way, trying to fit in, and be something, or fit the mold of what a teenager is made out to be. We fall into "relationships", start wearing make up, and hit that oh-so-joyus stage called puberty..wahoo?
Getting back on topic! Today, I decided to go through my facebook and delete some of my old pictures, to make room for the new. I was looking at even just my "Summer 2009" album, and realized, how much I've changed and grown in even just one year. I looked at the pictures and, yes I did delete them but, not all of them, I kept some of my old pictures, and composed a "growing up" file. I looked at them all, as a small reminder that I've grown and changed, and ocassionally lost my way but, that I understand that we can never forget who we are. We can never let the media, televison, and pressures from today's teenage world own our souls. "We are never truely lost until we can't find our way home" a quote that has permently marked my 41 year old mother's back forever. She just got it a little over a year ago, and I asked her what her quote ment, seeing as I was very confused about it. She said, "On the road of life, it doesn't matter how many twists and turns you choose to take, the only way you can get lost, is if you turn around and can't see the way back home.". That was the best advice anyone had ever given me. It helps me stay grounded, and under control because, I never ever want to turn around and not be able to find my way home. My second question for my mom was, "Well, what do you do when you turn around and can't get home?" She answered this one with a laugh, "There are always people with road maps, but, it's your choice to let them give you directions.". Then, today I stumbled upon an old box, well I should say box(es) of pictures from my childhood. I came across one of my great-grandmother, I called her Meme. All of the sudden, I started crying. Just out of the blue, tears came, I saw one of my grammop, (My grandmother on my dad's side) and cried even harder. I didn't understand! I don't even remember my grammop, and my Meme? Well, it had been almost three years since I've seen her. So, why was I crying?
Well, it was because, in both of the pictures,I saw women who were a part of me, my family, and my childhood. I believe when people die, people who were truely close to you, you lose a part of yourself. Your soul, feels the pain of knowing, it sees a part of itself in a picture, and wants it to come back. I think that's why pictures are so important to me, because, in some cases, pictures are all I have.
Myspace.
Twitter.
Blogspot.
YouTube.
Dailybooth.
The list goes on and on. The list of different social networking websites. Where you can post, pictures, videos, your thoughts and ideas, and just little updates on your life. There are goods, and bads about these different things. Some are more dangerous and unsafe than others. But, none the less I am starting to realize, how important they are.
The internet is forever right? So, the pictures we post, things we say, and do, are there forever. When growing up, a lot of the time, we lose ourselves along the way, trying to fit in, and be something, or fit the mold of what a teenager is made out to be. We fall into "relationships", start wearing make up, and hit that oh-so-joyus stage called puberty..wahoo?
Getting back on topic! Today, I decided to go through my facebook and delete some of my old pictures, to make room for the new. I was looking at even just my "Summer 2009" album, and realized, how much I've changed and grown in even just one year. I looked at the pictures and, yes I did delete them but, not all of them, I kept some of my old pictures, and composed a "growing up" file. I looked at them all, as a small reminder that I've grown and changed, and ocassionally lost my way but, that I understand that we can never forget who we are. We can never let the media, televison, and pressures from today's teenage world own our souls. "We are never truely lost until we can't find our way home" a quote that has permently marked my 41 year old mother's back forever. She just got it a little over a year ago, and I asked her what her quote ment, seeing as I was very confused about it. She said, "On the road of life, it doesn't matter how many twists and turns you choose to take, the only way you can get lost, is if you turn around and can't see the way back home.". That was the best advice anyone had ever given me. It helps me stay grounded, and under control because, I never ever want to turn around and not be able to find my way home. My second question for my mom was, "Well, what do you do when you turn around and can't get home?" She answered this one with a laugh, "There are always people with road maps, but, it's your choice to let them give you directions.". Then, today I stumbled upon an old box, well I should say box(es) of pictures from my childhood. I came across one of my great-grandmother, I called her Meme. All of the sudden, I started crying. Just out of the blue, tears came, I saw one of my grammop, (My grandmother on my dad's side) and cried even harder. I didn't understand! I don't even remember my grammop, and my Meme? Well, it had been almost three years since I've seen her. So, why was I crying?
Well, it was because, in both of the pictures,I saw women who were a part of me, my family, and my childhood. I believe when people die, people who were truely close to you, you lose a part of yourself. Your soul, feels the pain of knowing, it sees a part of itself in a picture, and wants it to come back. I think that's why pictures are so important to me, because, in some cases, pictures are all I have.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Early Thanksgiving yo.
So, yesterday I literally had to clean my room from my dresser to my bookshelf and everything in between. I found just around 10 journals documenting my life from the 4th grade to now, my summer going into 8th grade. I have to say, I am really glad I did that. I read all of them and it reminds me about how fast life moves sometimes. How much we forget, and the things that make up my life. So much of who I am, is composed in stories of late night summer baseball, early morning golf on vacation, freezing ice storms, mother's day brunch at the club, shopping with my brother's girlfriend. It reminds me of how truly privilaged I have been growing up. The opportunites I have been exposed to, are things other people have not, and I am so greatful for it. So, today, anyone who reads this, please be thankful for everything you have. That's my message for today.
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