Walls are funny. Everyone has them at least to some degree. Some are very short and others can easily just step over them, while others have impenetrable steel. What’s behind the wall is what’s really important. Or maybe it’s how people treat what’s back there. Once someone gets behind another’s wall, they can either tread lightly and gingerly; water and nurture the garden that’s there, or they can destroy every last delicate flower. Granted, some flowers are more easily killed than others. It seems the higher one’s walls, the more easily their garden is ransacked. Because hardly anyone every gets to his or her garden, someone with high walls doesn’t have to be too careful about how strong their flowers are. I mean, if the walls are heavily fortified, why bother backing up the flowers as well? This just makes it even more detrimental when the cast iron is broken down or breeched.
Forever caught between liking being “~unique~” and wishing I had more things in common with more people.
American teen culture is just so deeply ingrained with ignorance and superficiality it baffles how so few realize it.
I really dislike when people ask me to hang out by saying “I’m bored.” I just find it really rude. It’s like, if you’re bored go entertain yourself. I don’t want to just be some backup entertainment in your dull life. I guess that doesn’t really make sense. It doesn’t, after all, annoy me so much as to not hang out with the person who says that, but still. Why not just phrase it differently?
Today when I was walking into the house holding two gallons of milk, I thought about how great it would be if there would be a superhero who had milk jugs for hands. He or she would be Milk Man/Maid, and they would save the world from the dryness of cakes and ride a heifer around.
I don’t know whether it’s worse to be ‘dumb’ or a ‘ditz.’
I mean, all the ‘ditzes’ I know are really very very smart, they seem to just not consider things very thoroughly before they say them. But when given time, they can come up with things and solve problems brilliantly. So I guess it’s mostly just a say what’s on your mind type thing; a not thinking before you speak. I guess I’d call that unwise, but then again, they usually are pretty wise, just not initially. Maybe they’re just not quick thinkers.
But dumb people, on the other hand are usually just pure out of luck.
I’d rather be a ditz, because I feel like it’s mostly a phase that people grow out of with the absorption of wisdom in addition to already existing intelligence.
I feel like I’m the only person in the universe who loves classical music, but doesn’t care for violins. I don’t have anything against them, but even when they’re played well I don’t enjoy listening to them as much as I do other instruments. I feel the same way about saxophones, and that’s why I’ve never really been into jazz. But then again, I used to hate all double reed instruments, but now I’m sort of in love with bassoons, and oboes are growing on me, not to mention how much I like the English horn. So there’s hope.
