oh, joy

Posted Thursday, January 13, 2011 // 0 comments (+)

#343.
I blog too much, don't I.

I know we won't touch for months, and your smell will evade me. But our love could survive a war, without the slightest sore.

I know that's a little bit melodramatic, but it will do. Serious post time.

Why are we all so fucking insecure? Why is it in our nature to pick at the things that we believe are wrong about ourselves, to want to change, to want to be more like other people, who probably resent themselves just as much. Yeah, okay. You want to be more sensitive. You want to be stronger. You want to be thinner, to be smarter, to be funnier, to be more god damn interesting. Hate to burst your bubble of hope, but chances are, it's not going to happen. The fucking chances are, if you saw yourself as someone else, you'd point out all the good things about them and be jealous. Maybe we just all need to take a good look at ourselves, and instead of immediately pointing out everything that's so wrong with us, and wanting to change, maybe we should start thinking about how these things make us, well. Us.

How the fact that your hair never falls quite perfect is unique. That the little scar on your right brow is a part of you, and probably has a really interesting story revolving around it. That your face is your genetic makeup, and if you were born with eyes, just that little bit bigger, you'd be someone completely different. Instead of being so upset at how much others are 'better' than you, maybe you should all just be that much more confident in ourselves, because it does make a difference.

Yeah, Tien. Be more confident in yo'self. Cause if you're not, you're no better than those really lanky chicks that say they're fat and pinch their skin and go 'ewwwww.'

We're insecure because we are human. And we can't change that. So let's just all go and be insecure about being fucking insecure. Wait what? Oh fuck I lost my train of thought.

I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT RIGHT NOW OMG IT'S KILLING ME.