Saturday, April 14, 2012

I Don't Care (Yes I Do)

     No one is reading this as of yet, both this post (which I am typing) and my blog. That's fine with me... I don't want any stalker person reading this as I type it, and honestly, I'm still getting used to the idea of having a blog. But even if no one ever reads this, I don't really care.
     Ok, that was a big fat LIE: I do want people to read this. I do want to reach people, to help people think more. But even if nobody reads this for the next decade, I am still going to write/type/blog/whatever you might say. Why? Because at the very least, I am helping myself to speak my mind...or at least the chaos that passes for my brain. I have this weird thing, you see. I can be all strange and goofy for my friends (i.e. reading something with ridiculous accents or emphasis), but I can't do that in front of anyone else. I can write it, but I can't do it. So maybe by blogging on this blog in the blogosphere (haha that sounds cool :), I can be that person  a little more. Because the more I write like me, the more me has to leak out into the world of being. If that makes any sense. By the way, if I make sense to anyone out there, kudos to you! Because half the time I don't know what I'm saying. Which is depressing, because I thought of it in the first place...

     Anyhoo (like that. if you understand what that means, please tell me), this whole post isn't going to be about why I'm still writing to an audience of a grand total of one. I'm still going to write about caring, though. But first, some random pictures...

Yes, that is indeed a treehouse. No, I don't have any idea how to get into it.

Yes, that is Hermione's point of view. But I know a few people who I think have that as their life's philosophy.

Is that sick or WHAT??

Ok, I'm done with random photos. I may actually repeat that in other posts. Just because I have a small attention span and typing gets BORING. Now for my actual post.

     Why do people care? More importantly, why do people care and not tell you? Because then you say something, for example a hilariously funny joke (and don't expect one, I don't have any), and then the person you told it to is all "Oh no you DIDn't!" and you're still on the joke and laughing your head off. How were you supposed to know that they're sensitive on the subject of pineapples, or donuts, or, I don't know, puppies? Why don't people communicate? Why do we have to be "strong"  and hide how we feel, so that then it explodes out at extremely inconvenient moments? Maybe that doesn't happen to you, but I am a firm believer in (and strong evidence of) Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong, it will. So why don't we say what we believe outright? Granted, there are some people who just want to pick a fight, but surely everyone in the whole world doesn't feel like that.
     But what makes us care about something? And why aren't we proud of what we care? Why do we have to hide that? Sometimes people hide the best parts of them away. I don't get that. Humans are proud people. Shouldn't we therefore brag about everything we've got? I know there humble people out there, but what they care about shows, so it doesn't matter. But why are people ashamed to say, "YES! I care about my family." or "YES! Being 'green' matters to me." I don't see how that is a bad thing. Obviously, if you are in one of those unfortunate areas where caring is frowned upon, I can see why you would hesitate, especially if you could get shot. But you can still show you care. Wear a bracelet, or a shirt or even a piece of string. No one else knows why you are wearing it, but you know that is a reminder of who you are. Even if it's just an old shoelace. Because even if we do care, if we hide that and bury it and pretend we don't care at all, eventually, we won't anymore because we've forgotten how.
     So don't stop caring! Remember why you care, what you care for, and tell the entire world about it until they yell at you to shut up. And even then, keep caring. Just maybe be a little less vocal. Ok?

Friday, April 6, 2012

The Hunger Games

     So, I FINALLY saw The Hunger Games. It was AMAZING! Of course, being the kind of person who reads the books first, I had some issues with it. You're going to have to guess what they are, though, because I don't want to spoil the movie for those who have yet to experience its awesomeness. And considering that I sang loudly off key just so I didn't hear my friends talking about it, you aren't getting any specifics. I will tell you that the Seneca Crane... event... at the end is changed, but in a good way. The creators of the movie also added a riot in District ___, to keep things interesting. But then they went and took stuff out! What happened to Katniss telling Peeta she lied? Or the Avox scene? I can see leaving the Avox scene out, but are they going for some sort of love triangle now for Catching Fire?
     It seems to me that for every BIG teen series, they copy someone else. Except Harry Potter, which started it all. They split the seventh book into two movies (both of which I NEED to see), so then the Twilight people split their last book into two movies. Twilight had a love triangle, so now The Hunger Games seems to be expanding on that. They already had one, but not to the extent that I think it will be if there is a Catching Fire movie.
     On a different note, how many people want Katniss's hair? Those braids are awesome! And is anyone else feeling the irony of the fact that Jennifer Lawrence, a blonde, got dyed brunette, while Josh Hutcherson, a brunette, got dyed blonde?
     So... are you Team Peeta, or Team Gale?

Monday, April 2, 2012

What's the Big Idea?

     So this is my first post. Ever. I was trying to think of something deep and meaningful to write about, but I figured, what's the big deal? No one is going to be reading this for awhile, anyway. Besides, the best pearls of wisdom are said by accident. Wow. That sounds really cheesy, but there was no other way to put it. If you spend forever attempting to come up with words of wisdom, you have no time to get the prerequisite, experience. Or in some cases, dumb luck. Without either of those, you just sound stupid. Or crazy. And I can sound like both at times.
     All I'm saying is, well, nothing at all actually at the moment. But that's the point. This is a blog. More importantly, it is my blog, which means that while hopefully at some point there will be a purpose to this blog, at the moment it is nothing but a subjection of the general public to my randomness. So do yourself a favor and don't expect to find anything on this blog, okay?
     Sometimes I'll blog a really long post about absolutely nothing. Or I'll post nothing at all. But sometimes a precious bit of thought might make its way onto this website. A cute little story. A song or a poem that means something to me. A funny photo, or a video. And maybe, just maybe, I'll say something that makes someone's day. Or something that makes someone, just one person, stop somewhere and think. That is the point of this blog.
     I want people to think. Think about why they do things, or why one thing is allowed and one thing is not. Wonder why things are the way they are. I'm not saying that I want to convert everyone to how I think, or what I believe. Because everyone is their own person, with their own thoughts and ideas. But I believe in change, and if you don't think, you don't change. I don't want to change you, whoever you are. I want to change the world. One little sentence at a time. Because every big idea, every meaningful event, was triggered by something small. And maybe, just maybe, my small sentence will trigger your big idea.