Thinking of the World

     So, I've gotten a few pageviews, but none recently, probably because I haven't posted in over a month. So I totally understand why. But rather than try and go two months without a post, I decided to break the streak! So, here's a post for all my wonderfully random readers!

     I've decided that I liked my random pictures out of nowhere from my last post (if you can remember back that far) so I'm going to keep that up. With that said...

While I don't necessarily believe in the whole not thinking about anyone at all thing, the message is still cool. If I have to tell you, that's sad, so I hope you can figure it out yourself.

I'm in an empowerment mood, so... yeah.

I love the concept of fairy dust! It can make you fly, it fulfills dreams... and for all those with dirty minds, this has nothing to do with drugs whatsoever. Think back to your Disney Princess days.

And that concludes my random pictures with a (slight) theme!

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     So what I wanted to write about in this post was the world. Hence my title. Duh. By the way, I'm feeling really sarcastic today, so don't take anything I say seriously. Or maybe a little seriously but not too much, because then you'll just be really confused.

     I was thinking (Scary concept... it was a Monday when I came up with this post and I was thinking on a Monday.) of the world, as my title says, and I wondered, what makes us tick? Why are American girls obsessed with British and Australian accents? Why do we care who loves whom? And yes I'm fairly positive I screwed up that grammar. But to continue, what happened to children thinking that a four letter F-word was frog? When did name brand versus Target become a valid set of cliques? Why do action movies suddenly have to go BOOM every two seconds? Why is a boy band trying to be the Beatles? (Sorry to all One Direction fans, but once those boys did an Abbey Road picture, they lost my (never present) adoration forever.) What happened to Toy Story being an action movie (of sorts)? Why do children now know what we learned in high school? What happened to a shirt costing less than half a paycheck being uncool?

     Now, I'm not saying that I want to go back to the "good old days" of barely there air conditioning and flip phones, but I am saying that some of our values have changed. In the "land of the free" many people... aren't. Not because we made slavery legal again (thank God that hasn't happened) but because we, the "normal" people of America, have decided that because some people have more money, they are now "better," or that because some people are confident in who they are, they are "freaks," or that the people who like the "other" music are "uncool." 

     We are all "freaks," we are all "uncool," and no one is "normal." Freak means a unique take on life, uncool means finding the trend before it exists. Normal is copying everyone else. But since no two people are exactly alike (even identical twins), what is normal? Normal isn't straightened hair plus a tshirt from that band's concert. Normal isn't a tattooed face and hot pink shoes. Normal isn't a neat bun and a suit. Normal isn't a lake house or a yacht. Normal isn't doing drugs or smoking. Normal isn't real because normal is impossible. You can't copy everyone's image if everyone isn't an image. 

And so, I close with a quote from one of the greatest poets of all time. Read it, think about it, digest it, and believe it:

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

-Dr. Seuss