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Hello! This post seems to get a lot of views... so if after reading you could leave a comment as to what you thought of it, I would be most grateful. Proceed!

So, I just found out (via my Goodreads quote of the day) that my earlier quote about weirdness apparently from Dr. Seuss may be from a guy named Robert Fulghum. I have no idea if this is right or not... there are equal amounts of Google results for either side. So I edited that post, and if anyone cares to actually look it up, that would be kinda cool but it's 11pm and I'm going to bed instead. Hope I didn't crush anyone's dreams; if I did, then you seriously need to find some new ones.

UPDATE!!!!
I am adding to this post because I don't feel like creating another for this issue. I have concluded that Dr. Seuss said that particular quote and Fulghum perhaps paraphrased it for his own purposes... Looking at things more closely, Robert Fulghum's quote is slightly different. It reads:

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.” 

Fulghum's quote is taken from his book, True Love. Which I haven't read. But if you are wondering who this guy is, he has also written All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, which I have read some of. It is very good.

Dr. Seuss's quote is:

“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.” 

His quote seems to have been spoken (and sounds like it), because no offense to the man, but his books tend to rhyme, and the quote, well, doesn't. Fulghum's quote, on the other hand, sounds like something not even the stodgiest, most pompous man would say (if they happened to believe in saying words like weirdness), but rather sounds like something one could easily write in a book.

Hopefully, since this was literally a stream of conscience (if that's the phrase), it makes some sense to someone. And, to make your day fantabulous, here's a fanTABulously random picture that makes my head hurt trying to figure it out.

And yes I sounded like a five year old who just ate all their Halloween candy. I'm tired. Don't judge.

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

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.

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     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?

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?

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.