People Help the People

I’m watching the Grammy Awards right now and Taylor Swift just performed her song All Too Well (to be honest, I’ve listened to that song 160+ times on my iTunes and it’s easily my favorite song so a little biased here) but the song is about a horrible breakup that she went through and that she is still very emotional about. During a rap performance Taylor was dancing and having fun! Dancing a little off-beat, but from one white-girl to another white-girl, staying on beat isn’t as easy for us when it comes to dancing. Personally, I’m a little insecure about dancing in public because I’m terrible at it, so props to her for not caring about her not-so-on-point dancing.

My roommate was on Twitter and the things people said about her and her television appearances for the Grammy’s were startling. People telling her that her white-girl moves did not need to be on network television or that this wasn’t a Metallica concert and her “head banging” during her performance was too much for an awards ceremony. Random Twitter accounts were telling her not to jam out to a live performance because she can’t dance to it. (Granted, she’s not the most graceful dancer, but if she wants to dance, by golly, she should dance!)

We talk about “being who you are” and not caring about what other people think about you, but that’s impossible with the hate that we get when we “be ourselves.” Taylor Swift was just being herself and acting like she has no care in the world.

Why do people have to be so hateful?

I get that it’s an insecurity thing with some people. Jealousy maybe. I don’t know. 

Why is it “cool” for people to be mean to other people? Why isn’t it “cool” to be nice or kind to other people? 

Humanitarian questions that probably rattle everyone’s minds—not just mine.

Like: Why are people evil? Aren’t people inherently good? What changes that? Why isn’t there some kind of alliance between humans against things like poverty, illness and disease or natural disasters? What provokes people to be so evil towards other people? What sparked the beginning of the evil chain?

It might be because of my philosophy class, or I’m thinking too much about the characters in Les Miserables, but here I am asking all these idealistic questions that have a small chance of ever being answered.

Cool or Not Cool

Why do guys think that it’s not cool to show a girl that they’re interested in them just by flat out saying it?

I don’t know if this is just a personal thing (or because I’m perpetually single), but most of us girls like to be hit on or told that the guy had a great time (in person please) and would love to see us again. It makes us feel like we are actually doing something right: dressing cute, working out, did our makeup correctly, held an interesting conversation, were ourselves with a stranger, finally mastered the not-so-mean-looking default face, or something else entirely that doesn’t come easily for us.

Now, that does not mean that guys should be demeaning our worth in any way or form or cat-calling at you because that is NOT okay. 

Like leaning into a girl to try and talk to her in a loud room: cool.

Resting your arm on her back and then slowly moving it lower: not cool.

Saying something like “Want to grab lunch or dinner this week? I want to see you again.”: do it.

Texting her something like “My friend’s throwing a party, wanna come?”: meh. Not every girl is going to want to be your party hookup or someone you text last minute. While hooking up may be fun for a short period of time, it sucks thinking that we are the last resort.

It may just be the writer in me and my own imagination creating these ideas that rarely happen in real life, but I just want to know why guys think that it’s not manly for them to show interest in a girl they seem to like?

It’s weird to think how older generations went about the dating scene completely different from what we are used to. 

New Year New... Me?

This blog started out as a component of my Expository Writing class last semester that focused on Jane Austen. We had to write for a more causal audience on a topic that we covered in a formal paper during the semester. My topic was on Harry Potter and all the crazed fans— myself included— that traveled to all the magical places that the fictional world of Harry Potter touched (if you didn’t read my huge whopping number of three other posts). Once I didn’t need it any longer for that class, I considered taking my blog down. I considered getting rid of an outlet for my rambling thoughts.

I really did. 

Because of questions like: What would I write? What could possibly be interesting enough for other people (as few as they might be) to take time out of their busy schedule (because human beings are busy creatures) to read some ramblings of a typical, nerdy girl? Would anyone ever read it if it wasn’t part of their grade? Who really cares about what I have to say?

I was balancing on the fence between taking it down and keeping it up, swaying towards the side of taking it down. 

Until I sat down in the small red desk ready for my second day of the Autobiographical Writing class I had signed up for without really knowing what I should expect in that class and learned that blogs are a type of journal—a way for me to share my thoughts as a catalog for my life. As we went around the room introducing ourselves and talking about ourselves (something I’m not very good at), other people started talking about how they blogged in their spare time and my professor (an awesome lady by the way) said something along the lines of “Most of you already have a background in Autobiographical Writing because blogging is like a technological way to journal and share your own story.” (I’m writing based on memory and this was a couple days ago, so excuse me if my words aren’t exactly correct.)

So here I am writing these very very interesting words to my wonderful—but very bare—blog instead of writing an essay for my American Literature class or reading my Botany textbook. 

I’m also at the Dallas airport (where I’ve spent more time in than the airport from my hometown this school year) and the Beatles’ song “Martha My Dear” just came on the PA system. And it took every ounce of the will power in me not to—gently, and very nicely because it’s my closest companion—throw my laptop on the floor and just bust out singing (singing, screaming same idea). I’m pretty sure if that actually happened the man across from me might join along because it looks like he’s singing along in his head as he taps his foot, all completely in sync with the lovely music coming from the heavens. 

Never mind, I don’t think he’ll join me. He looks like a ACDC fan; not so much John, Paul, George and Ringo.

But then again, who am I to judge.

Just your average day in the life of a procrastinating college student. Who is also a little board, sitting in an airport, bobbing along to the airport music.