All we are saying is give peace a chance.

All we are saying is give peace a chance. What a beautiful message.
Except- and this is the kicker-
That’s not how peace works.
You don’t give not fighting with your siblings a chance.
You have to make an effort.
You have to- if you will- fight for peace.
And that is exactly what we should do. It’s hard, but let’s all make an effort to fight for peace. Or at least peace for peace.

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Why Do We Seek Labels?

I’m just reposting this, FYI. But it’s awesome writing. In fact, it’s perfect.

10 Cities/10 Years

It’s almost a daily occurrence now. On Facebook or Twitter, in an article or mind-numbing listicle, someone is discussing the traits, burdens and/or pleasures of being an introvert. Based on the unscientific sampling of my personal feed, 90% of the narcissistic self-promoters in the world are actually meek and shy introverts.

When us loners aren’t breathlessly talking about how weird it is that we prefer books to people (haha, I’m soooo crazy!), we’re posting the results of a Briggs Myers personality test (or some generic knockoff).

“I’m totally an INFP.”

“Well, I’m an ENFJ.”

“Oh, I could definitely see that. I guess that’s because I’m an ENTP.”

“I kind of figured all of you were CUNTs.”

And when we get bored with scientific classifications that mostly mean nothing, we fall back on the original sugar pill of personality labels: The Zodiac.

What’s Your Sign?

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Everyone is stressing me out, I’ve gone six hours without eating, I just want me some coffee, and I don’t even like popcorn!

You’re probably wondering what that title’s all about.
So, I was talking to my friend, and she said her friend was texting her that morning, and they had an argument. Instead of just arguing her point, her friend pulled the “My life is so hard,” card. And that she was being so dramatic, she was practically quoting The Fault In Our Stars and SpongeBob (I’m a grenade, eventually I’m gonna blow up, I’d like to minimize the casualties/ I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every hour I *crash* and then I *crash* and the only relief from the pain is the heart attacks I have at night) I guess my point is that if you’re arguing, just argue your point. Don’t start talking about how hard your life is. You expect people to be sympathetic, but usually, it just pisses them off and they get all indifferent. Also; don’t be really over dramatic about how stressful everything is, because as North Americans, most of us have it pretty good. Even the hobos have it good compared to other hobos.

Point #2, because I actually have two points.
People who yap about how starving they are, and then you make popcorn or something, and they just go “Its okay, I’ll wait.” Like, bro. You were just talking about how hungry you are. I get it if you hate popcorn, but don’t go back to talking about how starving you are after. If you’re that hungry, just eat the damn popcorn. And then you’re like “I can make something else,” and they go “No, no. Don’t go to all that trouble.” And you be like: “ITS WORTH IT IF YOU’LL SHUT UP ABOUT HOW HUNGRY YOU ARE.” Don’t be that person. Just eat the popcorn.

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Just be yourself.

We’ve all heard this phrase at least once, right?

Whether it’s the ending to  MeanGirls or a Grimm fairy-tale or just someone giving you a little over-patented advice before an interview, it still means the same thing. It’s funny, though. “Just be yourself,” Like, who else could you be? I mean, I get that it means “Don’t act a way that you aren’t” but it’s just ironic that someone would tell you not to be someone else, like;

"I'm Chip and Dale!"

“I’m Chip and Dale!”

And we are all influenced by others. I mean, we all have distinct personality traits, don’t get me wrong, but seriously, if you grew up in rural Italy and were raised by your father who makes boots for a living, (I literally just made that up on the spot. Not being racist or something.) would you act the exact way you do now? If you were even you?  The way you act depends on who you’re with, how you were raised to think, etc, etc. We are influenced by who we are surrounded with, and who we choose to surround ourselves with. I like Led-Zeppelin because it’s been playing in my house since I was born. Same with Bangles/U2/Rolling Stones/Beatles/Other old bands that you probably hate/ have never heard of. If I didn’t like that style of music I’d go nuts. So choose wisely who you surround yourself with.

Or else they'll pull one of these on you! You won't even suspect!

Or else they’ll pull one of these on you! You won’t even suspect!

And so; THE END.

Google Earth

Google Earth is a useful mapping tool you can use to see anywhere in the world. Not only is it birdseye view/ globe, it can also be used for ‘Streetview’, so you can see the place from a normal perspective.

There are people in streetview.

Who don’t know they’re there.

It’s creepy.

It’s not actually that big a deal “Oh my gosh, a stranger mights see me? While I’m walking down the sidewalk? How dare they?” But the fact that Google basically has the world on surveillance (okay, that’s melodramatic.) is too much like 1984 by George Orwell for my taste. And when Microsoft launched the XBox 1, it originally had video surveillance of whoever was playing on it. Which is really creepy. Their excuse was “We just want to see how people react to the games.” You have surveys for that, genius. They vetoed it obviously, once the general public found out. I’m extremely suspicious. And did you know that when you have Facebook open it can see all your other tabs? It’s completely legal, because you agreed to it. If you carefully read the terms and conditions, it says it. I know that nobody actually reads the terms and conditions. All I’m saying is that the world is creepy. This has no point, but whatever.

It sees you while you're sleeping...

It sees you while you’re sleeping…

The Honest Truth of Life

litesaberAnd that is the honest truth of life.

Because life is like a hot dog. You can eat it, and it’s a hot dog, and that’s all good. Or, you can do it up all special,and share it with your sister, and run back to the bumper cars laughing your heads off.

OR

Life is like a taco. You start eating it, and it’s delish, but then you’re halfway done, so you put it in the fridge. And then you try to eat it later, but it’s all soggy and gross, so you just eat a new taco.

Or whatever.

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TEH END.

If you say that you don’t care about something, you obviously have it.

This a really obvious thing.
“I don’t care about money.” Obviously you have money, then. Poor people never say that. Except sometimes homeless people. (I have heard exactly one homeless person say this.) Seriously. Its irritating, though, to hear people say that. “I don’t care about popularity.” Says Taylor Swift. (Admittedly, she never said that. It was an example.) “I don’t care about homelessness.” THAT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT FRICKING HOMELESS. IDIOT.
So yeah. It annoys everyone when people do that, so let’s all make the world better by NOT doing that! Thank you for your time!

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The goddess Tara ( Hindu goddess of compassion) says don’t do it.

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted lately. (I was testing to see if you’d notice- just kidding.)

I’m finding it irritatingly hard to find something good to rant about, which is ironic, because bad junk happens like, on a daily basis. So again, give a shout-out if you find something you want me to talk about. Anyway, I promise my next post will be more productive, but till then……..

OH MY GLOB I HAVE TO FIND SOMETHING TO BLOG ABOUT!!!

OH MY GLOB I HAVE TO FIND SOMETHING TO BLOG ABOUT!!!