“Nice”
Nice.
I hate the word.
Many people think of it as a compliment, or exemplary trait.
I think of it more as an impersonal statement.
Nice is used to describe someone one does not really know.
For example, if asked if they know so and so, a person will usually respond, “not that well, but they seem nice!”
I have never in my day described my closest friends as nice.
That would be an insult to their personalities and to our friendship.
Surely, some people are legitimate nice people, but the nicest person, when known for long enough, is actually far more complex than nice.
Nice is simplistic.
A simple girl can be described as nice; one lacking the luster of an indepth and complex humor.
I would rather be described as a life sucking, cold hearted bitch than be described as nice.
Though nice people make great first impressions, one won’t find a lasting impression from them.
I am proud to say that I have never been called nice.
Now take away guaranteed success.
When your head and heart is consumed with fear, you’ll have no room for dreams. Even if you don’t know the outcome, try, and try again.
Speechless.
For the first time,
I’m the girl without the words.
Because no words can describe,
How this made me feel.
Fire.
Fire is an interesting substance.
It burns slowly, smoldering and igniting emotions in all that it surrounds.
Or, fire can spread quickly, unexpectedly. A spontaneous, exciting action.
However, even in its most destructive state, fire is always beautiful.
When fire burns, it leaves scars in its path, a constant reminder of its existence.
There is no forgetting a fire.
The feeling of its heat, its smoke. The passion, the heartbeats, the fear.
There is always fear, but there is always passion-a flux of anger and love and hatred and lust.
The fear sends many away, but not water.
Water is never afraid of the fire.
Water is compassionate, beautiful, ever-flowing with her love.
But, they have an interesting relationship.
A small flame is easily extinguished by the power of water, a single drop can scare away this wilting flame.
However, if the fire is allowed to smolder, to grow, to develop, water adds to the frenzy.
This allows the fire to reach outstanding potential, growing to heights unstoppable by man.
FIre and water become one, burning together in a passion unfelt by most.
The steam rises from the ground, smoke chokes the air.
Fire and water dance beneath, under a thick cover, so the world above cannot see.
Sometimes…you just have to let the flame burn for awhile.
Wet Hot American Summer
By: Cobra Starship
I’ve made a few mistakes,
But I don’t worry anymore
We never could relate
But I don’t hate you anymore
‘Cause summer’s in the air now
I gotta get my game down tight
So go and get the word out
We’re gonna rock this party tonight
I never meant to hurt you girl, you know
You never felt a winter quite so cold
But when the sun comes up,
I’ll still be around
Cause it’s summertime - Get down
We’re blastin’ Warren G
“Regulators,” cruisin’ slow
Roll down your windows meng
We gotta let them suckas know
That summer’s in the air now
We gotta get our moves down tight, it’s alright
You gotta feel the beat now
The honeys wanna see
That you know how to rock all night
I never meant to hurt you girl, you know
You never felt a winter quite so cold
But when the sun comes up,
I’ll still be around
Cause it’s summertime - Get down
All my friends are in the city
It’s gonna be the best summer
We’ll catch a ride out of the city
It we catch a case of summertime blues
Telephone all of the pretty girls you know
We don’t need nowhere to go
We can drive around all night long
I never meant to hurt you girl, you know
You never felt a winter quite so cold
But when the sun comes up,
I’ll still be around
Cause it’s summertime - Get down
I never meant to hurt you girl, you know
You never felt a winter quite so cold
But when the sun comes up,
I’ll still be around
Cause it’s summertime - Get down
Realization.
One of my key personality traits has always been my nonchalant criticism of those that I deem less fortunate.
Those that aren’t blessed with good genes, and I suppose good jeans, as well.
Of course, this makes me seem like a frigid bitch, who along with hating fat people, also crushes puppies up in my spinach salad and hates babies.
I prefer to think that I only hate children, babies are too small to hate.
However, I came to the realization today, during a long run, that perhaps I’ve been wrong all along. Insulting ugly, or fat, or less-fortunate people, though always known to bring laughs and chuckles, is the opposite of good moral behavior.
In fact, this very activity may be the core reason for my negative karma points.
I have a tendency to spend hours wondering, “why me?” or “poor, poor me” and, of course, other semi-dramatic undertones that, in fact, are worthless but are reoccurring nonetheless, but I never paused to wonder why I was so damn unhappy.
I am a very blessed girl. And i should be depicting my blessings in a more mature light. I would never so drastically change my personality so that all of my wit and jokes suddenly disappeared, but I need to stop criticizing others solely because I can.
Especially just because the intended person is not high on my approval list.
I believe the root of happiness is not spreading negative energy, it’s about being positive about yourself, and your surroundings. Even if your surroundings include those that do not fit your mental weight limit.
So, my realization is that if I want things in my life to go more positively, I need to act more positively. And insulting so-and-so for being fat, ugly, or unfortunate, is not going to make me seem or feel more attractive. Nor is it going to make me happier.
And, that’s all we’re really striving for in this world, right?
It is a pleasure to reblog Miss Dianna Argon herself! She looks beautiful with her short do! I wish I had the guts to chop off all of my hair.
