But makes for the heaviest sword"
-John Mayer
Posted by bri at 12:48 PM 0 comments
I wish i had a dollar for every teenager i have heard say that they don't care what others think about them. I assure you, this is an outright lie each and every time. I don't completely fault these people, however, because they may not be able to see their own self-consciousness. Self-consciousness is what gives adolescence its charm. And these feelings are important because they allow teens to recognize what is important to them. Would people that "don't care what anyone thinks about them" bother to worry about being kind? Would they dress in a certain style, follow customs, or aspire to find success in life.
Self-consciousness is inherent in human nature just as the will to survive is. One of the best parts of being a teen is watching the "rebels" break rules. Rebels try to not conform to society by doing things that others will think are wild. And this is the best part of rebellion. They do things that others will think are wild. hmmmm. seems to me that other people are considered in these acts. And then there are the stores to shop in for rebels. Can anything that is commercialized and marketed be considered rebellious? By buying these types of clothing our teens are simply joining the countless other rebellious teens. It's a hilarious predicament to watch.
I'm certain of one thing. I feel more alive as an adolescent than I have at any other time in my life. This is a time of questioning yourself. Even now I ask myself: will this inspire an argument?Will my peers think I'm smart or not? Is this more or less witty than what everyone else will blog?
So what should our youngsters do to be individuals? I don't have those kinds of answers. I would write more but I'm worried about what my classmates reading this will think of my ideas.
silly rabbit tricks are for kids
Posted by bri at 5:59 PM 0 comments
I am unsure of many things as I am constantly perplexed by the complexity of life...
I am unsure of:
Posted by bri at 5:43 PM 0 comments
what is time
and what are we
why does it seem time passes slowly
slowly slowly slowly
when we are waiting
waiting waiting waiting
but for what
like an itch
waiting irritates the soul
anxiety creeps into the subconscious
we know not what happens to us in reality
as our perception of time is skewed by our own apprehensions
our hearts wait while our souls,
fatigued with nervousness,
long for an understanding of what we are truly waiting for
for the anxiety to pass
for our hearts to overcome famine
for the freedom of insecurity
so why wait
when time passes regardless of our apprehensions
time is warped by our worries
warped by the ignorance in our hearts
and the longing in our eyes
Posted by bri at 5:29 PM 0 comments