I don't have anything to say today. I did. But I lost it a couple of hours ago, through the need of a pill that will make me not want to sleep all day.
So, I'll just do what I always do, eh?
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I have a kleptobession. With hats. Why?
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Have you ever wondered what you've done to someone? To make them...dislike you, lose respect for you, whatever it may be. This is the story of my life, and yours, and your sibling's.
Were you ever walking around the gym during PE in middle school, had a future meth-addict point at you and say, "I hate that girl" (even if you're a boy; especially if you're a boy)? I have.
But I'm (biologically) a girl, so it's not as weird.
We live in a strange world, kids. I'd leave it to everyone "judging a book by it's cover," but man, nowadays, they don't even bother checking out the cover half the time. We're all getting sized up. Seriously, I can't tell you how many times throughout the public school system I heard of people "hating" others...ones that they had never spoken to.
In one version of the story, it's due to reputation. Some guy screws a girl over, and sure, her friends are going to hate this guy whether they'd met him or not (or screw him, that is). That's what friends are supposed to do, I guess. You know. Have similar interests. Similar hates.
In the other version, though, I constantly see people claiming to hate one another for no reason. Maybe it's because they fit a certain group's description, like a friend of mine who hates hipsters, or Hitler hating the Jews. I guess that falls under reputation, kind of. I won't lie. I've thought about hating those teenagers that come to the movies on Friday and Saturday nights and cause a ruckus.
Sometimes, I guess it's just bad vibes. Someone forewarned me about a future roommate once, and this roommate probably didn't do anything to that person. It's our God-forsaken right to simply dislike someone.
Isn't it?
...isn't it?
Yeah. Yeah. If disliking someone makes you happy, albeit, you're on your pursuit (at least you have that government-forsaken right where I hail from). As long as you don't like...jump on them and pull a Mark Wahlberg in Fear and kick their ass for it. Actually, that's not really related, but my mother decided to get me some Lifetime movie at a garage sale and call it an early Christmas present. Makes me think she thinks I'm going to get in some abusive relationship like her, her bottle-feeding me all these LMN movies since I was a baby.
[To bracket a side note before a tangent, she should know better. I'd never stay with an abusive bitch. First strike, you're out, hoe. She should know by now I just keep dating losers anyways. Ha, people who've given me a reason to dislike them. Although, that's not totally true. Recently attempted to add the whopping three of them on Facebook. I think I'm more over their shit than they are, too, man. So I don't really dislike any of them that much (though I do find them all at least slightly pathetic, but that's more than not of the people I know, including myself [especially myself]). I've come to realize people are people, and we're young for a reason (to abuse our youth! and selves, so we can get wiser and stuff, right?). I enjoy watching people transform, as I seem to mention a lot. Best friends, family, and "significant" others are the best to do so with. Family knows you for forever, naturally. Best friends, you learn all about their past and spend future times with them. And those others, ha, you get that story in an hour (whether that's the entire and/or wholly truthful story is something else entirely), and go through phases as quick as possible: you meet them 'cause they're nice to you, date them 'cause they stay nice, dump them 'cause they're not, and if you're lucky, you can see that they still have lame troll profile pictures like the stuff they were into when you met, or they're an even bigger ass and won't add you at all ;); and maybe run into them several years down the road when you've got these beautiful kids and they've got AIDs. Transformations in a jiffy.]
Eh, back to haters hating, though.
We just don't give anyone a chance anymore.
I have this philosophy. (I have many of those.)
We could all get along, if we met each other at the right place, right time, under the right circumstances. Isn't that what happens with friendships and lovers anyways? Really, that was just your lucky draw. You could have had the same lucky draw with the person sitting next to you in your Writing Composition class, but the stars just weren't quite aligned.
Technically, we're all actually compatible. But because we're always so quick to judge, it doesn't always work out. All that person has to do is not hold the door open for you, or say thank you when you do. The goth and the cheerleader could've been best friends, until some simple misunderstanding and a cat fight to follow.
When you're in the perfect circumstances, anything could work out. Say you meet somebody in a speed-dating thing (a friend threatened to set me up with that, by the way), and you're...soul mates, or some shit. Perhaps one little thing could have changed it and you would have never seen them again. Say you just got out of a relationship and weren't ready (although for someone else that might would be exactly what you need). I don't know, I do know that I'm making no sense, and I'm not articulating this well.
My point that I can't back up is that no matter how different (or similar) two people are when you look at their charts, if the circumstances are just right, they match up.
But the circumstances aren't right, and you just got a speeding ticket which put you in a bad mood, so you just got a customer complaint from someone who, in another time/space continuum, could have been your best friend.
All that matters in this world is circumstance.
All that matters is chance.
Because you can't control circumstances.
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Which makes me think of something else.
You can't control people either. You can't control their choices. Your circumstances and theirs must line up for the best results.
I have learned that through trial and error. No matter how hard I will someone to do something, to say something...they don't.
Because life is not my story to write, apparently.
And you, you aren't my character.
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Wish I could write a blog without using the word(?) I for once.
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There's a lunar eclipse tonight, and I hope you see it.
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