I'm watching a movie right now with Ashton Kutcher and Michelle Pfeiffer in it, and it's on Lifetime. You know it's a good Lifetime movie when you can recognize the names of the people who are in it, let alone their faces. Ashton plays a depressed wrestler who gets revenge on the man who killed his twin sister.
He hasn't gotten violent or scary yet, but he's definitely a downer. Just now, I watched Ashton Kutcher's character stand up for a deaf boy that was getting the ass end of the stereotypical depiction of bullying: a crowd forms, chants start, and one asshole ends up being the ring leader, spitting out clever remarks like "retard" and "fucking freak."
Ashton, who is playing as Walter, watched for a minute and then decided to be the hero. Seemed like he calmed the waters until the deaf boy pulled out a gun.
There's a line we all need to be very careful of. With all this talk about bullying, we're all well aware of how treacherous bullies can be. ATTENTION TEACHERS and ADMINISTRATORS who happen to come across this post: Assholes will NOT go away. No matter how many assemblies, workshops, or punishments you give out to PREVENT bullying, it won't solve the problem. It's time to teach those who are victimized to stand up for themselves, and if this is ignored, then students who have been bullied will crack and end up being homicidal instead of suicidal. Pulling guns on bullies is not, by any means, okay; I liked that he stood up for himself, though, and if more kids learned how to grow a spine, we'd be out of this mess.
Let me clarify that I'm not blaming the victims for being bullied. Bullies suck, I would know (read more here). It's just pretty apparent by now, 11+++ suicides later, that telling assholes to be nice is not the solution.
Teach lessons on confidence building, teach self-defense, teach something worthwhile, for once. Because I'm sick of hearing, consistently it seems, that we've lost another one and you haven't woken up yet.
Those of you being bullied: Step out of the "victim" light and make the changes yourself. I don't think the board will get it for a while.
*S
Friday, October 15, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Theories, theories, theories.
Sitting in a room with good people, good times, good talk.
What do you people talk about when you're feeling like talking?
Is it meaningful?
Do you talk about Jersey Shore and any other media-infused wastes of energy?
I wonder if I'm easily misunderstood because only a handful of people will hold a substantial conversation with me, one that will produce an aftermath and make you crave more mind-stimulating activity.
I love to talk about aliens. Fucking. Love. Aliens. What's not to be insanely curious about? Let me define the term "Straight Up Ignorance" for you: the act in not believing the simple, undeniable fact that we are not the only "intelligent" (if you can call us that) beings in the unlimited expanse of the universe.
Erik Johnson, my confidant and colleague, who will be identified in this strange form of conversation with "( )," is one of few that has incredible insight on...well...stuff that matters.
Let's talk about the economy and how we're doomed, (no, not doomed...we're just temporarily f**ked ((am I allowed to swear?)), you know? We're enslaved by the imperialistic bourgeoisie) what the f*** is that? (The ruling class of the nation, the rich. The rich hold us back from living honest and decent lives, where everyone's basic needs are met. It's wage slavery. They're pushing to do anything they can for a dollar, and since the rich are in charge we're in some sort of trouble. We're destroying the planet.)
Let's organize.
Colleague Erik Johnson can talk all day about Communism, Socialism, Capitalism, etc.
-Where do you see our government going sire?
(It's going into a period of reaction, because the election of Barack Obama created a positive, progressive push in our society's structure. Which means it will be countered by a reactionary response. Like the Tea Party."
Professor in the house bitches.
Thoughts?
I want to talk about aliens.
Actually nevermind.
Isn't it interesting how most people aren't comfortable with listening to music without words? It's like, some people just feel compelled to be told something, like they're being reassured that they're still here. Still alive and vulnerable. It's like some people are sometimes so lonely that hearing music without words is like a constant reminder of how empty they are. What would our world come to if we were forced to think our own thoughts all the time instead of having on the radio or movie quotes to live by?
Not everyone's like that. I find it so empowering to listen to music without words. Ever notice how many songs you know every word to, even though you don't like them? Ever think there's a purpose to that? Who makes the decision to play "Over" 4 times within a 15 minute time block?
Why do radio announcers repeat the same thing so many times so that you can memorize every syllable and rhythm?
So many questions. It would be cool if I could get some feedback from someone.
Aliens and Egyptian Pyramids.
DaddyD joined in our conversation. He'll be labeled as "D," I will be "S," and Erik will be"E." Clearly.
D: Pyramids uh, the drawing that they have on the pyramids, connect with the stars and the drawings that they made in the sky, and that's how they got their directions and chiseled them into the pyramids so they knew where they were.
S: So what does that have to do with aliens? You know what's interesting though, is that Pyramids of Giza exactly aligned with Orien's Belt, to a T. in different countries around the world they had pyramids, in Mexico and Egypt for example, they had the same measurements and perimeters. There was no humanly possible way to communicate with civilizations around the world during that time.
*Mark enters*
M: I don't think it's possible for people to construct that shit. I don't get how it can align with Orien's Belt.
S: How do you think it happened?
D: Aliens!!!!
*Bryce*
B: Time travel, if it exists, has always existed.
S: Ha. I like that.
E: Time travel equals no aging. Travel 20 lightyears, you won't age a minute.
Smoke break.
<3SH
What do you people talk about when you're feeling like talking?
Is it meaningful?
Do you talk about Jersey Shore and any other media-infused wastes of energy?
I wonder if I'm easily misunderstood because only a handful of people will hold a substantial conversation with me, one that will produce an aftermath and make you crave more mind-stimulating activity.
I love to talk about aliens. Fucking. Love. Aliens. What's not to be insanely curious about? Let me define the term "Straight Up Ignorance" for you: the act in not believing the simple, undeniable fact that we are not the only "intelligent" (if you can call us that) beings in the unlimited expanse of the universe.
Erik Johnson, my confidant and colleague, who will be identified in this strange form of conversation with "( )," is one of few that has incredible insight on...well...stuff that matters.
Let's talk about the economy and how we're doomed, (no, not doomed...we're just temporarily f**ked ((am I allowed to swear?)), you know? We're enslaved by the imperialistic bourgeoisie) what the f*** is that? (The ruling class of the nation, the rich. The rich hold us back from living honest and decent lives, where everyone's basic needs are met. It's wage slavery. They're pushing to do anything they can for a dollar, and since the rich are in charge we're in some sort of trouble. We're destroying the planet.)
Let's organize.
Colleague Erik Johnson can talk all day about Communism, Socialism, Capitalism, etc.
-Where do you see our government going sire?
(It's going into a period of reaction, because the election of Barack Obama created a positive, progressive push in our society's structure. Which means it will be countered by a reactionary response. Like the Tea Party."
Professor in the house bitches.
Thoughts?
I want to talk about aliens.
Actually nevermind.
Isn't it interesting how most people aren't comfortable with listening to music without words? It's like, some people just feel compelled to be told something, like they're being reassured that they're still here. Still alive and vulnerable. It's like some people are sometimes so lonely that hearing music without words is like a constant reminder of how empty they are. What would our world come to if we were forced to think our own thoughts all the time instead of having on the radio or movie quotes to live by?
Not everyone's like that. I find it so empowering to listen to music without words. Ever notice how many songs you know every word to, even though you don't like them? Ever think there's a purpose to that? Who makes the decision to play "Over" 4 times within a 15 minute time block?
Why do radio announcers repeat the same thing so many times so that you can memorize every syllable and rhythm?
So many questions. It would be cool if I could get some feedback from someone.
Aliens and Egyptian Pyramids.
DaddyD joined in our conversation. He'll be labeled as "D," I will be "S," and Erik will be"E." Clearly.
D: Pyramids uh, the drawing that they have on the pyramids, connect with the stars and the drawings that they made in the sky, and that's how they got their directions and chiseled them into the pyramids so they knew where they were.
S: So what does that have to do with aliens? You know what's interesting though, is that Pyramids of Giza exactly aligned with Orien's Belt, to a T. in different countries around the world they had pyramids, in Mexico and Egypt for example, they had the same measurements and perimeters. There was no humanly possible way to communicate with civilizations around the world during that time.
*Mark enters*
M: I don't think it's possible for people to construct that shit. I don't get how it can align with Orien's Belt.
S: How do you think it happened?
D: Aliens!!!!
*Bryce*
B: Time travel, if it exists, has always existed.
S: Ha. I like that.
E: Time travel equals no aging. Travel 20 lightyears, you won't age a minute.
Smoke break.
<3SH
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I bet I can ramble and still keep your attention
My last post was back in the summer, and since then, there's been every reason in the world to pick it back up. I just haven't gotten around to it, and thanks to school projects like this nine-page memoir I need to be finishing right now, consistency doesn't look promising. It's such a shame to not have enough time in the day to do what you love, you know?
I'll come right out and tell you that there's no specific point to this post. Just random thoughts that I need to untangle from my head before I drive myself crazy.
1. The rain. What's not to love about the rain? So what if the beach or a jog are out of the question? The rain gives me the time to think. It slows things down, makes you absorb the life you've built around yourself. Rain is fresh, new, natural, amazing. It inspires me so much, pushes me to a point that sometimes, I don't know if sunshine can get the same depth out of me. Am I crazy?
2. Joyriding. Again, the inspiration. It's everywhere whenever I drive for no reason. Just imagine joyriding in the rain...I give myself chills when I break through to a new idea just because I happened to look at a random something on my way to nowhere. It's the best when driving alone: Nothing but music and thoughts to occupy the time. That sounds pretty terrible to some people, I can imagine.
3. Dreams. I have my dreams, and I have my intentions on seeing them through. Clearly, I want to be a writer, a novelist, an author, whatever. Where's the job security in that? If you find any, let me know. I better be damn good at writing stories if I ever want to keep a roof over my head. To all you doctors and lawyers out there: I hope you find joy in spending your entire lives in your professions. Really. I know I'll never belong in the corporate world, like I literally just couldn't do that with my life. So, my writing is my only ticket. You docs and DA's have it a lot easier than I do, but you can bet I'll make it eventually.
4. Colorado. Perfection. I'll fall in love with something about Colorado that will help me make a home for myself. Really, what's not to love about the west?
and
5. Time. Whether you're stressing, crying, grieving, anything...it won't pass the test of time. Wait it out, be around good people, laugh, and meet new friends. Turn a new leaf. Hurt first...then heal. Easier said than done? Absolutely. But it can be done. Time is our own personal mechanism for creating change. When you look at it that way, it's pretty awesome.
My rambling is done and I still haven't found what I needed to finish my memoir. Oh well, maybe tomorrow my thoughts will be more together...I'll go play in the rain or something...
<3SH
I'll come right out and tell you that there's no specific point to this post. Just random thoughts that I need to untangle from my head before I drive myself crazy.
1. The rain. What's not to love about the rain? So what if the beach or a jog are out of the question? The rain gives me the time to think. It slows things down, makes you absorb the life you've built around yourself. Rain is fresh, new, natural, amazing. It inspires me so much, pushes me to a point that sometimes, I don't know if sunshine can get the same depth out of me. Am I crazy?
2. Joyriding. Again, the inspiration. It's everywhere whenever I drive for no reason. Just imagine joyriding in the rain...I give myself chills when I break through to a new idea just because I happened to look at a random something on my way to nowhere. It's the best when driving alone: Nothing but music and thoughts to occupy the time. That sounds pretty terrible to some people, I can imagine.
3. Dreams. I have my dreams, and I have my intentions on seeing them through. Clearly, I want to be a writer, a novelist, an author, whatever. Where's the job security in that? If you find any, let me know. I better be damn good at writing stories if I ever want to keep a roof over my head. To all you doctors and lawyers out there: I hope you find joy in spending your entire lives in your professions. Really. I know I'll never belong in the corporate world, like I literally just couldn't do that with my life. So, my writing is my only ticket. You docs and DA's have it a lot easier than I do, but you can bet I'll make it eventually.
4. Colorado. Perfection. I'll fall in love with something about Colorado that will help me make a home for myself. Really, what's not to love about the west?
and
5. Time. Whether you're stressing, crying, grieving, anything...it won't pass the test of time. Wait it out, be around good people, laugh, and meet new friends. Turn a new leaf. Hurt first...then heal. Easier said than done? Absolutely. But it can be done. Time is our own personal mechanism for creating change. When you look at it that way, it's pretty awesome.
My rambling is done and I still haven't found what I needed to finish my memoir. Oh well, maybe tomorrow my thoughts will be more together...I'll go play in the rain or something...
<3SH
Monday, July 19, 2010
Who tells you how to think?
“It is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.” -Anonymous
"All good things come to an end." -Psalm 119:96
"If it seems too good to be true, it is." -Common proverb
"Everything comes to him who waits." -Another common proverb
And finally, “The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.” -Chuck Palahniuk
These quotes may or may not be familiar to you, but either way they make an impact on how you think. Am I right? How often do you go to Google to look up inspirational quotes for one reason or another, and then consequently feel inspired? It's like magic: Someone creates a catchy five-word phrase and it then gets used as often as toilet paper. Not only that, but the more often it's used, the stronger it becomes. Why? Who gives these words their power? Why are they more influential than most laws in our society?
Let's take a step back for a second and really look at the quotes I posted. The two common proverbs (and the Bible quote) are probably the only ones you guys have heard numerous times. My personal take on these sayings is one of disbelief; first of all, if it seems too good to be true, maybe it really is just that good and your definition of "truth" needs to be changed. Secondly, if everything came to those who waited, nobody would have anything. I get the concept, "patience is a virtue," blah blah blah. But really: Everything comes to those who go after what they want. Everything comes to those who have goals and have the courage to go after them. How many people do you know that have wanted something and said "I think I'm just gonna wait to see if I get it..." ? I guarantee they never got what they wanted by waiting around for it to land on their doorstep. Unless they had it priority shipped.
Now, how about that Bible quote? Nothing against the Bible, but the phrase "All good things come to an end" isn't just depressing but also misleading. Okay, just to clarify, the actual Bible quote states "All things come to an end," which is absolutely true. The general public added in the "good" part just to make it a stronger quotation. Stronger, yes. Pessimistic, absolutely. Factual, absolutely not. This quote sends the message that if you have something good, don't get used to it because it'll be gone soon enough. Sorry, but I choose to live my life in a way that appreciates all things good and bad, and even the bad things can be looked at in a good light. Therefore, for me, no good things come to an end. I have all the "good" in the world. Lucky me, right?
Onto the longer, less famous quotes. The first one up there suggests that the world we live in, the reality we're submersed in, is nothing to be happy about. When I say "happy" I'm referring to the "delusion" in the quotation. Please. The world you live in is exactly what you make of it, however deluded or giddy or terrible or fantastic you want it to be. There's no bottom line here. People say "reality sucks" or "welcome to the real world" like life is made for failure and impossibilities. Ugh.
The last quote makes me pretty angry. Who are you, Chuck Palahniuk, to say that love doesn't really exist or last? I thought I was a cynic but this takes it to the next level. Do people not fall in love? Do we not have successful and lengthy relationships with those who love us back? Sure, sometimes the answer is "yes" and often times the answer may be "no." Love in its purest form is hard to come by, of course. And some people may always be chasing after those who don't have mutual feelings, but that doesn't mean this quote is love's law. Time to get over it, Chuck, because love isn't about the chase.
My point is, really read and think about what you're believing in. It all depends on your take on the quote, but try to make it a positive perspective. And just because someone says "you know what they say...", don't buy into it. "They" can't tell you what to do. Actually, no one can. Not even my blogs. Catchphrases that have a nice ring to them are about as valuable as gold-plated jewelry: Fun to look at for a second, but all in all, they're just cheap and fake. Do what you want, live your life by your own rules, and love every second of it.
Smile today,
Shannon
"All good things come to an end." -Psalm 119:96
"If it seems too good to be true, it is." -Common proverb
"Everything comes to him who waits." -Another common proverb
And finally, “The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.” -Chuck Palahniuk
These quotes may or may not be familiar to you, but either way they make an impact on how you think. Am I right? How often do you go to Google to look up inspirational quotes for one reason or another, and then consequently feel inspired? It's like magic: Someone creates a catchy five-word phrase and it then gets used as often as toilet paper. Not only that, but the more often it's used, the stronger it becomes. Why? Who gives these words their power? Why are they more influential than most laws in our society?
Let's take a step back for a second and really look at the quotes I posted. The two common proverbs (and the Bible quote) are probably the only ones you guys have heard numerous times. My personal take on these sayings is one of disbelief; first of all, if it seems too good to be true, maybe it really is just that good and your definition of "truth" needs to be changed. Secondly, if everything came to those who waited, nobody would have anything. I get the concept, "patience is a virtue," blah blah blah. But really: Everything comes to those who go after what they want. Everything comes to those who have goals and have the courage to go after them. How many people do you know that have wanted something and said "I think I'm just gonna wait to see if I get it..." ? I guarantee they never got what they wanted by waiting around for it to land on their doorstep. Unless they had it priority shipped.
Now, how about that Bible quote? Nothing against the Bible, but the phrase "All good things come to an end" isn't just depressing but also misleading. Okay, just to clarify, the actual Bible quote states "All things come to an end," which is absolutely true. The general public added in the "good" part just to make it a stronger quotation. Stronger, yes. Pessimistic, absolutely. Factual, absolutely not. This quote sends the message that if you have something good, don't get used to it because it'll be gone soon enough. Sorry, but I choose to live my life in a way that appreciates all things good and bad, and even the bad things can be looked at in a good light. Therefore, for me, no good things come to an end. I have all the "good" in the world. Lucky me, right?
Onto the longer, less famous quotes. The first one up there suggests that the world we live in, the reality we're submersed in, is nothing to be happy about. When I say "happy" I'm referring to the "delusion" in the quotation. Please. The world you live in is exactly what you make of it, however deluded or giddy or terrible or fantastic you want it to be. There's no bottom line here. People say "reality sucks" or "welcome to the real world" like life is made for failure and impossibilities. Ugh.
The last quote makes me pretty angry. Who are you, Chuck Palahniuk, to say that love doesn't really exist or last? I thought I was a cynic but this takes it to the next level. Do people not fall in love? Do we not have successful and lengthy relationships with those who love us back? Sure, sometimes the answer is "yes" and often times the answer may be "no." Love in its purest form is hard to come by, of course. And some people may always be chasing after those who don't have mutual feelings, but that doesn't mean this quote is love's law. Time to get over it, Chuck, because love isn't about the chase.
My point is, really read and think about what you're believing in. It all depends on your take on the quote, but try to make it a positive perspective. And just because someone says "you know what they say...", don't buy into it. "They" can't tell you what to do. Actually, no one can. Not even my blogs. Catchphrases that have a nice ring to them are about as valuable as gold-plated jewelry: Fun to look at for a second, but all in all, they're just cheap and fake. Do what you want, live your life by your own rules, and love every second of it.
Smile today,
Shannon
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Read me!
Hello everyone, yes I'm still writing my blogs. I've just been a little busy lately, please forgive me :-). I have another sample piece I'd like to show you guys so pretty please take the time to read it. Someone gave me a prompt to write a Sci-Fi story about Jupiter; this is what I came up with. I promise, I know a thing or two about writing an interesting story...
Take me there!
Tomorrow I'll have a new blog posted so keep reading.
Make today a great day. You have the power to do so.
*Shannon*
Take me there!
Tomorrow I'll have a new blog posted so keep reading.
Make today a great day. You have the power to do so.
*Shannon*
Saturday, July 10, 2010
The customer is usually wrong
Today I feel like talking about something I'm sure we all know in some way or another, something we've all hated at one point, and something that could surely serve purpose in the character-building department: The service industry.
I don't get it. How can people be blatantly rude to those that are essentially their servants? I've worked in restaurants for the past three years and I must say, I've had my share of people-hating because of how unpleasant they can be. It was a pretty big share, too. Even those of you who work as cashiers, customer service reps, teachers, anything involving people-to-people interaction know what I'm talking about. You've undoubtedly encountered the cream of the crop when it comes to rudeness.
Don't get me wrong, I actually really love people. It's almost therapeutic for me to have a conversation with a friendly stranger. Those genuinely considerate and appreciative people are the ones that make our jobs worthwhile...however, it doesn't make our jobs any easier.
Why do you think some people are so mean to their servers, whether they be cashiers or teachers or whoever performs any kind of service for them? Why wouldn't they act grateful for having the authority to order someone around? That's just it: Authority. They think that because they're paying for your services, they have the right, for an hour or even a second, to completely forget about manners and cordiality and anything else pertaining to niceness. Which is fine as long as you, the servant, realize that it's not you that they're really expressing anger towards.
When someone is being ridiculously vile towards you while you're in servant mode, my experience has taught me that you need to just smile and nod. You've done nothing to deserve this condescending treatment, correct? Well, then they're acting out on their own frustrations and sadness through someone completely outside of the situation, who happens to be you. Yes, it's discouraging. Yes, I've wanted to hit some people that have made my nights a living Hell. But at the end of the shift, the situation is either forgotten about or is made into a great story to tell later on.
So, when you come across someone who is a complete ass to you, just remember to not take it personally. Maybe it's easier said than done for most people...I know it took me a couple of years in the restaurant industry to learn that. And I still get pretty angry when I have a table that makes my night way more difficult than it should be. Just keep in mind that, if they're acting this way towards a complete stranger who is performing a service for them, their lives must really suck in some ways. Smile back at their scowls, take a deep breath, and resume your positive lifestyle. In that way alone, you've already won.
And don't forget to tip your servers 20%.
Thank you, come again;
Shannon
I don't get it. How can people be blatantly rude to those that are essentially their servants? I've worked in restaurants for the past three years and I must say, I've had my share of people-hating because of how unpleasant they can be. It was a pretty big share, too. Even those of you who work as cashiers, customer service reps, teachers, anything involving people-to-people interaction know what I'm talking about. You've undoubtedly encountered the cream of the crop when it comes to rudeness.
Don't get me wrong, I actually really love people. It's almost therapeutic for me to have a conversation with a friendly stranger. Those genuinely considerate and appreciative people are the ones that make our jobs worthwhile...however, it doesn't make our jobs any easier.
Why do you think some people are so mean to their servers, whether they be cashiers or teachers or whoever performs any kind of service for them? Why wouldn't they act grateful for having the authority to order someone around? That's just it: Authority. They think that because they're paying for your services, they have the right, for an hour or even a second, to completely forget about manners and cordiality and anything else pertaining to niceness. Which is fine as long as you, the servant, realize that it's not you that they're really expressing anger towards.
When someone is being ridiculously vile towards you while you're in servant mode, my experience has taught me that you need to just smile and nod. You've done nothing to deserve this condescending treatment, correct? Well, then they're acting out on their own frustrations and sadness through someone completely outside of the situation, who happens to be you. Yes, it's discouraging. Yes, I've wanted to hit some people that have made my nights a living Hell. But at the end of the shift, the situation is either forgotten about or is made into a great story to tell later on.
So, when you come across someone who is a complete ass to you, just remember to not take it personally. Maybe it's easier said than done for most people...I know it took me a couple of years in the restaurant industry to learn that. And I still get pretty angry when I have a table that makes my night way more difficult than it should be. Just keep in mind that, if they're acting this way towards a complete stranger who is performing a service for them, their lives must really suck in some ways. Smile back at their scowls, take a deep breath, and resume your positive lifestyle. In that way alone, you've already won.
And don't forget to tip your servers 20%.
Thank you, come again;
Shannon
Friday, July 9, 2010
My passion--I even spelled it out for you
LeBron drama ruined the shock value of my posting yesterday so I decided to wait until today to post a new one. Today's post is a little different than normal.
Below is a sample of my fiction writing from last year. I can see where I need improvement just from this piece, but I'd like to hear what you guys have to say about it. It's the very, very beginning (like before the first chapter even starts) of my debut novel so I hope you enjoy and crave some more when you're done. :-)
P.S.- If you have any comments, do it on this blog, not the Xanga one. I created that account for the sole purpose of showing my sample story.
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Take me there!
Below is a sample of my fiction writing from last year. I can see where I need improvement just from this piece, but I'd like to hear what you guys have to say about it. It's the very, very beginning (like before the first chapter even starts) of my debut novel so I hope you enjoy and crave some more when you're done. :-)
P.S.- If you have any comments, do it on this blog, not the Xanga one. I created that account for the sole purpose of showing my sample story.
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Take me there!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Do you love your life enough?
The sun is shining once again. Are we really in Ohio?
Really, take note at how many gorgeous, flawless days we've had recently. This summer is nearly perfect besides the fact that it's blisteringly hot outside. Do you appreciate it? Are you one of the people who complains about how Ohio weather sucks, and then you stay inside and play Call of Duty? Maybe it's time to give up modern technology for a day or so to take in the natural perfection outside.
For that matter, maybe it's time to take a look at all of your surroundings and note how much of it you really appreciate. I bet some of you who are unhappy and bitter have some really positive points about your life. In fact, if you took the time to focus on those positive points instead of what makes you unhappy and bitter, maybe you could lose the negativity. Wouldn't that be nice?
Today, try having an attitude where you appreciate everything. I'm saying, everything. Notice how good your breakfast tastes--take in the flavor and love every second of it. Don't complain about having to walk somewhere far; someone you know has no legs. Love your house, no matter how small; some of your peers might not have one. Be glad you have the luxury of eating full meals; there are starving children in your city. Thank your parents for putting up with all your irritating tendencies over the past twenty years; some people don't have parents. Thank your friends for supporting you; some people don't understand how important that is. Thank your boss for yelling at you; some people don't have a job. Thank me for pointing out that, no matter how terrible you think things are, you have it a lot better off than a lot of people out there; some people come to this realization only when it's too late.
Don't make the mistake of taking your life for granted. You only get this one, so utilize your happiness by taking in and really appreciating what it is in your life that is beautiful. If you start now, you won't regret it when it's gone.
You're all appreciated,
Shannon
Really, take note at how many gorgeous, flawless days we've had recently. This summer is nearly perfect besides the fact that it's blisteringly hot outside. Do you appreciate it? Are you one of the people who complains about how Ohio weather sucks, and then you stay inside and play Call of Duty? Maybe it's time to give up modern technology for a day or so to take in the natural perfection outside.
For that matter, maybe it's time to take a look at all of your surroundings and note how much of it you really appreciate. I bet some of you who are unhappy and bitter have some really positive points about your life. In fact, if you took the time to focus on those positive points instead of what makes you unhappy and bitter, maybe you could lose the negativity. Wouldn't that be nice?
Today, try having an attitude where you appreciate everything. I'm saying, everything. Notice how good your breakfast tastes--take in the flavor and love every second of it. Don't complain about having to walk somewhere far; someone you know has no legs. Love your house, no matter how small; some of your peers might not have one. Be glad you have the luxury of eating full meals; there are starving children in your city. Thank your parents for putting up with all your irritating tendencies over the past twenty years; some people don't have parents. Thank your friends for supporting you; some people don't understand how important that is. Thank your boss for yelling at you; some people don't have a job. Thank me for pointing out that, no matter how terrible you think things are, you have it a lot better off than a lot of people out there; some people come to this realization only when it's too late.
Don't make the mistake of taking your life for granted. You only get this one, so utilize your happiness by taking in and really appreciating what it is in your life that is beautiful. If you start now, you won't regret it when it's gone.
You're all appreciated,
Shannon
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Love thy neighbor (only if they love you back)
Another beautiful day in Northeast Ohio.
Because of this beautiful day, my post is going to be skin and bones. I'll publish another one later tonight for those of my devout followers. I really just want to say one or two things pertaining to the value of friendship.
I have 263 friends on Facebook and only a handful of substantial friends in real life. In high school it was always the most important thing to be popular and have the most friends, but hopefully maturity will make you realize that it's simply unrealistic to have that many real, true friends. And if you've never been in a situation that will prove that to you, I can only hope you see it coming.
A moment of crisis is a pretty good way to sift out the good ones from the bad ones. Something really terrible may happen to you that puts you in a not-so-good light and half of your "friends" may very easily drop off like flies. It'll be those that stick around and see past the negativity that are worth your while. Even subtle signs of loyalty can really prove their friend-value. I've had my share of transparent people I'd once referred to as friends; I've also come across some really great people that, if it weren't for an eye-opening moment of truth, I never would have realized their true worth.
Those loyal individuals make it worth the hurt and betrayal in the long run. So I just want to take the time to thank those of you who have stuck with me throughout the years, proving that you're not some scumbags who don't value the meaning of friendship. You guys are few and far between. And I sincerely hope that you see a true friend in me as well.
You can't do it alone; true friends are what make the day worthwhile and the struggle worth enduring. So, if you know the core meaning of friendship already, congratulations. It'll only get better from here. If not, I hope your moment of crisis isn't too hard on you...but if it is, just know that you'll find a real friend in there somewhere. Embrace them and be happy that you've found substance in someone.
Have a beautiful day everyone. Thanks again.
Shannon
Because of this beautiful day, my post is going to be skin and bones. I'll publish another one later tonight for those of my devout followers. I really just want to say one or two things pertaining to the value of friendship.
I have 263 friends on Facebook and only a handful of substantial friends in real life. In high school it was always the most important thing to be popular and have the most friends, but hopefully maturity will make you realize that it's simply unrealistic to have that many real, true friends. And if you've never been in a situation that will prove that to you, I can only hope you see it coming.
A moment of crisis is a pretty good way to sift out the good ones from the bad ones. Something really terrible may happen to you that puts you in a not-so-good light and half of your "friends" may very easily drop off like flies. It'll be those that stick around and see past the negativity that are worth your while. Even subtle signs of loyalty can really prove their friend-value. I've had my share of transparent people I'd once referred to as friends; I've also come across some really great people that, if it weren't for an eye-opening moment of truth, I never would have realized their true worth.
Those loyal individuals make it worth the hurt and betrayal in the long run. So I just want to take the time to thank those of you who have stuck with me throughout the years, proving that you're not some scumbags who don't value the meaning of friendship. You guys are few and far between. And I sincerely hope that you see a true friend in me as well.
You can't do it alone; true friends are what make the day worthwhile and the struggle worth enduring. So, if you know the core meaning of friendship already, congratulations. It'll only get better from here. If not, I hope your moment of crisis isn't too hard on you...but if it is, just know that you'll find a real friend in there somewhere. Embrace them and be happy that you've found substance in someone.
Have a beautiful day everyone. Thanks again.
Shannon
Monday, July 5, 2010
Red, White, and Racism
Good morning and happy belated birthday, America. Land of the free, where we're all equal and happy and everyone gets along...right?
I have a couple of things on my mind today. Throughout the festivities of the holiday yesterday, I feel like I saw more racial diversity than I've ever seen in Northeast Ohio. I've recently come across some individuals who probably wouldn't approve of that fact, which shows that racism is still very alive in our oh-so-free America.
This genuinely upsets me. What gives any of you the right to stereotype and judge someone based on physical characteristics pertaining to race? And what is it about human nature that keeps racism an abundant factor in our social hierarchy since the beginning of time? Some people today blame it on the fact that they were brought up in racism so they "can't help it." No. As I stressed in my last post, you can "help" everything you encounter.
Here's something I picked up on yesterday while I was happily surrounded by a colorful myriad of human beings. At the beach, I walked by an Asian dad with his beautiful daughter and all they were doing was laughing. I didn't even know they were Asian until I turned around to see what was going on. As I was focused on my feet hurting from walking on the massive debris and rocks in the sand, a family of Mexicans started laughing hysterically because the youngest child dropped his hot dog. I don't necessarily see the humor in that, but the fact that they were all laughing and glowing made me realize...every single race has something huge in common. Something none of us can go a day without, something every one of us can understand, and something that can potentially bring us all together: Laughter.
We all love to laugh. We're all fluent in the language of laughing. It's the one thing we all have in common, which brings me to the point that in some way, we are equals. In that one way, we're in it together.
Anatomically speaking, there's really no reason for us to judge and discriminate. If we were all blind and deaf, there wouldn't be any such thing as "race." It's undeniable that there are people that are clearly different from what you see in the mirror, but why do we have to hold that against them? In my opinion, I like to consider us all one race with subdivisions of varying cultures. Stereotypes, however accurate or inaccurate, fuel the fire for racism--but that's exactly what they are. Stereotypes. We shouldn't blame a nation for the actions of an individual, but that's exactly what people do best.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that racism could be avoided. It will never be, but it could be. If only human nature was completely different. So, next time you see someone of a different race and think bad thoughts, just remember: They might laugh more than you do. So who's really worse off?
Smile a little,
Shannon
I have a couple of things on my mind today. Throughout the festivities of the holiday yesterday, I feel like I saw more racial diversity than I've ever seen in Northeast Ohio. I've recently come across some individuals who probably wouldn't approve of that fact, which shows that racism is still very alive in our oh-so-free America.
This genuinely upsets me. What gives any of you the right to stereotype and judge someone based on physical characteristics pertaining to race? And what is it about human nature that keeps racism an abundant factor in our social hierarchy since the beginning of time? Some people today blame it on the fact that they were brought up in racism so they "can't help it." No. As I stressed in my last post, you can "help" everything you encounter.
Here's something I picked up on yesterday while I was happily surrounded by a colorful myriad of human beings. At the beach, I walked by an Asian dad with his beautiful daughter and all they were doing was laughing. I didn't even know they were Asian until I turned around to see what was going on. As I was focused on my feet hurting from walking on the massive debris and rocks in the sand, a family of Mexicans started laughing hysterically because the youngest child dropped his hot dog. I don't necessarily see the humor in that, but the fact that they were all laughing and glowing made me realize...every single race has something huge in common. Something none of us can go a day without, something every one of us can understand, and something that can potentially bring us all together: Laughter.
We all love to laugh. We're all fluent in the language of laughing. It's the one thing we all have in common, which brings me to the point that in some way, we are equals. In that one way, we're in it together.
Anatomically speaking, there's really no reason for us to judge and discriminate. If we were all blind and deaf, there wouldn't be any such thing as "race." It's undeniable that there are people that are clearly different from what you see in the mirror, but why do we have to hold that against them? In my opinion, I like to consider us all one race with subdivisions of varying cultures. Stereotypes, however accurate or inaccurate, fuel the fire for racism--but that's exactly what they are. Stereotypes. We shouldn't blame a nation for the actions of an individual, but that's exactly what people do best.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that racism could be avoided. It will never be, but it could be. If only human nature was completely different. So, next time you see someone of a different race and think bad thoughts, just remember: They might laugh more than you do. So who's really worse off?
Smile a little,
Shannon
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Wake up and smell the power
In contrast to my post last night, this one will hopefully be a little uplifting. And will prove that I'm really not "struggling" or "depressed" or anything like that, as some have told me I've sounded. I'm just a little bit cynical at times, that's all.
Anyways.
I like to consider myself the white, female, non-rapper version of a rapper. They say what they want and flaunt their financial freedom, all while saying "get money, hoes, clothes, cars, and F the world."
Now, I don't have much when it comes to financial freedom. Or hoes. But I do do what I want and say what I want while subliminally telling the rest of the world to go screw themselves if they have a problem with it. It takes a lot to get to this point so I'm proud of my white rapper girl attitude.
Speaking of, what is instilled in you guys that makes you automatically fear others? You need to realize...in your life, you have all the power. All of it. Not just what comes out of your mouth, but everything pertaining to your experiences while you're breathing and walking. Some instances are out of your control, sure--but it's the way you deal with them that gives you power. Reactions are just as important as the initial action because one can't happen without the other. Okay, look: I know better than anyone how much easier it is and how much instant gratification I get when I play the victim in the situation. That way it's never my fault, it's because of everything around me that I feel a certain way. Well, that's not only completely false but it also gets old. As my mom loves to tell me, snap out of your "poor, poor pitiful me" attitude. You'll get nowhere. Trust me. Time to take control of your own life and say "F you world, I have the power."
Those of you who don't agree could have the Poor Poor Pitiful Me syndrome. And that's fine, I feel you on everything you're arguing because I've been there. I'm kind of still there. But just knowing that my life is in my hands makes me excited, and what's better than that? Isn't that what we all crave? Besides love and sex and money, of course. Excitement is definitely in the top five.
So if you hate your job, husband, wife, the color of your hair (skin is a little out of your reach, unless you pull an MJ...sorry), whatever it is...change it. Stop whining and wake up to the notion that if you started it, you can end it and start something new. Those "buts" and "what ifs" are what drive you to your local dive bar to cry and complain about stuff they really don't care about. In fact, if they could, they'd probably say exactly what you're reading now. So take this as a PSA: If you're unhappy, do something about it. Stop making excuses for yourself. You made yourself unhappy and you can just as easily take that 180 and be happy. Is it a process? Yes. Revelations like these don't just ripen overnight. But I promise, it's worth the wait.
Point blank: You've got the power. Now use it.
Stay strong,
Shannon
Anyways.
I like to consider myself the white, female, non-rapper version of a rapper. They say what they want and flaunt their financial freedom, all while saying "get money, hoes, clothes, cars, and F the world."
Now, I don't have much when it comes to financial freedom. Or hoes. But I do do what I want and say what I want while subliminally telling the rest of the world to go screw themselves if they have a problem with it. It takes a lot to get to this point so I'm proud of my white rapper girl attitude.
Speaking of, what is instilled in you guys that makes you automatically fear others? You need to realize...in your life, you have all the power. All of it. Not just what comes out of your mouth, but everything pertaining to your experiences while you're breathing and walking. Some instances are out of your control, sure--but it's the way you deal with them that gives you power. Reactions are just as important as the initial action because one can't happen without the other. Okay, look: I know better than anyone how much easier it is and how much instant gratification I get when I play the victim in the situation. That way it's never my fault, it's because of everything around me that I feel a certain way. Well, that's not only completely false but it also gets old. As my mom loves to tell me, snap out of your "poor, poor pitiful me" attitude. You'll get nowhere. Trust me. Time to take control of your own life and say "F you world, I have the power."
Those of you who don't agree could have the Poor Poor Pitiful Me syndrome. And that's fine, I feel you on everything you're arguing because I've been there. I'm kind of still there. But just knowing that my life is in my hands makes me excited, and what's better than that? Isn't that what we all crave? Besides love and sex and money, of course. Excitement is definitely in the top five.
So if you hate your job, husband, wife, the color of your hair (skin is a little out of your reach, unless you pull an MJ...sorry), whatever it is...change it. Stop whining and wake up to the notion that if you started it, you can end it and start something new. Those "buts" and "what ifs" are what drive you to your local dive bar to cry and complain about stuff they really don't care about. In fact, if they could, they'd probably say exactly what you're reading now. So take this as a PSA: If you're unhappy, do something about it. Stop making excuses for yourself. You made yourself unhappy and you can just as easily take that 180 and be happy. Is it a process? Yes. Revelations like these don't just ripen overnight. But I promise, it's worth the wait.
Point blank: You've got the power. Now use it.
Stay strong,
Shannon
Friday, July 2, 2010
2012 coming early?
2010.
How many of you have had the worst, most difficult, and most emotionally tantalizing year thus far? Not even bad, but just...uneasy. Uneasy as in not content, wishy-washy, anxiety-attack-on-the-way uneasy. This year I've wanted change so badly it hurt. I can't pinpoint exactly why, though. It seems to be "the year" for everyone. I know it sounds terrible, but I feel better knowing that I'm not the only one that the world's out to get. Actually it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that most of the people I know have been pushed to their limits this year and it's only summer. At this point, winter 2010 in Ohio sounds like Armageddon in the making.
If any of you are on the same rollercoaster as I am, I want to hear about it. Go comment-crazy, I beg you.
PS- this doesn't really count as an official blog. Just last minute late night thoughts that I figure could relate to my loving peers.
Take cover,
Shannon
How many of you have had the worst, most difficult, and most emotionally tantalizing year thus far? Not even bad, but just...uneasy. Uneasy as in not content, wishy-washy, anxiety-attack-on-the-way uneasy. This year I've wanted change so badly it hurt. I can't pinpoint exactly why, though. It seems to be "the year" for everyone. I know it sounds terrible, but I feel better knowing that I'm not the only one that the world's out to get. Actually it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that most of the people I know have been pushed to their limits this year and it's only summer. At this point, winter 2010 in Ohio sounds like Armageddon in the making.
If any of you are on the same rollercoaster as I am, I want to hear about it. Go comment-crazy, I beg you.
PS- this doesn't really count as an official blog. Just last minute late night thoughts that I figure could relate to my loving peers.
Take cover,
Shannon
Time to get aroused, Ohio
Day one, post one, and I'll start out by saying this: Happiness and great sex are one in the same.
Agree? Disagree? I'm undecided. There are so many angles that can be taken on this that I'm not sure if I really care that much. But I do know that those who have great, passionate sex are probably a hell of a lot happier than I am right now. Kudos to you.
But what about those of you who have mind-blowing sex with someone you just broke up with? Or had a mind-blowing relationship and the sex was great but something....something was missing. Were you happy in that void for an hour or so? Once the sex high was gone, did you feel like you just internally fell down an elevator shaft and broke every heart string you once had? That feeling, just for a second, proves that happiness and great sex aren't equals. If you do it right, though, it'll sure help. Ask Cosmo.
I'd like to take this moment to point out the irony in the title of my blog and the subject matter. Little hints like these will show my standpoint on plenty of issues that I'll be discussing, so stay tuned. Short post today, so take the time to comment.
As Peter Griffin would say, The Bird is the Word.
Out-
Shannon.
Agree? Disagree? I'm undecided. There are so many angles that can be taken on this that I'm not sure if I really care that much. But I do know that those who have great, passionate sex are probably a hell of a lot happier than I am right now. Kudos to you.
But what about those of you who have mind-blowing sex with someone you just broke up with? Or had a mind-blowing relationship and the sex was great but something....something was missing. Were you happy in that void for an hour or so? Once the sex high was gone, did you feel like you just internally fell down an elevator shaft and broke every heart string you once had? That feeling, just for a second, proves that happiness and great sex aren't equals. If you do it right, though, it'll sure help. Ask Cosmo.
I'd like to take this moment to point out the irony in the title of my blog and the subject matter. Little hints like these will show my standpoint on plenty of issues that I'll be discussing, so stay tuned. Short post today, so take the time to comment.
As Peter Griffin would say, The Bird is the Word.
Out-
Shannon.
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