Filed under: Complaints, Like a rolling stone | Tags: beautiful, dumb, marshmallow, vanilla
Just tell me I’m not who you thought I would be and mean it in the nicest way.
Is it so wrong to want both worlds? Are we at some point in our lives supposed to decide: do I want to be smart or do I want to attempt to be beautiful? Or is this decision already made for us?
It’s so childish and immature. I want both. I want to be taken seriously and I want people to be shocked at my intelligence. That sounds ridiculous when worded like that.
When did I turn into such fluff? I am a vanilla person. Just a huge vanilla marshmallow cloud. Kids love me, stoned boys love me, but as cute and delicious as I may look–there’s not a five star restaurant in the world serving vanilla marshmallow fluff for desert. I try and try. I keep current with world events. I have an adequate vocabulary. I can speak for five minutes and never once use the word “like”.
It’s not enough. I feel like such an idiot, constantly. I realize I’m not gorgeous, I know that. But I also know that I very much look like the wholesome girl next door. That’s a nice way of saying that I look ignorant.
It’s disappointing to realize, that’s all. What more can be done? I am putting my best effort out there, I really am.
Filed under: Complaints | Tags: americans, crazy, depression, failing, heartbreak, life, love, postsecret, relationships
I just spent an unbelievable amount of time scrolling through the secrets that some hundred Facebook members left on a PostSecret site and realized one thing: everyone is convinced that they’re screwed up.
Now, my estimate is purely a random guess, but I would say that 87% of the secrets posted on that page involved the secret teller feeling, well, rather jaded. Everyone’s looking for an excuse, trying to find the reason that their relationships keep failing. Maybe, they just fail. You’d have to do some serious convincing for me to believe that your past relationship has seriously scorned you. I’m more likely to believe that you’re quite comfortable sobbing yourself to sleep and throwing mini pity parties than going through the agonizing ordeal that is the modern American social life.
Get over it, really. It’s not meant to be harsh. However, living in a constant state of grief is going to do nothing for you. Just let it go and accept that your life was marked by this person and that’s all there is. You’re not any more or less screwed up than the rest of America. Congratulations.
And for the love of God, you thirteen year old girls need to stop crying “I’m scared of getting hurt again”. C’est la vie.
I look like a madwoman today; dancing around the house in a bright orange slip baking chocolate cookies. Something must be done.
In the words of Ludwig Bemelmans–
that’s all there is, there isn’t anymore.
