Usually people are described as either one way or the other. There could be a third option but usually it's just the two types. Each type can be described as something different but they all tie together in the end. People who entertain, People who observe. People who fight, people who run. Those stuck in the dirt, those stuck with their heads in the clouds. Each of these different types can be put together. Optimists, pessimists, they are all people in the end. Whether you want to be classified differently or whether you don't. It's not up to either way. The author of this story. The reader of it. The characters in t. They're all the same.
They're all humans. We are all made of the basic materials to make up a human. Whether you're big or small, short or tall, smart or otherwise. We are all fucking humans. Even me. So when I want to be different I remind myself. I'm either in the clouds or the dirt. I'm either observing or entertaining. Living or dying. They're all the same anyways. If we live to die then why can't we die to live.
Thrill seekers are hard to understand to me. They're people who are dying to live. Risking life to be something more. Today I saw a video of someone walking on the edges of buildings. High up in the sky. At first I thought the basic "I want to try that." And then I realized I'm not dying to live. I'm living to die. And if we are all living to die and dying to live then why are we born to live but die anyway so only born to die.
Life is supposed to be a gift but the only time I think that is when I'm sitting in a church listening to a preaching father tell me that it is. So is the preacher right or are the fundamentals? Life was given to me but I didn't ask for it. That doesn't mean it's not going to happen. So when I ask why something is happening to me I really mean my whole life has lead up to this moment and it didn't turn out how I wanted but if I didn't even want to be born what makes me think I'm born to live when really I'm just rotting away. Living in a house doesn't mean I'm living it just means I'm existing. I'm existing the same way the stained coffee table with memories on it is. Sure it has a purpose but that doesn't mean some other coffee table can't replace it when the stains aren't just memories anymore.
Now add yourself to that in replacement of that coffee table. Sure you have a purpose but that doesn't mean some other person can't replace you when your stains aren't just memories anymore.
Sure people may have loved that coffee table and they might miss it because the next coffee table won't be the same but it'll still fulfill its purpose.
Sure people may have loved you and they might miss you because the next person won't be the same but they'll still fulfill their purpose.
Weird, right? It's like we're all coffee tables that haven't quite fulfilled their purposes yet. Don't worry you'll be done soon enough, I'm sure there's a child being born at this very moment who's going to be just like you.
Oh, wait. Crap I forgot, were all unique individuals right? So even if I'm listening to a Twenty One Pilots song thinking I'm unique because I know every single word to kitchen sink I'm not because there's someone else out there who knows it just as well as me. Or if I'm a white girl with bleach blonde hair who's trying so hard to be the perfect and sometimes you'll even fall for it.
But if you look up the definition of perfect in the urban dictionary it will say you with a smile. But if you look it up in the dictionary it will say having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.
So to be perfect is to be good. And if you're not perfect then what are you? Imperfect. And if you look up imperfect in the urban dictionary it will give you some bullshit about how being imperfect is to be perfect but if you look it up in a dictionary it will say not perfect; faulty or incomplete.
So according to a different generation to our to be perfect is to be good and to be imperfect is to be not perfect or not good.
But to our generation perfection is in everyone and imperfection is also in everyone because everyone is perfect.
So what's the truth? The truth is what you make of it. The truth is what you tell yourself when you need it. So if you want to believe what people now are telling you then that is the truth. But if you believe that Einstein was perfect because he was good and had desired qualities then you can believe that. But did you know he had depression? I guess he didn't have all the required qualities.
Maybe the human race wasn't meant to be perfect and we are all setting impossibly high standards for ourselves. So now that our generation is finally able to write our own definition in the dictionary of perfect we can tell each other. You are perfect. And not have to lie about it because we have our own definition of perfection now and we don't need the opinions of our grandparents because it's not their generation anymore and they don't have to be imperfect anymore. Make sure you tell them that they are perfect too. Because now that you can change the definition of perfect to anyone, you can tell them that they are perfect.
You could do that before the definition was changed but that would make it false because they wouldn't be lacking qualities to make them perfect.
No one is defective. No one is lacking perfection as long as you can change the definition.
But even if definitions are changed it's wired into our brains that perfect means flawless. So we try and fix ourselves to be flawless. Change our hair, our bodies, our faces. We want to make them, by definition, flawless. We want to feels something that we cannot give ourselves. We want the love and approval of someone else. We don't want to hear from our mother about how pretty we look with our hair up, or how handsome we look with our new suit. We want a companion to tell us that we look gorgeous with our hair out of our face because it brings our our cheekbones and shows off our eyes. We want our companion to tell us that we look stunning in a suit because the red rose in our lapel really brings out the nice rosy color in our cheeks which makes our whole face glow.
There's nothing like the compliments given from other people.
If you've ever been stopped in the street or a hallway and had someone compliment you, you'll know this feeling. The feeling of putting so much effort into looking good and having someone notice. Even if it's just one person. However, if something other than a compliment is given it will effect the rest of the day, even week. Because if instead of, "I really like that color on you it really brings out your eyes!" We may hear, "green doesn't suit you." And we get upset because we spent money on that shirt only for someone to tell you it's the wrong color so you refuse to wear that shirt again when leaving the house, and when we don't leave the house we don't get compliments.
So even if that green shirt suits you you'll never really know it because one person told you it didn't look nice. There are so many people who can't wear what they want to wear because of something someone has said.
And when weight becomes a variable in the equation is gets so much more complicated. Because "no you can't wear those shorts your thighs are too big!" Or, "croptops don't look good on you because you don't have a thin figure to show off underneath it."
But if the weight in the variable is over 160 and it's a female then it's even worse, not to mention if shes black.
Now too many boys think it's okay to many fun of girls due to weight or race or height. They think it's okay to call a girl fat or ask about the weather up there. They think they can say "nigger" As they please, last time I checked they didn't get that right, oh sorry I didn't realize that your ancestors were the ones who enslaved the blacks, not you. I didn't realize that gave you the right. Maybe you're lacking in the color, but whether the word "nigger" is used as slang now and not offensively it still proposes you are offensively using it just by saying it. Racism doesn't go both ways because you aren't the one who had a great grandpa who was a slave.
