What? Were you expecting this post to be titled "resolutions" because its being drafted on January 1st? It's like you don't even know me at all. Anyway...
I don't get why people refer to skin tones by colors, especially when those colors don't even match well. So here's the real list of complexions: Cream, Peach, Cinnamon, Caramel, Chocolate, Licorice. I dare you to argue with the truth. (see, people are naturally sweet, but all of those listed components also have bitter notes, it's utterly perfect)
I frankly do not comprehend some people's hang-ups on their appearance making them "naturally predisposed to negative criticism" (that quote being a summary of some people's exact feelings on the matter). Unless you explicitly choose to modify your natural appearance (an extreme example being the late M. Jackson) then you have no right to obsess over something as vain and empty because hey... you have no true control over what you look like. Yes, you can alter your diet and exercise plan to achieve some level of self-gratification, but you're still always going to look like your parents whether you damn well like it or not. I digress; it's just... in at least a slight majority, your parents must have found some attraction and/or comfort in each other to have been able to conceive your life, y'know? If you were born of love, or at least born out of the mutual glimmering of two souls... you're not ugly. And for those unfortunate to not have been conceived under those circumstances... one soul was still shining, and now so is your own.
Bah, it's just... life is so precious. I hope you can understand, readers, why I am so hurt by people who would harm or prematurely end such a thing. It's a large part of why smoking cigarettes and the like bothers me so much, let alone it irritating my ability to even breathe if I'm exposed to the noxious gases. And it is why I could never just abide someone having suicidal thoughts. It's never too late to affect someone, to have the chance to make just one person other than yourself feel better. You can accomplish that just by being around them, just by talking to someone new. You're only as alone as you choose to let yourself feel. So stop it... because you're hurting me, you selfish punks. I think you get the idea. P:
Yes, I think about things like the above. Not to a degree I'd consider completely unnatural, but probably more than an average citizen. I like to hope maybe that's what some people might find attractive about me, if they get to know me. I also like to hope that maybe, on occasion, someone genuinely found me attractive, perhaps by my looks or my ideals, or perhaps just my honesty in the general way I respond to queries on a social media website. And that maybe, for an unknown quantity of time, they sat and looked at a picture of me and felt a degree of happiness. At times I do that, myself. That is, sometimes when I'm just perusing the internet through personal blogs and social media, I just happen upon one or more persons I find likable, maybe not even people I would even be comfortable speaking to face to face, but for just a moment, I feel better, having seen or reading of such a person. I feel better because there's still people I can like in the world and feel less alone. It's a wonderful feeling.
Today is Jerod's birthday and well, he also contributes feelings of the aforementioned quality. Probably in ways he nor most may expect. Yep. ^_^
