Hey all,
So I was reading about Hayler G Hoover's birthday celebrations on her blog (which I read religiously) and it made me think about my birthday, which was yesterday, and then I decided to rant about it here. Because ranting about things is what I do best.
I've always been that person that only has a really close group of friends and then a whole bunch of people that can be classified as being in that weird stage between acquintance and friend. This doesn't bother me, its the way I like it and I completely adore the people I am close to. Its just that it makes things a little weird when it comes to birthdays. I turned 18 last year and I decided to throw a party, celebrate the whole 'coming of age' thing that so many people talk about. Mum and Dad agreed, I designed invites in my own non-creative style and I set a date. That all went well and then I came to thinking about who to invite. My core group. Check. But that gave me a total of ten people and that was hardly a party. Then I added their significant others. Okay, a grand total of seventeen. Thats when it became hard. Which 'sorta-friends' did I invite? Do I invite their significant others or is that awkward?
I sorted it out and about fifty people ended up coming to my 18th and we had a great night. It was just a really confusing situation for someone who doesn't have a hundred closest friends. This year I decided to only hang out with the people I really like and, ignoring even their significant others, we all grabbed lunch and I had a really great day. The weird thing was though the amount of people who wished me a happy birthday on facebook. Don't get me wrong, it was really nice to log on in the afternoon and have 45 new notifications of people wishing me a happy birthday. It just felt a bit strange considering some of them had been sent from people who I have only met once or who I haven't seen in a few years. Technology has taken us to a place where everyone from our closest friends to our acquintances know when its our birthday, know if we are in a relationship and know what events we are attending. I love facebook. I just think that next time a birthday pops up in my calender I may actually stop and think how well I know the person before I wish them a happy birthday, whether or not I would even know it was there birthday if I didn't have a facebook.
To close this wonderful ramble, birthdays are the celebration that you just want to spend with those closest to you, those who know you and love you. Because they will make you happy and thats what counts on ones birthday.
Cheers!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Forgetting
Hey all you non-existent people,
No one reads these. No one follows me. But, I need a place to vent again so I'm back. The topic for today is forgetting. Exciting much?
I'm not talking about forgetting in the way an old person has trouble remembering who their grand daughter is. No, I'm talking forgetting in the sense of forgetting all the good things, all the sacrifices another person has made for you. The simple brutal truth is that you can give everything to one person, be one hundred percent committed to making them happy and helping them out whenever, however you can and this doesn't mean they'll remember that when you need help. It's frustrating and it hurts but, unfortunately, it just happens.
I've always been the sort of person people see as a shoulder to cry on or someone who will listen to them. I've been told countless times that I have a calming influence on people and that I'm a good listener. Being a rock for other people is one of my most valuable characteristics. I like that about me and I'm glad others do to. It's just that sometimes I need a rock, someone to vent to, someone to offer their shoulder to dry my tears. And these people who I help everyday, who I've sacrificed for everyday, don't care enough to want to help me too. I just want them to remember what I've done for them and to not forget about me or take me forgranted. I want to mean the world to another person. I want someone to think I'm worth sacrificing other things for. It would give me more value. Make things seem worth it.
*Sigh* I'm done with being whiny for the day so I'm going to sign of there. I think I just need a cup of tea, a good book and I'll feel a bit better. Thats the amazing thing about books, they never forget you and they never let you down. I can always rely that whenever I want, whenever I need to, I can get lost inside the world of Elizabeth Bennet or Harry Potter. Fiction, my warm blanket, beckons me.
Till next time,
Chloe
No one reads these. No one follows me. But, I need a place to vent again so I'm back. The topic for today is forgetting. Exciting much?
I'm not talking about forgetting in the way an old person has trouble remembering who their grand daughter is. No, I'm talking forgetting in the sense of forgetting all the good things, all the sacrifices another person has made for you. The simple brutal truth is that you can give everything to one person, be one hundred percent committed to making them happy and helping them out whenever, however you can and this doesn't mean they'll remember that when you need help. It's frustrating and it hurts but, unfortunately, it just happens.
I've always been the sort of person people see as a shoulder to cry on or someone who will listen to them. I've been told countless times that I have a calming influence on people and that I'm a good listener. Being a rock for other people is one of my most valuable characteristics. I like that about me and I'm glad others do to. It's just that sometimes I need a rock, someone to vent to, someone to offer their shoulder to dry my tears. And these people who I help everyday, who I've sacrificed for everyday, don't care enough to want to help me too. I just want them to remember what I've done for them and to not forget about me or take me forgranted. I want to mean the world to another person. I want someone to think I'm worth sacrificing other things for. It would give me more value. Make things seem worth it.
*Sigh* I'm done with being whiny for the day so I'm going to sign of there. I think I just need a cup of tea, a good book and I'll feel a bit better. Thats the amazing thing about books, they never forget you and they never let you down. I can always rely that whenever I want, whenever I need to, I can get lost inside the world of Elizabeth Bennet or Harry Potter. Fiction, my warm blanket, beckons me.
Till next time,
Chloe
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The unrequited
Hey,
Another day, another thing to rant about. The topic of today is unrequited feelings. I'm not going to say love because personally I don't think you have to believe you are in love with someone to be hurt when you know they don't return your feelings.
There is a guy, an amazing guy, who is in my life at the moment, but not in the way I want him to be in my life. He has always been a friend, the sort of friend you see every couple of months and whose company you enjoy but who you aren't that close to. Then, he was having problems with his girlfriend and he needed someone to talk to, someone to help him sort out what he was feeling. I was there and I'd like to think I was a good friend. I helped him out and he realised that the relationship he was in was over. I didn't think of him as anything more than a friend at that stage.
Since then I see him at last twice most weeks and we speak basically everyday. Slowly but surely I've begun to develop feelings for him. I can't help it and now I'm struggling to hide it. He is gorgeous looking, something I've always admitted in a kind of distant way and only recently have started to fully appreciate. But it's not how he looks, it's his personality, his sweetness, his sense of humour. It all comes down to how well we mesh together. He isn't perfect. But he is pretty close to perfect for me. The only problem is he doesn't see me that way. When he describes his taste in girls I come pretty damn close to being perfect for him, but he would never see me that way because of our friendship. We've become so close recently that I've become a sister to him. Hence the unrequited part.
I'm not going to be melodramatic and say that my life sucks because he doesn't like me. Truth be told I'm happier now having him being a major part of my life then I was before and I'd hate to have him not in my life at all. It just sucks that someone I like so much doesn't like me. I'll continue to look at other boys though because I'm sure I'll find someone who likes me as much as I like them. Who knows what will happen?
So to whoevers reading this unrequited feelings aren't fun, that I'll admit, but keep hope you'll find a requited love eventually. The world is a mysterious and wonderful place. You can never know what is just around the corner.
Cheers!!
Another day, another thing to rant about. The topic of today is unrequited feelings. I'm not going to say love because personally I don't think you have to believe you are in love with someone to be hurt when you know they don't return your feelings.
There is a guy, an amazing guy, who is in my life at the moment, but not in the way I want him to be in my life. He has always been a friend, the sort of friend you see every couple of months and whose company you enjoy but who you aren't that close to. Then, he was having problems with his girlfriend and he needed someone to talk to, someone to help him sort out what he was feeling. I was there and I'd like to think I was a good friend. I helped him out and he realised that the relationship he was in was over. I didn't think of him as anything more than a friend at that stage.
Since then I see him at last twice most weeks and we speak basically everyday. Slowly but surely I've begun to develop feelings for him. I can't help it and now I'm struggling to hide it. He is gorgeous looking, something I've always admitted in a kind of distant way and only recently have started to fully appreciate. But it's not how he looks, it's his personality, his sweetness, his sense of humour. It all comes down to how well we mesh together. He isn't perfect. But he is pretty close to perfect for me. The only problem is he doesn't see me that way. When he describes his taste in girls I come pretty damn close to being perfect for him, but he would never see me that way because of our friendship. We've become so close recently that I've become a sister to him. Hence the unrequited part.
I'm not going to be melodramatic and say that my life sucks because he doesn't like me. Truth be told I'm happier now having him being a major part of my life then I was before and I'd hate to have him not in my life at all. It just sucks that someone I like so much doesn't like me. I'll continue to look at other boys though because I'm sure I'll find someone who likes me as much as I like them. Who knows what will happen?
So to whoevers reading this unrequited feelings aren't fun, that I'll admit, but keep hope you'll find a requited love eventually. The world is a mysterious and wonderful place. You can never know what is just around the corner.
Cheers!!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Introduction
Hey all you internet people,
Okay so I'm a nobody and thus no one will actually be reading this, but I need a place to rant. When I say rant I don't mean in an emo, life sucks and nothing will ever get better way. I just like to talk (write in this case) about things in general, the way the world works and how it effects me.
I love to write, always have, always will so writing a blog comes naturally to me. Words, black letters on a white page, is the way I chose to address the world, my medium. Anyway, so I've been reading italktosnakes and hayleyghoover's blogs for a while now (I love fiveawesomegirls) and I've always felt I could relate to there mutual belief that writing is the most natural way for them to communicate. I guess I could say that they are the inspiration for this blog. So if they ever stumble across this, you touched the mind and heart of an Australian girl who also loves the English language and for that I'm so very grateful.
Now on to blog:
So I've come to the conclusion that everyone hates assignments and uses whatever medium they can to avoid them. Yes, I'm clearly a revolutionary thinker. Disregarding the Captain Obviousness of this statement, the point is I have a 3,000 word contract assignment due on Monday which I have yet to start because all of a sudden Youtube, Facebook, blogspot and Gossip Girl have become the most important things on the planet. Normally I'm a doer rather than a gonna (good old Burken bread add) but wireless internet makes procrastination that much easier. Before me procrastinating would involve reading a book, writing down ideas for a story (in my last year of school I actually wrote an entire novel due to procrastinating) but now its about wasting time in the least productive way possible. *Sigh* The internet; both a heaven and a hell.
As I've just created a blog I guess that means my procrastination will continue for some time,
See you bai
Clowie
Okay so I'm a nobody and thus no one will actually be reading this, but I need a place to rant. When I say rant I don't mean in an emo, life sucks and nothing will ever get better way. I just like to talk (write in this case) about things in general, the way the world works and how it effects me.
I love to write, always have, always will so writing a blog comes naturally to me. Words, black letters on a white page, is the way I chose to address the world, my medium. Anyway, so I've been reading italktosnakes and hayleyghoover's blogs for a while now (I love fiveawesomegirls) and I've always felt I could relate to there mutual belief that writing is the most natural way for them to communicate. I guess I could say that they are the inspiration for this blog. So if they ever stumble across this, you touched the mind and heart of an Australian girl who also loves the English language and for that I'm so very grateful.
Now on to blog:
So I've come to the conclusion that everyone hates assignments and uses whatever medium they can to avoid them. Yes, I'm clearly a revolutionary thinker. Disregarding the Captain Obviousness of this statement, the point is I have a 3,000 word contract assignment due on Monday which I have yet to start because all of a sudden Youtube, Facebook, blogspot and Gossip Girl have become the most important things on the planet. Normally I'm a doer rather than a gonna (good old Burken bread add) but wireless internet makes procrastination that much easier. Before me procrastinating would involve reading a book, writing down ideas for a story (in my last year of school I actually wrote an entire novel due to procrastinating) but now its about wasting time in the least productive way possible. *Sigh* The internet; both a heaven and a hell.
As I've just created a blog I guess that means my procrastination will continue for some time,
See you bai
Clowie
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