Reaction: The Breakfast Club

Finally decided to watch The Breakfast Club for the first time. I wanted to see what all the hype was about. Once again, as all eighties movies, The Breakfast Club defines what it feels like to be an angst-ridden teenager. Timeless as always.
Oh Gosh, being a teenager. It may be the same general idea no matter when you're growing up, but honestly parents don't understand what its like. At that point, they've already forgotten all the things they hated about their parents. They are so distracted by the perils of responsibilities. Parents have already gotten chewed out and spit up by life; they're not taking your shit.
Granted it's not just shit to us! I mean, we know how it feels to be pressured to think and act like one person, when you're obviously not. People think that just because you're a kid, you're in school you don't have anything to worry about. You do though. There is pressure coming from every single angle imaginable. You need to get As, you need to have the right friends or you won't grow socially, you need to get into the right colleges, say the right thing, etc.
In the end though, it doesn't even matter. You go to college, you learn, you get a job, and you forget everything you learned in the 15 years you spent stressing about grades and friends. You can still become the person you want to be, if you just enjoy your childhood. It goes so quickly.

Objectives

This be my most cynical group of words ever, but I don't actually care. This is a piece of advice. It's great if you think that people are inherently good and they just make mistakes, everyone can be changed...blah blah blah. I beg to differ my friends. I've always known, but it was put into perspective for me in my theater class last semester. My professor so eloquently said, "No conversation worth having does not have an objective." He's right. Let me give you an example. Blogging is a conversation, although particularly one-sided. My objective is to get all you lovely people in cyberspace to listen to what I have to say. That's not a particularly malicious objective. However, there are people out there that just want to use you and pretend that it's okay. It's not. Just because you're a kind human being, doesn't mean you should be pushed around.

Writer's brain freeze

I keep trying to find some sort of sign or sudden burst of inspiration that will get me to finish one of these books. I start, and just a few chapters from the end...all I have to really do is tie everything together, i just freeze and I don't know what else I want to say.
It's not hard to imagine it in my head...or picture it happening, but it kind of sucks that I can't finish. I think I'm scared. The whole story could be a total bust, but if its amazing what then?
not that I think so highly of myself. s

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If it were up to you the risks you take, the lives you loved, and the people you kept would you cherish this power? If you were told that everything you have ever said could be recorded, every conversation you've ever had was taken down, and every enlightening moment archived, would you look back and smile at the person you've become?
Those moments that we realize the things we've always wanted aren't what we thought they'd be change everything. Life feels so much less than we thought it was. Then, out of nowhere, come these defining moments that we look at later and smile, laugh even. Where we realize that the cosmos are not out to get us, but lead us on our respective paths.

This is my enlightening thought of the day that I hope I remember forever. :)

Are you who you say you are?

We should take a lesson from our dear old Queen B, Miss Blair Waldorf. Through all her maniacal scheming and uncontrolled compulsions to meddle in things that do not concern her, she can teach us a very important lesson about love and loyalty: You never give up on the people you love. 
How many times have we called someone our best friend and abandoned them when they really needed us? No one would want to admit it, but we all know we've done it. I'm sorry if you out there believe I am a little too cynical for you, but I only see the things people really are. Most of us are so stuck in Kohlberg's Conventional stage of moral reasoning that we do not see how important it is to be there for the people you claim you love.
Well, that bears the question: do you really love those people that you've so vehemently claimed to love? That's something to think about.

People can be safe places

You're my safe place.

The long and winding road of thought.

I just...can't. Those days you wake up, it's cloudy, it's rainy. The bed seems to have a grip on you that's seriously nondetachable  If it was up to me, I would skip all my classes for the next three weeks and just sleep. I don't get much of that anymore.
What I really wanted to say though, was that I find it interesting that the colder it gets, the more difficult it is to move, to breathe. Maybe it's the air up here, or the food, or the tests, quizzes, papers. I couldn't tell you exactly what it is, but getting out of bed in the morning? The most difficult part of my day.
School feels like I'm shell-shocked. It feels like the world is calling my name, but I just can't answer it.  Everything I hand in is not good enough. Nothing is good enough. The world's still spinning though right? I didn't miss anything...did I?
I'm missing a lot these days. I don't know why everyone thinks I'm about to cry. People keep asking me, "Are you okay?" Am I okay? Who knows for sure? I don't.
I should know, shouldn't I? I should know what's going on with my life, or how I'm doing in school. I don't, unfortunately. I can't even motivate myself to do math, to do anything.
I have said I...too many times in this post.
What I'm getting at is the ultimate question? Is this a problem...or are there just people that don't look at the world around them and marvel?
People write about how they see things and they're so beautiful. I've written a couple of those myself. Through writing I feel...but I'm just not feeling it anymore. Beautiful. We call so many things by this word. Do we know what it means? Can we define it? Explain it? Is it possible that this thing we call beauty is so subjective that it is something we created ourselves, in our own minds? Poems, stories, movies, books, all immortalize this thing we called beauty. This term. This...adjective...form of praise. What is it? Is it possible that its is located in all of us?

These are the questions I throw out there for the cosmos to answer. Maybe one day I'll get an answer.

Thoughts

It's a complicated feeling, loneliness. I wish I understood it better. How is it that one can be in a room with 100 people, and feel so alone? How is it that the mere thought of the people that are not here make it almost impossible to think of anything else?

The days just go by so much slower when loneliness takes over. The seconds tick by at a sloth-like pace. The minutes feel like they last forever. Everything feels so much slower without the ones we love by our side.