I felt like today was as good as any to start writing again.
I think 2014 is going to be one of those years. Everything happens in cycles for me. 2011 was meh. 2012 sucked balls. 2013 was great. 2014 might be shitty affair. January started off so great but February took a dive. It’ll be March in two days and I really don’t see how things could get better–only worse.
O Fortune, variable as the moon, always dost thou wax and wane. Detestable life, first dost thou mistreat us, and then, whimsically, thou heedest our desires. As the sun melts the ice, so dost thou dissolve both poverty and power.
This was featured on Dancing with the Stars this evening. I haven’t heard it in so long; it just brought back a flood of memories from my early college days at University of Arizona. I never knew what the lyrics were to the song that used to make us all crazy. Now that I understand what the song is actually about, I think it fits well. I miss all those guys I used to party with. I wonder what you’re all up to now. Hope you’re doing well.
Whitney’s televised funeral was earlier this morning, and I’m sure there were millions of viewers. For whatever reason we are a society that seems to idolise celebrities, even though they don’t really do anything that special. Think of the millions of Michael Jackson fans (myself included) that were transfixed by the non-stop coverage after his death. If you say something bad about Beyonce to one of her fans, they call you a hater and they want to punch you in the face. On the flip side of the coin, these same people will deny that they idolise anybody. As one girl I know put it, “I just respect Beyonce.” Respect her? How, when you have never met her. At any rate, regarding Whitney Houston, there was quite the buzz on whether or not Bobby Brown would attend her funeral, and one person put it like this:
“Who cares, we have soldiers over in Afghanistan and other places fighting for our freedom and rights that die everyday. Do we see the soldiers get this special treatment? No! They deserve flags being half-staff and the publicity these addict celebrities get! Get over it already it makes me sick that the media makes a big deal about when a celebrity has passed and now the state of New Jersey will be flying the flag at half-staff for this addict … Our real heroes are our soldiers that sacrifice so much to fight in war for us.”
-Danielle Slaven Conley
As much as I love some Whitney (pre-crackhead Whitney) I agree with Conley. Flying the flag at half-staff because a singer died. Much celebrated as she is, she’s still just a singer and hasn’t done anything particularly special to deserve that sort of treatment.
It’s just something to think about, this level of love we give to people we don’t even know.
There are those that cannot bear a party of happiness. Some people are so used to being miserable and unhappy that they wouldn’t know what to do with cheer if it came up and slapped them on the face.
In case you didn’t notice life sucks in general, and there’s nothing for it but to move on and make do with what you’ve got. Wallowing in self-pity and unhappiness never did anybody any good and it certainly doesn’t result in one’s hopes and dreams. I’ve got this friend that seems to enjoy being miserable and gloomy, and here all along I thought I was the emo one. No, that is not precisely right. I am never unhappy; I am just frank and pessimistic. I deal only in the realities of life and don’t waste a lot of time wishing and hoping for things. I don’t like to cry about things that I cannot change because it is waste of time and afterward all I have to show for it is a red face and scratchy contacts.
I wish my friend (actually there are two of them)–I wish my friends would buck up a little more. I do so tire of hearing their whining and complaining. Whining and complaining is fine as all that, but if you don’t really do anything to change the situation you’re in, then whining and complaining doesn’t really do anything. I do my best to cheer my one friend up but it’s like she purposely chases sunny skies away.
Sometimes I just want to shake her until her teeth fall out and say, “Look, you’re on your own. Get a fucking life.” But then, that is precisely what she’d expects because in her world it always rains on her parades.