Witnessing even the most basic of common courtesy has become such a dreadfully rare sight for me — which completely defeats the purpose of the term. There’s really nothing common about it at all.

Unexpected Gratitude

Before she left, she informed me that the janitor was upset about us dancing in the cafeteria — it was something about all the skid marks we were leaving. I surveyed the area for the janitor, and quickly spotted him a little ways away — switching out garbage bags. I headed towards him, and sincerely apologized for the extra labor we were leaving him. He was a man of Mexican descent, who seemed to be in his late fifties, and was not much taller than myself. He wore a crisp beige uniform, with the sleeves firmly rolled up to his elbows. After my brief apology, I reached out my arm as a gesture to indicate the shaking of hands, but he took hold of my hand with both of his, and shook aggressively. He said many things about me being a kind fellow, and thanked me very, very much for apologizing. The next ten or so minutes were spent listening to him speak, but I couldn’t understand him through his thick accent, but made various head nods, smiles, and laughs when it seemed to be appropriate. He finished up what he was doing, and left with his gleaming smile.

Brilliant characters such as himself please me greatly.

Art

How you dress yourself is an art — but alone, means nothing. How you carry yourself is an art. How you walk, your posture, your body notions, the way you speak, and the words you select are all pieces of art themselves. We are living, walking masterpieces. There’s just no other way to put it — we simply are.

General populous needs to educate itself before speaking out.

Cliché

Don’t try to be someone you’re not. Cliche, but it’s one for a reason. We may not think we’re going to be someone’s “type”, but that’s hardly the case. We’re bound to find that one person who believes we’re absolutely darling in everything we do — now that’s who we’re searching for. Don’t mind the little stepping stones of experience (previous relationships) on the way towards our blind search. Take in the pain, and accept your losses. Realize your gains, and harbor your strengths; push forward.

The Heat

“Love” is what’s remained after the heat of the moment passes over. The aforementioned heat cannot even be considered “being in love”, because more often than not — you’re not. I’m not attempting to define love for you, but I believe it is knowing who you are, and knowing who your partner is — accepting any conflicts between you two, working with them, and/or adjusting to them. Adjust to be comfortable with your partner, because that’s life. Love is keeping with it, while not losing the feeling.

Blessed

To embrace your floral fragrance is a blessing.
To witness your benevolent soul is a blessing.
To read your passionate letters is a blessing.
To hear your elegant words is a blessing.
To feel your pure skin is a blessing.

You’ve touched my soul, and I can only feel blessed.

Lingering

I am ashamed to admit that I have spent my recent past lingering for the wrong reasons. I had thought it, but had yet to realize it — or perhaps I had been denying the truth. I knew, but rejected the thought. Whatever the reason, I have just come to terms with my current fallacies. Tomorrow will bring forth no change, the next will begin a new era, and the coming of this era will bring about a revelation. Change is rapidly approaching.

Smooth

It’s a kind morning. Classical music softly resounds throughout the household as warm, pale colors gently begin to rise from the horizon. I can only wish for some consistency throughout today.

Optimistic Escape

“Sleep on it”, everything is always better in the morning — it’s a reset button for any conflicts. World hunger is fixed overnight. Peace, love, and happiness hide behind the stars. Your hopes and dreams rise with the sun.

A Terrifying Throb

There’s a plethora of wrongs I’ve committed in the past, wrongs I’m currently committing in the present, and wrongs I’m bound to commit in the future. There’s days I miss, moments I miss, friends I miss, and relationships I miss. I rarely feel any “good” stemming from the core of my being. Does this conclude that I live a “screwy” life? I have a longing to accidentally — yet purposefully become deceased, if that makes any sense at all. Blindly crossing the street, ‘walking into death’, sacrificing my own life to protect another, or even picking a fight with the wrong people. It’s taking the cowardly way out of life, sure,  but I’m tired — of everything. Surely this is a common experience — life is bound to have its’ downs, and many go through much worse, but perhaps I’m weaker than the average person. I simply cannot bear it.

Everything in life that brings me happiness is all momentary. It’s the negative feelings which wash up after the “happy hype” has died down. Negative feelings linger, the good ones don’t. Good feelings are explosive: powerful, strong, and… fleeting. Similarly to rust, negative feelings will always be there. You can paint some pretty color over it, but that’s a temporary, quick fix. It’ll scratch or wear off, given enough time. The rust will be there again.

I can see my future actions on certain events/happenings in my life. I’m sure many can. Time and time again, I’ve had the chance to avoid my potential wrong-doings — but I don’t. It’s easy to act solely on self-interest, and then to later shrug and claim I didn’t see it coming when it happens. I’m simply too weak to change. Too weak to obey social conduct and virtues. I instead act towards the temporary joy which will later bring me stress.

Natural — Is It “You”?

So here’s my little spiel about natural beauties:

Yes, being all natural is a wonderful thing — it’s admirable, commendable, and all that good stuff. What about make-up and other alternative beauty enhancers? I’m slightly bugged when people claim that they make the user “fake”. Which “real” are people referring to anyhow? Which “real” should we be paying attention to? Natural appearances are something one is born with, and aside from hygiene (and various forms of maintenance), there’s isn’t much they can do about it. So literally speaking, yes — we can say that is their “real” self.

Make-up and the likes on the other hand, are a form of art. People use their attire to express themselves, and I feel as-if make-up holds a similar duty.

EX: I may not be fond of someone’s figure, but I may like the way they dress. One may have a body full of scars, but thankfully they don’t need to grace the Earth in the nude. You may have a dream body, but dress horribly (or what I deem to be horribly dressed). Heck, some may even have nice outfits for their nice bodies. Similarly, there are people who look nice (to you) with make-up, but not without it — and vice-versa.

Returning to my main point, I think that make-up does a better job of expressing a person’s interior — the “real” them.

Ghosts, spirits, and the like.

While at a friend’s birthday barbeque today, the topic of ghosts was discussed fairly thoroughly. I’m not much of a speaker, so rather than voicing my opinion as some people choose to, I’ve decided to release my thoughts here:

I’ve been a fairly firm believer of spirits. Ghosts are this, and ghosts are that — okay. What is it to become a ghost, though? The process itself has me confused beyond belief. People tell me that in order for people to become ghosts, they need to be “so-and-so” (insert qualifications for becoming a ghost). Even if that were true, and people magically knew what it took for the dead to take on an ephemeral form, how would the body know these conditions? I find it hard to believe that my body is capable of recognizing that I still have lingering feelings, have committed evil deeds, wish to stay behind, or any other absurd ideas others may have for people becoming ghosts — after I’ve already died. If the process is not a bodily function, then the only other explanation is that an outside force is turning people into ghosts. The thing is, I don’t see what purpose that would serve. At all. Others argue that if you honestly wish to become a ghost, then you will. I’m sorry, but how does that even begin to make sense? It’s as absurd as having superhero-like powers… simply because you wished for them.

Another thing that piques my interests, is the concept of human ghosts and animal ghosts. Where are the insect ghosts? Alien ghosts? Fish ghosts? Flower ghosts? Tomato ghosts? Does one need a certain amount of intelligence, or possess the ability to think? A soul may be reasonable — but there is no definite way of determining which living beings are in possession of a soul or not — we cannot overvalue our judgement. Where is the line drawn? “Sorry, thing. Your species is actually not mentally capable of becoming a ghost. Tough luck.”

Are there alien (anything beyond Earth) ghosts? What are a ghost’s limitations? Are they (magically) bound and confined to an area, or are they free to sift throughout the universe as they please? If it’s the latter, then I again ask — where are the alien ghosts? Surely human/earthly beings are not the ‘chosen species’. Our narcissism can only go so far.

And what about the ghosts that have made appearances before people? Scared people, helped people, communicated with people, and injured people? Aren’t these occurrences far too rare? Think about the number of living beings whom have died since the beginning of time — even if 1% of these beings had become ghosts, Earth should be crawling with these lingering spirits. Don’t you think you’d want to try fucking shit up at least once if you were to become a ghost? I know I would.

Regrettably, I’m not sure if I can still firmly believe in spirits — as much as I wish to.