I've noticed that when I'm...I guess, in a relationship with a guy, and I'm unhappy, I won't leave. Now, I don't need anyone to tell me how horrible that is--believe me, I know. It's just, I don't understand why I won't leave. I mean, I've got an idea as to why.
I hate being alone. And I don't mean alone in a room (even though that bothers me sometimes). I mean emotionally. Sometimes, family and friends just don't cut it. You just need that one person that you won't share with anyone else. That person's yours and you have a great connection.
But when things go bad in my relationships, I try my best to fix it, but I won't leave if it becomes impossibly. I'm fiercely loyal despite my feelings. I don't know. It's just a thought. It's definitely something I've got to improve on. But, I'm young, so I've got plenty of time.
:)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Musical Goosebumps
Earlier today, I was watching a video. It's a video of a high school's band. That band won best in its state not too long ago. Every time I watch that marching band, or any marching band, I get goosebumps and chills. I just find the brass and percussion go so well together.
I then wondered what causes chills/goosebumps whenever I listen to really good music. I came across this really cool website that's all about the science of music. It said that music can stimulate a part of the brain called the hypothalamus. Goosebumps, chills, a faster heart rate, and sweating can result from stimulation of the hypothalamus. Cool, huh?
Then they mention something about our ancestors might have felt chills/goosebumps when separated from their families. I don't know. I just thought the whole situation was interesting. I've definitely added that website to my favorites.
http://www.exploratorium.edu/music/questions/goosebumps.html--That's the link to the amazing and short article on music-induced goosebumps.
I then wondered what causes chills/goosebumps whenever I listen to really good music. I came across this really cool website that's all about the science of music. It said that music can stimulate a part of the brain called the hypothalamus. Goosebumps, chills, a faster heart rate, and sweating can result from stimulation of the hypothalamus. Cool, huh?
Then they mention something about our ancestors might have felt chills/goosebumps when separated from their families. I don't know. I just thought the whole situation was interesting. I've definitely added that website to my favorites.
http://www.exploratorium.edu/music/questions/goosebumps.html--That's the link to the amazing and short article on music-induced goosebumps.
Another Post About Inconsistency
I'm posting about inconsistency again, after not writing in weeks. But, I'm not thinking about my inconsistency. I'm thinking about people's inconsistency.
There's this boy. And we had a "thing." He was practically my boyfriend but the two of us thought that if we added a label, publicized it on Facebook, etc., everything would get complicated. We were content in our secrecy. Very little people knew.
Now, It's been this way for a few months. All of a sudden, he stops texting me back, doesn't call...nothing.
That's what I call inconsistent. But, I expected that from him sooner or later. It wasn't the first time he's treated me that way. Though I can assure you it'll be the last.
There's this boy. And we had a "thing." He was practically my boyfriend but the two of us thought that if we added a label, publicized it on Facebook, etc., everything would get complicated. We were content in our secrecy. Very little people knew.
Now, It's been this way for a few months. All of a sudden, he stops texting me back, doesn't call...nothing.
That's what I call inconsistent. But, I expected that from him sooner or later. It wasn't the first time he's treated me that way. Though I can assure you it'll be the last.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
"And How Do You Feel About That?"
Emotions.
That term holds such underestimated weight. It defines us and destroys us. And I wonder: Why do a lot of us let emotions take control of our logic? I know I suffer from that. But is it really something you can 'suffer' from? Sure, there are many psychological terms for emotional disorders and such. But, I don't have any of that. I mean, I used to. But that's not what this post is about.
The most clichéd emotion is Love. Infamous, notorious, wonderfully dangerous, love. And one of the most commonly asked questions about love is: What is love? Google it and you'll find actual lists of the "symptoms" of being "in love." Wow. Really?
For those who need the World Wide Web to tell you how you feel...That's just sad. But, I don't blame you. Because emotions can be complicated and confusing. But LOVE?! Shouldn't that be the easiest one to define? I mean, we love so many things and people (Moms, dads, iPods, puppies, etc.) yet, there isn't really a definition for it. Well there is, but it seems too simple to really capture its meaning. Here's what Google just gave me on the definition of love: An intense feeling of deep affection.
One. Sentence.
In one sentence, Google defined love. Now, ask a teenager, or a young adult, and they'll ramble on, stuttering, stammering, and stumbling. Their eyes will possibly dilate at the very thought of love. Now, that brings me to a new thought: is love inexpressible? Is it only within our actions and physical beings? Hell, I don't know. But it sure seems that way.
For example, at the moment in my life, I've developed strong feelings for a male. Let's call him "Jack." Whenever I see Jack, I kid you not, as stupid and sappy as it sounds, my heart stops for a moment...and then races. I feel my face heat up and I tend to smile. But whenever Jack leaves my side, I'm giggly for the next 10 minutes.
Now what does that mean? That doesn't happen with just any little crush--at least not with me. But, who knows *shrugs*.
Other emotions aren't recognized as frequently as love. But they are all the same. In my opinion, no emotion is better than the other. That's only if you let it seem that way. Of course, the most favored emotions are happiness, love, etc. and the hated ones are anger, sadness, etc. But, I think it's helpful to embrace all of them. Sometimes, I get my best thinking done when in sadness. After I feel angry and I've become calm, I realize that the things I say and think in rage are almost opposite of what I truly feel.
I mean, I don't really know much. I'm just a high schooler with too much time on her hands and a laptop.
That term holds such underestimated weight. It defines us and destroys us. And I wonder: Why do a lot of us let emotions take control of our logic? I know I suffer from that. But is it really something you can 'suffer' from? Sure, there are many psychological terms for emotional disorders and such. But, I don't have any of that. I mean, I used to. But that's not what this post is about.
The most clichéd emotion is Love. Infamous, notorious, wonderfully dangerous, love. And one of the most commonly asked questions about love is: What is love? Google it and you'll find actual lists of the "symptoms" of being "in love." Wow. Really?
For those who need the World Wide Web to tell you how you feel...That's just sad. But, I don't blame you. Because emotions can be complicated and confusing. But LOVE?! Shouldn't that be the easiest one to define? I mean, we love so many things and people (Moms, dads, iPods, puppies, etc.) yet, there isn't really a definition for it. Well there is, but it seems too simple to really capture its meaning. Here's what Google just gave me on the definition of love: An intense feeling of deep affection.
One. Sentence.
In one sentence, Google defined love. Now, ask a teenager, or a young adult, and they'll ramble on, stuttering, stammering, and stumbling. Their eyes will possibly dilate at the very thought of love. Now, that brings me to a new thought: is love inexpressible? Is it only within our actions and physical beings? Hell, I don't know. But it sure seems that way.
For example, at the moment in my life, I've developed strong feelings for a male. Let's call him "Jack." Whenever I see Jack, I kid you not, as stupid and sappy as it sounds, my heart stops for a moment...and then races. I feel my face heat up and I tend to smile. But whenever Jack leaves my side, I'm giggly for the next 10 minutes.
Now what does that mean? That doesn't happen with just any little crush--at least not with me. But, who knows *shrugs*.
Other emotions aren't recognized as frequently as love. But they are all the same. In my opinion, no emotion is better than the other. That's only if you let it seem that way. Of course, the most favored emotions are happiness, love, etc. and the hated ones are anger, sadness, etc. But, I think it's helpful to embrace all of them. Sometimes, I get my best thinking done when in sadness. After I feel angry and I've become calm, I realize that the things I say and think in rage are almost opposite of what I truly feel.
I mean, I don't really know much. I'm just a high schooler with too much time on her hands and a laptop.
Blahblahblah
I'm sitting on my bed right now, watching the Oxygen channel. My body is still and relaxed. But my mind is so energetic right now. I'm not thinking of much. My brain just feels...busy. I'm gonna focus on one thing: Reality TV.
Yes, I know that this topic has been touched a thousand times by millions of others. Everyone says that shows like The Bad Girls Club and The Jersey Shore are complete garbage. I beg to differ. Other than communication purposes such as the news, wasn't TV made for entertaining? Would people seriously rather watch scripted shows with pre-recorded laughter and applause? I know I wouldn't.
I want to see tears, drunk people, fights, pointless drama, etc. It's hilarious! As dark as it sounds...watching other people's problems is mildly amusing (to a certain extent. Don't think that I love watching others die or anythin').
I mean, think about it, you can laugh openly about these people's distress in the comfort of your own home. No one is going to tell you that it's rude. Laugh all you want, make fun of them. It's refreshing. Because when you're out in public and you point fingers and chortle, you'll look ignorant. So, watching reality TV is like...unwinding from being politically correct and polite.
Maybe what I'm saying isn't right to say. But, it's the way I think. And I'm free to think whatever I'd like.
Yes, I know that this topic has been touched a thousand times by millions of others. Everyone says that shows like The Bad Girls Club and The Jersey Shore are complete garbage. I beg to differ. Other than communication purposes such as the news, wasn't TV made for entertaining? Would people seriously rather watch scripted shows with pre-recorded laughter and applause? I know I wouldn't.
I want to see tears, drunk people, fights, pointless drama, etc. It's hilarious! As dark as it sounds...watching other people's problems is mildly amusing (to a certain extent. Don't think that I love watching others die or anythin').
I mean, think about it, you can laugh openly about these people's distress in the comfort of your own home. No one is going to tell you that it's rude. Laugh all you want, make fun of them. It's refreshing. Because when you're out in public and you point fingers and chortle, you'll look ignorant. So, watching reality TV is like...unwinding from being politically correct and polite.
Maybe what I'm saying isn't right to say. But, it's the way I think. And I'm free to think whatever I'd like.
I'm So Inconsistent.
As much as I love expressing my feelings, I can't seem to keep up with my own blog! The good thing about that is...no one is reading it. So, I'm not really disappointing anyone, haha.
But I feel as if I'm disappointing myself. The fact that I'm inconsistent with something as simple as this, kind of bothers me. I should be able to be persistent. Well, that's my goal. I'm going to try to write as much as possible. But...no promises (Of course, I'm just talking to myself, here).
But I feel as if I'm disappointing myself. The fact that I'm inconsistent with something as simple as this, kind of bothers me. I should be able to be persistent. Well, that's my goal. I'm going to try to write as much as possible. But...no promises (Of course, I'm just talking to myself, here).
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