Why You Should Be Proud Of Me

Why You Should Be Proud of Me

cause looklook i'm back to writing nice things because i no longer have 93456190874589237745146 test and i'm sitting here waiting for scene changes and someone to tell me to go home and mainly i feel incapable of doing work. so i suppose on second thought maybe not that proud. but at least a little. i am going to make this week not awful, i've decided.

In Which I Unabashedly Celebrate

i'm sorry guys

but i cannot help it because today i got into MIT and you have no idea how sad i was when i left there after a month this summer thinking how wonderful it would be to go here but i'll never get in but i did and i can't handle it and gshdfhijksedfgmlktrewrtyuiopuyjhgmjkk

On Madeleine

Cause yeah. I don’t know why my friends are all so talented and wonderful, but Madeleine is a prime example. She’s another example of someone I’ve been friends with for a super long period of time, and I’m super happy about it. Her wood floors are the reason I now bring slippers to the houses of my friends who I know will be okay with it, which is a super plus. As I hinted at earlier she sings beautifully, and when people tell her she usually just says it’s because her parents are opera singers, but actually she has a gorgeous voice and works incredibly hard. She’s a talented pianist, a brilliant student, and an honest friend. I don’t know how many times I’ve been doing something careless or unkind and she’s pointed it out incredibly courteously. Mads has a tendency to say what most people are thinking but lack the tact to say kindly, and it’s basically the best thing ever. She’s diplomatic and considerate to the last, but she also manages to be a barrel of ridiculous fun. I sincerely enjoy talking to her when I get the chance, even though it’s less frequently than I’d like, but hey, she has to be busy what with all her musicking and magicking and saving the world. Or at least, that’s what I imagine Mads does all day. Also she draws awesome. So that too. Huh. What a cool person. Now you know.

i've almost managed with this as my motto this week so one more day three more tests and i'll actually write things later because happy things like jackiechoi have also happened

hurray tech week

I want to take this moment adress this and how I feel it's an issue of misplaced anger. Also, this is easier for me to write about than Hamlet write now. So bear with me.

The first thing that got me, here, is the use of the word "you're" in the second cause of each phrase. It's not an issue, apparently, of "people think you are" or "your most common label is," but simply "you are" fake, a slut, whatever. That's absurd. Someone calling you something does not make it so. I may be being nit-picky, but the difference between hearing a label placed on you and letting it define you is immense.

I don't know why this in particular set me off but I feel like the spirit of passivity embedded in this complaint is actually too much to bear. There's a step in there that's missing. You act some way, members of a society find some way to belittle you, and suddenly you become whatever they label you as? It doesn't have to work that way. Fine, you're sick of snap judgements and trying to impress people? Don't talk about how everything is so fucked up and we need to have more time having fun- talk about how people need to be nice to each other.

Think before you speak. Give people the benefit of the doubt. Try to bite down the snap judgments of other people that make you feel better about yourself. I know, listening to people tell you you're something can be hard not to listen to, but we can try. This is a we, everyone since ever has dealt with it, and it's not a problem of our generation specifically.

I guess that's why this really made me mad. Because our generation doesn't suck. Our generation is pushing the boundaries of technology use day by day, and we're becoming more involved in our world as we get more connected to it. Look what happened to SOPA. We killed it. That was, in large part, us. So chin up. Things aren't so bad.

I mean come on. We're the god damn Harry Potter generation, motherfuckers.

the thing that pisses me off the most is how fucked up our generation is. You wear make-up, you're fake. You don't wear make up, You're ugly. You have sex, you're a whore. You don't have sex, you're square. If you have curves, you're fat. If you don't have curves, you're anorexic. You talk to boys, you're a slut. You don't talk to boys, you're a loser. Everything is so fucking irrelevant. We spend most of our time trying to impress others when really we should concentrate on being ourselves and having fun. Our generation fucking sucks.