There’s always a limit to everything, even it doesn’t seem so.
There’s a reason that perpetual motion isn’t possible, and it’s not just all that sciency stuff about losing energy and transfer of momentum and such.
If you’re doing an activity and you love it, then you may say , “Wow, I could do this forever.”
Well, (news flash) you can’t.
Yeah, you could probably splurge on chocolate pudding for 3-4 hours (I speak from personal experience), but soon it becomes apparent that your stomach would fill, or you would fall asleep, or you would (God forbid) run out of chocolate pudding.
Things want to stop.
None of that inertia crap, ok.
Things get tired, nothing can go on forever.
Hitting that limit isn’t always fun, especially when you want to keep going (especially in the chocolate pudding situation), but sometimes it’s good to know when to stop.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am very competitive. And by competitive, I mean that I think I’m better than everyone at everything. (Sometimes it’s called arrogance, but whatever.)
Somehow, I’m always finding myself being a one-upper, or talking about myself when a friend’s problems come up.
I don’t consciously do it for attention, but I guess a shrink would say that I’m still craving people’s attention.
It’s not like I don’t want other people to have good achievements, it’s just that maybe I like to bask in my own glory?
I don’t know.
For now, let’s stick to being competitive as an excuse.
1. Sorry for being so inconsistent with blogging, I have been very busy these past weeks.
An interesting idea has come to mind, as was presented by our guest stretch teacher.
(In fact, this came from a Star Trek episode, but I won’t bore you with the details.)
What if we aged backwards?
Now I’m not exactly sure on the mechanics of this, but basically, everyone would be born very elderly, with essentially, the mind of a newborn baby. As they “age”, people begin to look younger and younger until they revert back to an infantile state, and then finally die.
When our teacher told us of this concept, the first thing out of our mouths was,
“But then you would know exactly when you would die.”
Now isn’t that an interesting idea!
Of course, aging in our terms has a set limit (the world record is 128 years old), however, it is not concrete. This gives us some comfort in the form of delusion because maybe we will be the first ones to live to who knows how old.
However, in this theoretical situation, there is a strict point when life ceases.
Also, it is apparent that children in this instance, would be much much wiser than the adults.
(Which in my opinion, is applicable.)
W H IC H M E A N S
TEENAGERS WOULD BE SOME OF THE SMARTEST (AND RIGHTEST) PEOPLE OUT THERE.
In the end of every situation, someone is always going to be pissed off or sad or something. Even the “win-win” attitude that is put up on its own little pedestal, isn’t flawless.
Giving little kids stupid plastic medals for “participation”.
No.
Just no.
Yeah, they’re just kids, but then losing, even by a lot, helps them learn.
Even children have to learn that winning takes work and you have to earn it, not just participate.
If the kids are smart enough to realize the plastic medal theory, then they get mad, and we go back to the fact that nobody can truly “win-win”.
So, yes, it sucks to lose. But if you don’t lose, then what’s going to motivate you to win?
Does someone walking down a school hall, sarcastically saying, “Hey baby.” To every girl that passes, considered cat-calling?
Well, it’s a bit debatable.
Even if this person is saying it sarcastically, just to piss people off, is it still okay?
Personally, I threw the best shade I have and promptly said, “Shut up.” And kept walking.
However, the mentality of this guy is what really bothers me. Yeah, it’s totally okay to cat-call girls with no provocation whatsoever.
Ummmm, not really…
The idea that young males in our society are starting cat-calling behavior at a young age (even as a joke) is appalling.
So yo, if you’re a dude, don’t frickin do it. It’s not a compliment, it’s rude.
If you’re a girl, do what I did, but maybe with stronger word choice depending on the situation.
Thanks for listening.
Er…reading.
Whatever.
Today’s challenge:
(Not a challenge but) I’m getting a new phone soon and I hope that I can keep my pictures, apps, etc. There may be a gap in blogging, sorry!
There are a number of things in this world that, in my mind, are completely and utterly useless. I find the need to express this because it frustrates me. So, here are Rants About Unnecessary Things.
1. The Spork-
OK, but really, what purpose does this really serve? It’s literally only a way to win a Scrabble game.
“It is a real word, mom! ”
Or maybe something a dementia patient would name their gerbil.
“Here, Spork!”
Now, the spoon? That utensil is perfect in every way. As is the fork, however the need for the Spork is basically nonexistent.
2. Houseplants-
“Hey, John! You know what this house needs? A bunch of greenery to make you sneeze during pollen season and to die when you ultimately forget to water it. ”
Basic logic obviously.
Right?
Wrong. Very wrong.
But, hey, if you happen to be a sixty-year-old woman named Gertrude that actually has time for and enjoys gardening activities what compels you to move those plants inside? Why can you not be satisfied by landscaping in the yard? It’s really not that hard.
3. Those balconies that you actually can’t go out onto but they’re just there for no reason.
Let me tell you, the interior designers will have my hide for this but, I really really see no need for these dingy little balconies in front of houses. If you can’t get out onto it even if you’re a puny child why would you put it there? I mean if you’re some fat guy trying to escape a fire, it’s really not going to help you. There’s just no point.
Those are just some of the things that annoy the crap out of me. And those aren’t even the people!
Today’s challenge:
I don’t think I could survive in a school with uniforms.
Yes, uniforms provide a LOT of extra time in the morning. But, they do not provide individuality or creativity. No one wants to learn in a classroom full of identical robots in white polos and horrible plaid skirts.
I find that I like to express myself through the clothes I wear, so a uniform would be stifling.
A bit too often, people are faced with a crisis of self-worth. One may think they are insufficient because of some mistake or corroboration of their internal fears.
It’s so easy to think
“I’m worthless”
Or
“I’m not good at anything”
,when faced with failure.
However, in most cases, this is most easily solved by a change in perspective.
Yes, you may have gotten a horrible, even disgusting, grade on that science quiz, but does that mean you’re a horrible scientist?
No. You simply made the mistake of not paying attention or studying. This does not mean that you are a horrible student either.
No. You just made a mistake that is easily rectified by hard work and diligence.
You may feel like one mistake is the end of everything, but the truth is, in one mistake, there are a thousand lessons. Listen, learn, and you needn’t make that same mistake every again.
A poem:
(I’m in an artsy mood this weekend, don’t judge.)
Life throws many challenges.
Is it always worth it?
Full hearts and open minds are all one could ask for.
Of all the happinesses, you are mine.
Perspectives are numerous.
Open up to the people around you.
Your self-worth is what you believe, not others opinions of you.
Eyes can shine with the light that resides inside the heart.
And though everything can seem pointless at a time, all will be well.
I wrote this the other day, when I wasn’t having the best day…hope you like it!
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Life is filled with people, with things, with thoughts, with dreams, with laughter, with passions, with love. No matter how much it is tipped, the cup of life is never empty.
Even sadness will come into the light, for it is always accompanied by a friend. Sobs with laughter and tears with smiles make up the fabric of the universe.
Light touches on skin send pulses through the hearts of many, the constant beat stops altogether when eyes meet and bodies collide.
Things and more things are woven together, chords of soft silk connecting an inkwell with a fallen rose petal.
Clicks and buttons and gears make the world turn, but underneath, a tranquil ocean sits, waiting.
Thoughts and the spoken word are no longer hand in hand, as emotions drift further from their origin.
Deception lies all around- trickery never tells the truth.
Looking does not always mean watching, listening does not always mean understanding, and touching does not always mean reaching.
The power of control over others is a lost art. A single mind cannot change the souls of the many, and the difference between giving up and letting go is not always distinct.
We may forget about the past actions of others in the light of their current behaviors. Whether we disregard them or not is our choice, or more commonly, our mistake to make.
Learning requires openness, for even the sharpest minds are dulled by disinterest.
Wallowing in self-pity resolves nothing but examining the problem at hand. Sometimes it is necessary.
Avoiding what is imminent only lends itself in assistance to underpreparation. Anticipating what is to come far in the future only lights anxiety in the mind of the anticipator. Living in the moment is best, if only looking back to learn from mistakes, and looking forward to avoid them in the future.
Life is filled with people, with things, with thoughts, with dreams, with laughter, with passions, with love. No matter how much it is tipped, the cup of life is never empty.
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So recently, I read Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer by Rick Riordan.
***SPOILERS***
Basically, the story starts off with the death of the main character- normally not a good idea, but in this case, it works.
Magnus Chase is like a rugged, homeless Percy Jackson, who somehow manages to become more and more lively after he dies. This story had great interpretation of Norse mythology, in some of the same way as Percy Jackson, but somewhat less of the real world interpreted. Even Annabeth is in the story, providing her usual strength and wit.
The only thing that bugs me about this book is that, even after Magnus is dead, he still refers to his life and/or not wanting to die.
???
Overall a great book, and I’m looking forward to the rest of the series in the future!
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