Sunday, January 23, 2011
Cassie Ainsworth
Cassie Ainsworth. Where to begin? Cassie is a character in the Brtish teen show, Skins. Cassie has a lot of problems, most notably drug addiction and anorexia. Her good points have to do with taking care of of friends. I do like her sense of style. Hannah Murray apparently used her own wardrobe. Kudos to you, Hannah! Everyone had problems, some people just don't cope as well with theirs. Any thoughts on Cassie Ainsworth, and how you might relate to her?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Trust
What is trust? Who do we trust? Why do we trust? The biggest question- Why do we misplace trust?
Why does anyone betray trust? What do they get out of this action? What makes them think that they can re-earn trust?
Once something is done there is no way to take it back. The same thing goes for trust. Once it is given, it must be maintained and nurtured, such as a child. When trust is betrayed, one does not blindly give it back to the person who lost it in the first place. We may forgive, but we do not forget. Unless of course, one comes about amnesia... When trust is lost, it disappears into nothingness.
Who do we trust? Some people trust everyone, without some much as a second thought. Then there are those who trust no one with any information that could possibly threaten them in any way. Those people withhold the truth from everyone. Many people are like this. I believe it is because their hearts have been blackened and scorned so many times that it makes them... different. Well, not so much different as alone.
We are alone if we have no one to talk to... We all feel heartbreak, so why do we do what we do? I will never understand the chaos that is the Human mind (and I don't pretend to) however, we all want to be loved, even those who are hated.
Why does a person trust in the first place? Is it because we want to have people that care about us? Is it because we feel so alone all the time that we believe if we trust someone we will have someone to share our lives with? Is it because we feel so overwhelmed by what is within our souls and hearts that we go against our better judgment and tell people who we don't trust?
Why do we trust people that we don't know and who don't know us more than those who do? Many people (not unlike myself) choose to blog about things they think about, because they know that no one they know will ever read it. What does that truly mean? Does it mean we do not trust those around us who do know us for who we are?
Just yesterday, a person who I have known for several years asked me why I chose not to confide in her the way I do with my family and my "family", why I don't tell her how I feel and what happens in my life that is important to me. I would not lie to her... I was honest and I told her exactly what I felt. I replied:
"The reason I don't tell you anything isn't because I don't have anything to say. I have a million things that are racing through my head right now. Things, that if made public, could do many things to me. I have a thousand things to say, and I feel every emotion the same way that you do. I would love to share these things. I really do. It's not because I dislike you, because I think you are nice, sweet even. But how should I know that you are not lying to me? Who says that you aren't luring me in with a false sense of security and when I turn my back you tell every person that we know everything I told you in confidence that you wouldn't share it? It isn't because I don't know you well enough, because I do. I just don't trust you. I have no reason to."
This brings me to my last topic today- Why do we choose the wrong people to trust? Is it because we lie to ourselves? Do we care? Do we loved them? Yeah, right. Think about it and reply.
Why does anyone betray trust? What do they get out of this action? What makes them think that they can re-earn trust?
Once something is done there is no way to take it back. The same thing goes for trust. Once it is given, it must be maintained and nurtured, such as a child. When trust is betrayed, one does not blindly give it back to the person who lost it in the first place. We may forgive, but we do not forget. Unless of course, one comes about amnesia... When trust is lost, it disappears into nothingness.
Who do we trust? Some people trust everyone, without some much as a second thought. Then there are those who trust no one with any information that could possibly threaten them in any way. Those people withhold the truth from everyone. Many people are like this. I believe it is because their hearts have been blackened and scorned so many times that it makes them... different. Well, not so much different as alone.
We are alone if we have no one to talk to... We all feel heartbreak, so why do we do what we do? I will never understand the chaos that is the Human mind (and I don't pretend to) however, we all want to be loved, even those who are hated.
Why does a person trust in the first place? Is it because we want to have people that care about us? Is it because we feel so alone all the time that we believe if we trust someone we will have someone to share our lives with? Is it because we feel so overwhelmed by what is within our souls and hearts that we go against our better judgment and tell people who we don't trust?
Why do we trust people that we don't know and who don't know us more than those who do? Many people (not unlike myself) choose to blog about things they think about, because they know that no one they know will ever read it. What does that truly mean? Does it mean we do not trust those around us who do know us for who we are?
Just yesterday, a person who I have known for several years asked me why I chose not to confide in her the way I do with my family and my "family", why I don't tell her how I feel and what happens in my life that is important to me. I would not lie to her... I was honest and I told her exactly what I felt. I replied:
"The reason I don't tell you anything isn't because I don't have anything to say. I have a million things that are racing through my head right now. Things, that if made public, could do many things to me. I have a thousand things to say, and I feel every emotion the same way that you do. I would love to share these things. I really do. It's not because I dislike you, because I think you are nice, sweet even. But how should I know that you are not lying to me? Who says that you aren't luring me in with a false sense of security and when I turn my back you tell every person that we know everything I told you in confidence that you wouldn't share it? It isn't because I don't know you well enough, because I do. I just don't trust you. I have no reason to."
This brings me to my last topic today- Why do we choose the wrong people to trust? Is it because we lie to ourselves? Do we care? Do we loved them? Yeah, right. Think about it and reply.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friends
What is a friend really? Is it someone who loves you? Is it someone who cares about you? Is a friends someone who hates the same assholes you hate? I have to say, making friends is hard. Losing them is easy. People slip through our fingers everyday, like sand in an hour glass. But what does that mean with those that we truly trust? Should we not trust our friends? Should we hide out fears and worries away from those closest to us? Is it true that those who know us best hurt us the most?
Friends are hard to make. It's hard to walk up to someone and introduce yourself, to talk about someone that you enjoy speaking about and then end up being friends. These days half of the people on someone's friends list on Facebook and Myspace aren't even people the person remotely likes. Is that what a friend is? Someone who you don't like yet allow to see your personal information?
This year I was able to check off one of my goals. I made friends with three wonderful girls who happened to be better at being friends than the ones that I so desperately wanted to love me before. I can honestly say that I made three friends. I made them all at once, and now... I feel complete.
A friend is someone who loves you. It doesn't matter how they show it. It doesn't matter how they tell you. They love you, and that is that.
Friends are hard to make. It's hard to walk up to someone and introduce yourself, to talk about someone that you enjoy speaking about and then end up being friends. These days half of the people on someone's friends list on Facebook and Myspace aren't even people the person remotely likes. Is that what a friend is? Someone who you don't like yet allow to see your personal information?
This year I was able to check off one of my goals. I made friends with three wonderful girls who happened to be better at being friends than the ones that I so desperately wanted to love me before. I can honestly say that I made three friends. I made them all at once, and now... I feel complete.
A friend is someone who loves you. It doesn't matter how they show it. It doesn't matter how they tell you. They love you, and that is that.
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