I'm in a weird mood today. Writing about it may help, but I'm not sure because I can't tell how I'm feeling. I think slightly annoyed, possibly lonely. People are getting to me lately. >_< I've figured I'd give up on dating, at least for a little while. The two people I have cared about the most in my life have both dropped their interests, and I am once again, stuck at the beginning... I can't force them to share a relationship with me, I wouldn't want them too anyways, because they are too selfish. What's the point of trying to date when it generally ends up in heartache? This isn't ment to be a negative comment because of my experiences...it's the truth, and maybe you will see why in a second. Teenagers were not ment to date, most of us can't handle the responsibility of caring for another, because we are too busy worrying about ourselves all the time. Some of you could say, "no that's wrong, I can care for another person"...but I don't think people realize the real meaning of love at all. In America, love is portayed in sexual connotations. Love does involve sex, but the perception is extremely skewed, and the idea of love and being with another person has been manipulated into something so shallow. Some of you may call me a hypocrite, but you know what? Everyone is a hypocrite in the end, so get over it... The only difference between the other people and me, is that I want to eventually learn from my mistakes in the past, and never mistake one thing for the other again. Hindsight is 20/20 afterall. <----- I've been hearing this saying a lot lately, which seems weird to me. Something that really bugs me...why do people go on about hating? "We hate the posers, hypocrites, liars, backstabbers, fakes, bullies...blah blah blah." Tell me this, when haven't we all been one of those kinds of people? I think I've been every single one of those things at least once in my life. Am I one of them still? I don't know, probably... And if I'm not still, I may be again soon...the "real world" as they like to call it, isn't so real afterall. Basically, what I'm saying is that your life is a fake once you get past childhood. Actually, depending on how you lived through your childhood, that could be considered fake too. Now see, this is something that has never made sense to me...calling it the "real world" when adults have so many secrets to hide from everyone. I mean yeah, I've hidden some secrets, but it just seems so horrible to move on into the adult world. Your dreams die, you end up working at a job you complain about everyday, and you have kids way too early. That's not obviously the way every person's life is, but it just seems like no one is in tune with themselves anymore, and they get so wrapped up in being miserable, instead of living a fufilling life. I guess the problem with that though is the fact that work, sleep, and watching television takes up most of a person's life. I swear I'm not owning a television for a long time, or at least I won't have cable/satellite. I have so many more things I could do instead of watching the idiot box. People don't appreciate what has been given to them in life...that's what really comes down to it. There are gifts that every person has, but how many people acutally know what they are? Virtually none, I'm sure. Eh, whatever, life goes on. Well, I'm going to go now, I don't have much else to say... <3 <3 Cait |