Scatter-brained, Lovely, Empathy.

The Internet should be a place of escape, am I right? 

We come here to leave the real world, express our mind, listen to our favorite music, watch our favorite people be hilarious.

Sometimes it can be a black hole of lies and deception and hurt and temptation.

Hopefully most of us stay away from those kinds of sites, though.

I think we have all heard the term "cyber bully" before.

Not a happy term to be associated with.

Do you know why the Internet brings out such an ugly side in people?

Because they can put whatever they want online.

You can block them and you can delete the comments, but people still see it and some even believe it.

And we can say we don't care what people think, but when someone says something nasty about you and the entire school sees, it's going to hurt at least a little.

I know from straight up experience that even when it is just a tiny text message, it can drive you to do things you never thought you would ever be capable of.

Horrible things.

No.

Being called fat and ugly doesn't ever feel good.

I don't care who you are.

When you feel like you have no one to turn to, no friends, no family.

Even if you do have these resources, sometimes you feel as if you couldn't trust anyone to understand what you are going through.

If you are going through this, I just want you to know, I share a similar connection with it.

I'm not going to tell you i know what you are going through.

Because our circumstances our different, and we are completely different people.

But I will always be willing to listen if you want to talk.

Cyber bullies are cowards.

They hide behind a computer screen and treat people like dirt just to get a couple of laughs.

At least real bullies can look you in the eye and step on you.

They are still cowards, and what they do is still wrong.

But still.

Those who destroy you through computer are so tiny that they feel powerful when they treat people like some sort of untouchable.

Through a computer.

It is a machine.

Grow a pair, people.

Honestly.

When did the world become so corrupt?

People used to be so real.

Why do people think it's so strange that I wish I was born in the late fifties? 

At least people weren't all tied up in themselves and lived real lives.

Every decade has it's issues, I suppose.

I just wish I could fix the entire world.

I would make it so that fashion was an art, not a competition.

I would make it so that people lived in music, not around it.

If only everyone were a song. 

If we were all created from the sound of beautiful music, the world would be perfect.

That is my heaven.

Where every single living thing is made from a song.

Anyways, thanks for reading my scattered thoughts.

I love you.

                       -Megan

Song of the day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoFsshDfE0k&feature=fvsr

Imperfections Abound

Something I think we should all strive for is the ability to say, "I love everyone."

Now, when I was a little crouton, or I suppose you could say, "A small carb in a big carb world", I would say that.

I would tell my little brother that I love everyone and so should he.

He would reply, rather adorably, "Even Hitler?" and I would say,

"Yep, even Hitler."

That is a beautiful thing.

The ability to love so unconditionally.

Even when the person you should love killed thousand and thousands of people.

I feel as if this is a concept that is more openly accepted among the naive at heart.

The world struggles these days with love.

It is a word that we hear often from our parents, our close friends.

We hear it in movies.

What does it mean?

Upon searching the word in a dictionary, I found that love has many meanings.

It may possibly be too general.

Here's one that is more specific:

Tolerance.

According to the dictionary: 

A fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward opinions and practices that differ from one's own.

In other words,

Letting someone be who they are.

We don't even have to like what they are doing.

We don't even have to accept them.

I suppose that what I am getting at is that we don't tolerate each other enough.

Or at all, sometimes.

We see it often in our community when it comes to different sexual orientations.

We may not agree with or understand the fact that a man is more capable of loving another man more than a woman.

But why,

why

should it matter?

Everyone has their imperfection.

I am imperfect.

My imperfection is probably that I am just too good looking.

Haha.

Just kidding.

The point is,

If someone is a good person,

If someone is nice and funny and happy,

than who are we to say that they are wrong? 

Even if we think they are,

Why can't we just let them be themselves?

And usually we struggle accepting someone because of much less.

We don't think they are pretty enough.

We think they are too pretty.

They speak out of turn.

They think differently than we do.

They have a different opinion on something than we do.

They live a different religion.

They dress differently.

Can't we just focus on what is on the inside?

Yeah, yeah. The cheese factory just exploded. 

But seriously.

Before we can say, "I love everyone."

We can try to say, "I accept you for who you are. And I am willing to learn to love you."

Thank you so much for reading.

                -Megan

Pure Beauty:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17y5Qtaix-w

Relationships, High School, Angst.

Well, hello there, beautiful! Hooray for another fabulous day! Well, I'm back again for another talk with you. About something I really hate.

Boys.

They freaking suck.

Oh, and high school, too.

And when you mix 'em together, what do you get?

Teenage Angst.

Everybody needs a little bit of teen angst in their house, right? WRONG. No one needs that! 

You know what is really the worst, though?
Relationships.
Here's why.

Say you have a best friend. You would do anything, ANYTHING for her. You love her. You do everything with her, and when you aren't together you text her constantly. You share memories of asking boys to Sadies, watching Hot Rod and laughing your butts off, nicknaming the boys you like, and that one time you were whipping your hair to 'Whip My Hair' by Willow Smith and you got whiplash and couldn't lift your head for three days. 

This is all hypothetical.

Obviously.

Anyways. What happens when she meets a boy, and they click, and start going on steady dates? What happens to you?

Well, if she is a real best friend, she'll spend equal time with you and him. She'll set you up on dates with his hot friends. And if things go well, you'll become really good friends with this guy.

But, if she isn't a good best friend, she'll forget you completely. She'll still talk to you and she'll still hang out with you, but you will become the constant third wheel. And your friendship will die.

I've had it both ways. The latter was more recent. I don't like losing friends, but I guess it happens. I still care for my friend that I lost. But in life you kind of have to realize who really cares about you and who is willing to throw you away.
If you're reading this, I suppose I just wasn't worth your time. And I'm sorry, but I was done trying to keep something together that you obviously you didn't see as worth fighting for. I was done crying over you, and trying to start conversations in which I was the only one actually talking. I had become invisible to you, and I really don't need another person who doesn't see me. I don't really know how it was possible to go from being best friends one day to not talking to each other whatsoever the next. But, it kind of woke me up to the fact that maybe we were never really such good friends after all. Thank you for all of the good times. I'll probably still celebrate the anniversary of the day that I met you. It seems like it's been a decade since eighth grade Drama class. Thank you for letting me know who my real friends are. I wish you the best.

It is such a crappy feeling, losing someone so close to you.

But we have to move on. What is the point of a friendship where only one person is trying? Forgive and forget, right? Let them be happy with their little fling, because it is so important to them.

And go back to whipping your hair. But be careful, because you really can get whiplash.
Cherish these high school years. Spend them with your real friends, and don't pay any attention to the love birds. Because they aren't going to stop and look up and see reality any time soon, anyways.
Don't waste high school on serious relationships with boys. They won't even be worth it until they get back from their missions. 

After that, waste as much time on them as you want. :)

Whew. Glad I got that off of my shoulders. Thanks for reading!

I love you.

-Megan

Here's a song for you to enjoy! :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XY5WsBO9LQQ

I love this.