The Media (Random Blog)

I don't know about you, but I hate the media. They make a lot of people feel bad. The way they show people is unrealistic. I mean, what's happened to the world? Where all we see is girls and guys on magazines looking all "perfect" and trying to pursue you to look all "perfect" too. When I was younger, I didn't mind looking at the magazines because I didn't really catch the ads that were in the magazines. Now that I am older, I see so many ads trying to pursue me to look a certain way or to dress a certain way. The cover of a magazine is the first thing that makes you feel like you should look like the people in the magazine. I usually see a guy that is shirtless with a six pack and on the side of the cover it usually says "Get the secret to abs in six minutes!" Now I hate looking at magazines. When I'm at a store, I do my best to ignore the magazines at the counter, because I know if I look at them, it will only make me feel bad. Today, I am learning to love myself. I am learning to not let the media try to pursue me to not be myself, because being myself is the thing I love to do and I never want that to change.

Follow Trends or Be Original?

It was almost afternoon. I was in school, it was lunchtime. Students were crowded in the halls. Some were going to buy lunch, and some were eating their lunch. I was just walking around. I was going to go to the cafeteria to buy some lunch. It was lasagna, my favourite. Although, I think I make better lasagna. I was walking towards the cafeteria by myself, when I pass a guy. He's looking at me weird. I have no idea why he would be because I don't even know him. He comes closer and says, "Nice sweater." Thinking it was a compliment, I said, "Thanks." I looked at his sweater, and then mine, and realized that we are wearing the same sweater. How humiliating.  I hate when that happens. I remember buying that sweater. I was out with friends and we were at the mall. We were with a couple of girls and they wanted to go shopping, so we went along. I saw this sweater, and to me, it wasn't something I usually buy, but my friends all loved that sweater. They told me to buy it. At first, I was set on not buying it because I didn't like it that much, but my friends convinced me that I should buy it so I did. They kept telling me how it looked so good, and everyone's wearing it, so it was a good purchase. They told me it was the new "trend" and I'd be fitting in with the crowd. After the incidence at school, I will not let my friends convince me to buy a sweater I don't like, just because it's the new "trend." That is the last time I will follow a trend. Being original is the way to go.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is a funny thing to me. I believe forgiveness is really important for a better, longer and happier life, but it is not easy for me to forgive. If someone does something really bad to me and they've hurt me, I feel I want them to feel like how I felt. I will make them feel bad for making me feel bad. It's like I want payback. Even when they apologize to me, it is still hard for me to forgive right away. I feel that a person has to work hard to get my forgiveness, especially when they hurt me. I want them to work hard because I lose a little of their trust when they hurt me. It might take awhile for them to gain back my trust for them, but in the end, I will forgive them because I know it is the right thing to do. I guess I just have to change. I have to learn to forgive people more, or else I will just lose every person who I cared about. I also have to learn to forgive people more, because it is healthy for a better, longer and happier life, and that's exactly how I want my life. I want to live life happy, with no grudges.

Personal Goals

I believe it is great to set goals for one's self. I always set goals for myself. When I set goals, I write down my goals on a piece of paper or on an agenda. Also when I write my goal, I either think or write down why I want to achieve this goal. I think it's important to know why you want a specific goal because if you don't, there's really no point of trying to achieve it. Not knowing why you want it, won't make you want to achieve it. I make sure I write down my goal at a place where I can see it written everyday. Having it in a place where I can see it everyday is important to me because it will be a reminder. It will remind me everyday that I need to do something each day to get closer to achieve those goals. I think goals are great to better a person. Setting goals is a good thing, but it's another thing to achieve it. It's the best feeling to achieve the goal. When I achieve a goal, I feel so proud of myself, but making goals can also make me feel real down. If I don't achieve my goal, I will feel like a failure and it will put me down for awhile. It's really important to me to make goals and to work really hard to achieve it, because it will make me feel like a winner and not a loser.

To Lie or Tell the Truth?

One time, when I was home alone, I was sitting in the living room by myself eating chips and drinking coke. What a bad snack. I was watching television and also trying to do my homework, but the television was distracting. When I went to grab a piece of chip, I accidently knocked over my can of coke. It spilled all over the living room carpet. Panic, I ran to the kitchen to get paper towels. I went back to the living room and tried to soak up all the coke that spilled on the floor and also the coke that spilled on the table, soaking some of the chips I was eating. I manage to soak up most of the coke, but now there was a huge black stain on our white carpet. It looked bad. All I could think about was how much I was going to get in trouble when my parents arrive home. I tried spraying carpet stain remover, but it only made the stain worse. I thought of applying bleach to the carpet and scrubbing the stain off, but I didn't want the living room to have a smell of bleach. I was getting scared. In my mind, I was trying to think of something to do that would try to make the stain off or help me so I wouldn't get in trouble. My parents then came home. They saw the huge stain and asked what happened. I thought of saying that I had already found the stain when I came home, but my face would already read off that I was guilty, so that wouldn't work. I also thought of saying that my sister had made the stain, but she wasn't even home to make the stain. Not being able to think of anything, I just confessed and told the truth. My parents were mad, but they were glad that I told them the truth. Honesty is the best policy.