38th Tail: Maybe
It’s been too long since I actually put up a real post up here. I’ve just come to this realization. I have changed, I reckon. And, I don’t think it’s all that sad either. You would think it’s love. But, I disagree.
I woke up to the sound of your laughter ringing in my ears. I opened my eyes. You were lying right next to me, possibly deciding whether to cup my face or not. Just like the real you, you maintained that distance between us.
You were there with me for the rest of the day. You tugged at my heartstrings in the same breezy manner, not really knowing how I felt. Or maybe you do know things. I was on my toes for the rest of the day, not wanting you to notice my erring glance or hear that vulnerable sigh I’ve been mastering to hide from you.
You did not let go of me for the rest of the day. You always knew where to find me. You were like the kindergartner who only knows how to make fun of the girl who has eyes only for him.
Then came dusk. You disappeared into the fog. I knew then it was all a dream. The real you wouldn’t be into me.
The real you is someone I can always find flaws with, which I nonetheless accept. The real you happens to be someone who falls below my standards. But, I like that you’re not perfect.
I keep waiting. I keep waiting for you to grow up. I’m in wait for the day when you will stop mistaking me for another person. I’m waiting for the moment when you’ll comprehend what I can offer to you. I’m looking forward to the day when you’ll decipher the reason why you happen to the only person who thinks that my hands sweat a tad bit too much.
I’ve questioned myself multiple times why you bring the most heartfelt smile to my face. You’re neither attractive nor attentive. You wouldn’t be my person of choice if I wanted my feelings to be reciprocated. You expect me to show more affection than I am capable of, disregarding the millions of ways I have showed affection through my own banal means.
I’m starting to have feelings for you. Let us see where that leaves both of us. Maybe, you will learn to love me. Maybe, you never would. Maybe.
[N.B.: The photo credits do not belong to me.]
37th Tail: Hope is all you need
With everything that I going about, here’s the most appropriate poem for whoever needs it most:
Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune—without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
- Emily Dickinson
36th Tail: To Aladdin
[Author’s note: A random letter to an equally random character from the past.]
35th Tail: Shit I actually care for
SOPA seems to be out of the way for now. As for PIPA, we shall have to wait till the 24th. Both of them are potentially destructive legislation, and just put a halt on innovation and job-creation as well. And, it’s not as if these are the sure-kill process for stopping internet piracy. It’s also not fair for me as a human being when I feel like I’m being tailed online like I’m some fugitive. Thank you, but, I appreciate my freedom. I’m sure you do as well. And, if you haven’t already signed the petition, please follow the link and join Google in putting the brakes on the legislation.
You’re welcome, haha. To the US Congress, I may not be a US citizen, but, passing this legislation would only mean that the everyday American is like a sacrificial goat for the biggies. You might not want that.
34th Tail: Shit I don’t care for
[Author’s Note: I’d written this a while ago but didn’t think it was that big of an issue for me for ramble about any longer. But, thank you for reading anyhow. -Scarlett]
Guilty as charged. I am one of those people who watched almost all of videos in the “Shit Girls Say” series. At first I didn’t know what the hullabaloo was about. I would see my friends on facebook posting about it but decided to wait it out. Gradually the number of videos began to spiral out of control and here am I, now, talking to you about my afterthoughts.
The videos provided comic relief. Well, most of them anyways. And, who cares for profound thoughtfulness when you’re laughing for those 2 minutes of your life? Behold, my life is not as despondent as you think it is. But, everything that has a beginning, also has an end. The number of parodies that the viral trend “Shit Girls Say” series spawned has now metamorphosed to mortification. Innovative as all the Youtubers are, they need to acknowledge that things stop being funny after a while. Just look at the statistics of the 3 episodes in the “Shit Girls Say” series, and you’ll know. The number of views of the last to videos combined is nowhere as high as that of the first one in the series. Now you know, statistics don’t lie.
Like some people on the internet, I would not go as far as to say that the videos are “sexist” or “racist.” Call it faith, but I think the videos are just aiming to be satirical and I would say it is a means for people to bring into attention to the kind of everyday racism projected against them. While I acknowledge that it also brings into attention some of the “reverse racism” in the process as well as the portrayal of the stereotypical “white person” as the “stupid blonde,” the “shit” that is said to people in the minority is nonetheless true and shows how ignorant people tend to be.
But, for now, I would say pass to all these memes. Posting them all over the internet [reminds me of bacterial replication] is just overkill. And, no, the “Shit” meme is not funny any longer. We just never know when to stop, do we?
Thank you
- Bored Bambi
