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My name is Mariam and through this blog I'm discovering things about the world, and about myself. Through all my blogs you'll see craziness, political insight, celebrity mania, musical interest, total drama queen-ness,all about boys, and ever changing views on everything. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. You're about read the pages of my epic diary. Welcome to my world, and feel free to come back ;)

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

I see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in them; Drizzy still got some '06 in him

I have an issue of coming off the right way. What people think of me shouldn't matter, but it does. Perception is reality. It won't matter how great of a person you are inside if no one knows. God sees what's inside and he knows, but the people on earth have no idea. I know that it's possible to care for a total stranger. I don't mean in a romantic way, just a human to human way. There are people I've never met but prayed for. Stories of people who've been through tragic things on television, and people in my own life that could use a miracle. They never have any idea and that's a bit magical to me. I believe that they're benefiting from the prayers and positive thoughts, and I don't really need significance for it. Nowadays it seems like people only remember your random mistakes anyways. Every once in a while (okay..a lot more than that) I make a mistake. It's nothing big it just sticks with me. Some guy came up to me and started dancing insane at this party. I just froze like a deer in the headlights. That was embarrassing enough, but then instead of telling him to stop I started dancing too. I decided to just go with it. My cousin was the one with the logical sense to put a stop to it making sure no one sees. I would have embarrassed myself. That wasn't the kind of thing I wanted to be known for doing, but I couldn't find a way to stop it. I worry a lot about peoples feelings and not making anyone feel bad.

I think its because I can be pretty sensitive at times I automatically assume other people are as well. At basketball games I don't feel right just cheering for the star even if none of them see me at all. I think everyone deserves to feel loved and special and would hate to be the reason why someone's light doesn't shine as bright. I know it's cheesy, but it's the way I am. Sometimes it prevents me from telling people the absolute truth. I constantly have to put a positive spin on it. Somewhere along the line I ended up surrounding myself with people just as sensitive as I am. The benefit of this is that they understand what I'm going through. The negative is that I end up walking on eggshells around them as well. In general, no one likes being told their wrong. The truth hurts everyone's feelings at some point or another even my own, but you should have to hear it at some point or another.

We live in a time where no one ever talks. One of my lab classes is on the sixth floor, so I take the elevator up most days. It's often full of people and always silent. Everyone has their headphones in or is doing something or another on their phone. Yesterday, there were two old men riding the elevator. Not the creepy kind of old guy, but the spunky and hip type. This might sound weird, but I enjoy talking to old people. It's so much more fun when you're not attracted to them and their not attracted to you. They're secure so you don't have to walk on egg shells around them. By the time people are further in their years, they've realized that peoples opinions of you don't matter as much as you think. I feel like most silent elevator types either feel too good to talk to the others or like saying hello is a waste of time. If you're human and I'm human, and we're trapped in a small piece of technology that encourages our common laziness we should be able to at least greet each other. That kind of interaction just doesn't exist anymore. You're probably wondering, what does the old guy have to do with this? While in the elevator he said, I'm the only one in here not using one of those gadgets. Do you know you all spend six hours a day on those things? No one said anything, so I said, "well i'd believe it". He also started describing all the muscles in the neck that have side effects from looking down at our phones so long. It was really interesting information. By one stranger in an elevator being brave enough to say something, I gained a plethora of information.

Moral of the story is "Be who you are, say what you think, and most importantly never apologize for how you feel. That's like saying sorry for being real" . That was a combination of me, Dr. Suess, and a tweet. Soak in the genius.

song of the day : From Time - Drake ft. Jhene Aiko (Nothing was the Same is absolutely brilliant, and this song has the prize as my favorite song on the album)

quote of the day : Great thoughts speak only to the thoughtful mind, but great actions speak to all mankind. - Theodore Roosevelt