rants-and-ideas

Sex in the 21st Century

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 07:44:53 +0100

I'm not sure if it is just me, but has sex a lot more prominent in our lifestyle in the last few years? I mean, its used to sell products like deodorant "smell like this and chicks will be all over you." It's absolutely ridiculous but "sex sells," which I really don't understand.
I was reading "Will Grayson, Will Grayson," and Will tells Tiny he loves him, as a friend and Tiny says "You coming out to me Grayson? Because I'd sooner go straight then be gay with you."
And Will turns to him and says “NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it's the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not that important. You know what's important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!”
And I think that is the point I am trying to make. When did sex become so important? When did it become the thing we revolve our lives around? When did having sex with some girl or guy become the reason behind our wardrobe or hygiene choices?
I think the answer lies between the easy access the internet has given people to sex and the belief that has come from consumeristic values that only really good looking or rich or people who have it all can only be the ones to participate in sexual activities.

Changes and Realisations

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 08:23:52 +0100

Changes and Realisations in the last month:

I finished my TVET course, which I am extremely sad about.
I start year 12 in six days, which I am scared to no end about.
I realised I want to be a print news journalist.
I am at a stage in my life where I dont like anyone and dont feel the need to like anyone.
I have never wanted more to mean something or matter.
I really miss reading, and am so glad I have had the chance to catch up on it

John Green

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 06:22:27 +0100

John Green is an American author who has a vlog with his brother, Hank. Im in love with everything he says, and all his ideas. He is brilliant. I dont think one of his books has not made me cry. He has written Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, The Fault in Our Stars and Paper Towns, and each one of them does not fail to make me think long and hard. This quote describes this so perfectly.

photo credit to ~ItsOnlyDallis

This began as an attempt to tell a story...

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 10:26:33 +0100

The story of Renee never ceases to break my heart, never ceases to inspire me. To Write Love On Her Arms is a not for profit charity raising awareness on teen depression. In year 8, three other girls and I stood in front of our school's teaching faculty, about 80+ teachers. They didnt really care what we had to say, until one of the P.E teachers came up to me and said what a great job we did getting our message across. We tried to get them to realise we are not alone, that we are important.
Renee's story, the beginning of TWLOHA is worth a read any day of the weak.
"Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."

Hello Internet

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 11:41:34 +0100

There are few things I haven't mentioned on this site, like for starters, who the hell am i? I mean, am I some 40 year old male impersonating a 17 year old girl? No. Yes, I am aware thats what the 40 year old male would say. Am I a 17 year old girl impersonating a 40 year old man? You bet I am!
Of course, I'm kidding.
I know I've left this a bit late, but hello! My name is Claudia. I am a teenage girl, I promise! I write when I get sad or angry or just cant find the right words to say, and if I cant find the right words to right, I make up scenarios in my head. If im not spending time in the make believe fantasy fun land I call my head, Im on the internet or at some kind of educational facility or work.
I hope you enjoy the fact the only way I can express my thoughts is to strangers on the internet, well actually, Kurt is the only person that reads this I think so Hi Kurt!
Anyway, Im trying to work out how to put a comments section up. The way yola makes you do it is a pain so we'll see how that goes.

There are two things I dont talk about with people; religion and politics

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 11:13:52 +0100

Oops...make that one thing I dont talk about with people. So, Religion. I believe there is a God, and that all religions are just a different side or view of that one Higher Power. That doesnt mean I agree with every detail of every religion. There are some occasions where I laugh, because what is being said to me just cant be right.
Anyway, this comes from a discussion with one of my friends. (Let's call her Mary?) Anyway, Mary has been trying to convince me to come to church with her for the past two or three years and I keep making up excuses. They've ranged from I dont know what I believe to I was christened orthodox (which I was) and my parents dont want me to go, but I can make the decision at 18 etc. Until, finally, last friday I brought my point up with her. She gave the usual generic "There is only one God response" but after a little antagonizing I got her to have a discussion with me. My point was "With my work friends and at work I'm different to when I'm with you guys here, or when I'm with my family, but I am still me. All three sides of them are me"
Mary's response was epic. "Okay. So at school, I dress and act like a girl but at youth I dress and act as a boy. You know me as one, and they know me as another. You'll fight and argue but only one of you will be right." I didnt expect her to make such a valid argument.
Then some chick interrupted our debate by laying on our table (Thanks -.-).
Anyway, Mary, my response? They both know you. They know your secrets and dreams, you've just remodelled them a little. Both sides could probably agree that youre smart, that you're insane. They know you by a different name, but they know you want peace and happiness for the people.

Watch

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 09:15:49 +0100

I cried

Mish Mash

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 10:31:43 +0100

Im actually so glad school is back. The holidays were so incredibly lonely for me. Things happened before the holidays that led to awkwardness during the holidays. A few of my friends went away and whenever I tried to organise something the ones that were here were too busy for me. Im pretty sure there were days I didnt speak, which is saying something. I tuned out, stayed in my head and went into zombie mode. Thats always fun. Things are always better during school. You dont have to organise to see someone, you see them in the breaks between classes or at lunch. Its brilliant.
I said all these things to my friend last night, and it was good to just say it.
Now, this friend is a major hard ass. At school, he pretends to be a tad bit dimmer then he really is and is sort of bordering on one dimensional, only having three main interests (if i say what they are, they'll give away his identity and he'll kick my butt if I did that).
Yet, and I know this will make him laugh, he is one of the most genuine and kind guys I know. He gives the best advice and threatens me if I tell anyone what a softy he is. I find that entertaining, as I know he wouldnt even dream of doing that shit.
So, to my friend, who will most likely read this, I get the whole not being a softy around everyone, and Im glad you trust me enough to let me see that, though I dont know if you really trust anyone. You know who you remind me of? Red Foreman from "That 70s Show"
Anyway, youre a top bloke, aye. I just wanted to say thanks for putting up with my shit.

Cute things

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 11:51:58 +0100

So, on Thursday night while I was at work, a guy came up to me needing help finding a maternity skirt for his wife. He was so happy that he couldnt stop smiling. He said to me that he'd just come back from the ultrasound with his wife. He said he saw his little boy or girl's heart beat and that he couldnt wait to be a father. He told me he wasnt scared anymore. I then spoke to his wife, and the two couldnt stop smiling at each other. It was exactly like what young love is meant to be.

The second cute thing happened tonight. A woman, no more then 20 was at the bar serving this old bloke, and she was asking him about his son and he continued to tell her about his wife, and how they met on a boat after he came back from war, and she already knew the story. But she smiled, and laughed and looked a 100% interested. It just stuck with me.

Number Six

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 09:11:00 +0100

Finish what I start.
I am notorious for starting things and never seeing them through. It is mostly to do with writing things. For example; Nameless. Nameless is a screen play I have been writing (with the help of two amazing people). Its about five teenagers who are pretty messed up and hanging by a thread. Things start to get better and then one dies and everything goes wrong. I was determined to finish it. Absolutely determined. For a while, it took over my life and I kept it a secret from the majority of my friends so they wouldnt think I was some suicidal nutter (sorry guys!). Unfortunately, the majority of the time with these things I get distracted. Or I change my mind about the direction I want it to go in. Or, put so perfectly, life takes over. The experiences you write about become reality and you get lost.
With Nameless, however, I have people who are determined to make me finish it though. But, unless they harass me, it will never happen.