I sometimes wonder why I don't know my friends very well. I do know them, but not the way they think I do.
Recently, I found out that some of my friends are very, very depressed and have started cutting and doing other dangerous thins. I knew that they had self-esteem issues. I did, too. Everyone dislikes something about themselves, regardless of how perfect or imperfect they look on the outside.
I have been reading my friend's blog, in which she describes how she is dealing with life and everything that comes with it using a pseudonym. I think it is very brave of her to put everything out there like that. She is not giving out what people would view as "personal information:" the school she goes to, her hometown, social security number, etc. What she is giving out, in essence, is a sense of purpose.
By writing a blog about her feelings, I think she is unconsciously aware of a sense of purpose. She knows that what she writes can be taken and used against her, yet she writes it anyway. Now that's the stubborn, headstrong girl I know and love! :) <3
I wish I could talk to her more and give her some of my self-esteem or at least hug her more often. But that can be difficult as we live farther away now. She used to live in walking distance from me. But now that I am in college, we don't have that anymore. I wish I had gone to see her more often, or talked to her more often.
I miss you, friend.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Bravery Comes in All Sizes
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
What is Humanity?
What is Humanity? A broad question that at first may seem quite idiotic. Of course, we are humanity. But, how you define what humanity is? Humanity is and isn't at the same time. Everyone is different.
Indeed, we are all humans. But humanity and what it consists of and doesn't consist of is a very sensitive topic for many people. One person's version of what humanity is a probably very different from another person's view.
I am writing a story called "Humanity Overlooked". It is called this because, in the aftermath of a crime, the people investigating the crime and the media focus on racial issues instead of the humans affected.
Now that I think about it, what exactly is it overlooking? Is it overlooking humanity? I can call the story "Humanity Overlooked". But that title might not be true for every character. Some people overlook things everyday because they are closed-minded. Some of them won't change. It doesn't matter how many arguments or debates you have with them. They're not going to see the light. So, they are alread "overlooked".
I am not going to say that Humanity is doomed, but this notion that things are what they are bugs me. If people thought that way in 1920, women would not be able to vote. If people thought that way in the 1800s, there would not have been an abolotionists movement.
Sorry if I am in a rant.
I feel very strongly about human rights.
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
It is a gorgous day, today. Need I say, more?
No, I don't need to. But I will. As many people know, when you give me a pen and paper (or a keyboard, in this case) it is hard to shut me up. Go ahead and try, I implore you. Good luck.
College writing is more difficult than high school, for sure. I, however, am up to the challenge. Hey, the name's Heather and writing is the name of my game. Lame, I know. But oh so true.
I want to get published one day. I know that I will be published one day. But today my advisor gave me some very good advice: wait. I need to grow as a person, and most importantly, enjoy college. The publishing offers will come in due time.
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
The (supposedly) Best Years of My Life
Apparently my years at college will be some of the best years of my life. To me, I think it's all a little bit of both heartbreak and happiness. College can't always be a fun experience. What would you learn about the real world?
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Friday, September 12, 2008
The Art of Prose
What is prose? What is poetry? It is easy to say that poetry and prose are art. Then again, art is only what we make it out to be. I write prose. I write poetry. Yet, is it art? To be quite honest, I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps it is wishful thinking on my part or maybe I am a literary genius, as some have said.
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Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Boys like girls: Thunder
This is a writing experiment of mine. I have to write something while listening to a song. Deep emotions, or something preposterous. When the song is over, I publish what I have written. No repeats, no edits. The title of the song is Thunder. It is by Boys like Girls. I will have a set theme for this one, as I do know this song. The theme of the song is love. So I will write about love and how, as humanity we search for it throughout our lives. Here goes.
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