Beneath the dust

I found my forte, my special place. I discovered chalk art and have fallen in love. It happened when I came across a set of pastels buried somewhere in the mess that is my room. I was searching for my favorite pen, while coincidently doing some homework. I think the attention disorder that I tell myself I have so I feel good kicked in. Whatever I might have been doing was lost. It was one of those points where there is that song that we all have comes into your mind. It drowns out all the doubt and anything else. Anyway, I took my pastels, all perfect from never being used and left to a quiet spot. I found the kitchen. With that song in my head I gingerly removed the shiny wrapper, which I might have played with for five minutes. With the chalk scraping the paper, my hand let itself go to work. In minutes I had something going; a good start. But it needed more. It needed that unique attribute. With discouragement at hand, I was ready to just quit. But the universe had something else on the table. As I was turning toward the window that faced me, this light surged through the thick tint. It blotted out every dark cloud and every plant on the outside world. My inspiration was a moment of luck, perhaps some fortunate karma. I added a twist to my painting, and it was light that complimented the dusty medium. Since my first my moment, I have oft dabbled in the chalk. It might be that it has won the special place as my favorite, or that I love to make a mess. Either of these reasons may have equipped me with the desire to engulf my world in art. Whatever purpose it serves I have found the wonder of self expression and individuality. I have found something else to add to who I am.

Lighten Up

Romance is a demon, equipped with everything but a remedy. It can be slathered with feelings that are gooey and yucky. I sound like a pre-adolescent boy, but that is the honest to gosh truth. Dating wasn't meant to be forever. Sometimes hormonal teens think that. For those that are of dating age, dating is intended to be fun. That's why you go to the movies or something that everyone actually enjoys. Dating many people is the key and friends are better than crushes. Actually going out on a date is as rare as a democrat in the state of Utah. Kids think that hanging out at a place while that "special someone" happens to be there is a date. It isn't and never will be.

A relationship is like killing all fun that you would have had. While confined to a relationship, you can't even look at another attractive person without hearing about it. It is worse when you want to hang out and you can't because another girl that your girlfriend hates is going to be there. But hey, if a relationship makes you happy go ahead. Just remember that you are kissing somebody else's future spouse. For me personally, it is the equivalent of selling your soul. 

I despise when someone asks another person out by a text. It's like they don't want to talk to them. It's ridiculous. That's what our society has come to, and that's another disadvantage of the cell phone. The worst is using any social network. Facebook dates do not count in my book and shouldn't be legit in anyone else's. I can't see why those people don't walk up to the person and calmly plead their case. Idiots these days.

Another pitiful dream is the pursuit of the life-long crush. If you have known them for that long and haven't done anything yet, then you are SOL (that doesn't refer to sun in spanish he he). In the case of having those crushes it is way easier to just make the move. Nobody ever progressed by standing by and watching.

One other thing that is the downfall and killshot of any romance is complication. If a girl likes me, but is in a relationship and also likes someone else, I'm going elsewhere. That would save lots of time and feelings. I've only encountered that a few times. I speak from experience that it was not a walk in the park. That is what romance is for I suppose; to learn what not to do.

Probably the most awful part of any high school experience is the part where you see PDA. I want to wretch when I see couples exchanging saliva. It reminds of those alien movies. I just feel bad for them. If they have to prove that they like each other, then it is not worth it. Even more shameful is that teachers will never stop them. Just today I tried not to watch as a two people were snogging right by the window. GROSS!

Anyway, my point is that adolescents take romance too seriously. It is meant to be a time when you actually live and be a teen. I don't mean that teenagers should have TOO much fun, but enough to say they had a life.

Life As We Knew It

I've decided that my blog before was too stodgy, too serious to reflect the fun natured person that I am. I do love to enjoy that funny joke that nobody else understands. During church services, I do make fun of speakers. So I've come to the decision, why not be me? We spend our lives living up to all these expectations that nobody else really expects of us. To be honest, the expectations we have are non-existent.  Back to my blog, If you got tired of reading my stuff, I do not apologize. I don't apologize for you having your own opinion because that's your job.
So while I was off thinking about how to make this me, I thought of so many funny things that happen I just had to mention them. The first is that people who take me seriously must hate me because I LOVE to tease. On the other end when somebody jokes to me, I cannot stand it. For a non-serious guy, I am pretty sensitive. But I acknowledge that. Why can't we just laugh at ourselves or tease every once in a while? This society is too sensitive to any joking or pranking. Being the one to pour the foam into the school pool should be a joke. But here, our strict rigidity to any rule doesn't allow good fun or any joking.
Another thing is awkwardness. What warrants an awkward moment? I've had so many myself that they can't even be counted. The worst situation is on a date (which I just started doing) when you are trying to make a joke but it turns out nobody understands. Seriously, out of all the looks in the world, the worst is the creeped out face. When I see that, I know not to expect any more dates. Being awkward is partially their fault. The other person doesn't have to make it so uncomfortable. They could at least laugh or pretend (which is always appreciated).
I think out of all the things that could make you laugh so hard you just you-knew-what your pants, the worst is the body. The body is such a weird thing. So many unexplainable things happen it is a joke itself. When people talk about their bodies and that this ear is oozing this type of puss, I don't think that because I'm disgusting, but rather that I don't care or want to know that. I've been in several situations where somebody tries to tell me about something that happened to them and I have been unlucky enough to hear. A knee slapper is when a doctor tries to talk about your body non-chalantly if something is wrong. For instance if you have some embarrassing malady and the doctor tries to ask matter of fact of questions, it ends up being funny. I know several people who talk about their bodies, even while I am eating. The thing I was eating now tastes like what ever the heck it is you just said.
No lie, the things we do in this life are sprinkled with humor and other things. Being ourselves only adds to the much needed comedy that alleviates us of stress.