"Spare me your money, I want some change baby."

I like to think of my brain was a sifter and all my thoughts are tiny pieces of sand, most of my thoughts just slip right through but every once in a while I'm left with a shell or coin and sometimes even a pearl. Sadly, though, I sometimes mistake pearls for big shiny pieces of sand--this is probably a big piece of sand. There are different kinds of factors that effect us as people internally, which then push us to adjust ourselves mentally and behaviorally. Most of the time, at least for me anyway, they change you for the better almost dynamically usually brought on after an epiphany of some kind. These effects can be dramatic or subtle, either way we're usually quite different from the way we were before it. Of course we all experience this different and at different times and some people just don't learn at all, but I call these moments "growing moments" (I just made that up) because really your just growing up a little, advancing to the next level. With that logic, though, wouldn't that make those moments quintessential parts of life, learning experiences that are necessary to become the best "you" you can be? And if that's true then wouldn't you WANT those moments and EMBRACE those moments? After all the most grippingly personal moments that no one else shares; sure you may have had a similar moment or even shared a moment with someone else but that's not the meat of the lesson--it's what you take away from it and how you allow that to effect you positively. Knowing that I can totally understand why old people hate young people...we're fucking pricks. Think about it, you live for like roughly 80 or 90 years and I know me at 18 is completely different from me at 20 so I can only imagine what shit I'll go though from now till then and all the crap I learn from it. So after I work my ass off in college and struggle paying back loans and finding a career then working my ass off in that career and get married, have kid,s start a family, buy a mini van, do soccer practice, karate, make sandwiches, put my kids though college, get stabbed for my velcro wallet, get divorced, spend most of the week with my kids then try and meet people on weekends even though I'm way too old to start dating again, retire, use my retirement money to but a sweet place, loose it cause I have no money for medicare, and then move into a small town home of course I'm gonna hate young people. Boo hoo grandpa I didn't make the cheerleading squad--Fuck your cheerleading squad I need an extra person in the bathroom to help me shit out the nasty mushed up crap I ate 30 minutes ago...cheerleading squad. I can't wait to yell at people who are on my lawn cause my lawns the only thing I got--that a reruns of some sitcom for old people in the future.

Life sucks, everyone knows that, the sooner you come to terms with that the sooner you can start enjoying yourself
Your alive, smile.
It's all about your perception, how you perceive things. If you look at the tower of Pisa, what's wrong with it? NOTHING! it's all how you look at it, tilt your head a little and looks fine--now apply that to your life.

-Toph

No one ever gets my eccentric analogies

Imagine chocolate has been banned from consumption and no one is allowed to eat chocolate anymore. Now imagine someone came up to you and asked you what chocolate was. How well could you describe it--could you even do it? Try explaining color to someone who is completely color blind. No matter how effective you are at conveying your point or argument, it's frustratingly difficult to get someone to see just what you mean without experiencing it. That's the weird thing about life, no matter how much you explain or teach someone nothing is more effective than experience. Imagine, if you will, life (or some parts of it) was like baseball. First you have to learn the fundamentals of the "game"--hit ball with bat run bases and score. Then you have to learn and understand the rules and regulations of the game: outs, fouls, innings, homeruns, etc. Sounds easy right? Then what's next? playing the "game". First you get your hands on a bat and you try hitting a few balls around--little awkward and intimidating at first but then you get the hang of it and start getting cocky swinging wildly aiming for the fences, mocking people who say the game is hard or can't hit the ball or the people out in the field that can't catch the balls you hit. You think your the shit, then someone gives you a glove. You get put in the outfield and watch how other people bat and see how hard it is to catch the ball and throw it to the right place and your running all over the place doing lots of work and not having much to show for it, and balls are flying over your head and they come at you fast and it hurts to catch them but feels good when you do but hurts worse when you drop the ball. After a while you realize baseball isn't a game at all...it's a sport, and people take it seriously (sometimes too seriously). Even though it's a sport it's still a game and you should have fun, but there's a level of seriousness needed to succeed.
I could go on and on with this analogy, but the bottom line is how much do you really know about the game until you play it hard and lose a little so you know how to win, and understanding the game and people so you know how to manipulate the system and maximize your potential.

I hope you grasp that concept.


"How great of a winner can you be if you've never lost"
"The greatest winners are losers"


PS: Life, it's all about perspectives--get a few.


-toph

Who cares

Not caring what people think of you is a trait, or ability, we all wish we possessed from time to time. Nothing artificially mimics this feeling better than having a girlfriend or boyfriend. I think we can all admit that most of the things we do like get our hair cut, take showers, and shave our genitalia are for the opposite sex. We try to dress nice and act a certain way to attract a potential mate, or in some cases a one night stand, but having a girlfriend fixes all that. Don't get me wrong it's still necessary to shower and look nice for your significant other, but when your not with them you don't give a shit about anyone else and you can actually be yourself which is why we attracted more people when we're already in a relationship. Oh no this chinese food court meal made me shit my pants in public but it's ok cause I have someone that still finds me attractive. I find myself using this phrase more and more everyday: WHO CARES? who cares? wwwhhhoooo cccccaaaarrrrreeessss? Who cares if you look like shit today, who cares how many push ups you can do, who cares what color your skin is, who cares if some dude wants to marry another gay dude, who fucking cares. When you were a young child, which I'm sure you were one day, don't you remember someone saying to you "You know [your name] the world doesn't revolve around you" but we all seem to forget that. I have to go to class so this isn't going to make much sense since i rushed though it, but...I DON'T CARE!! ha!

and you shouldn't either cause no one reads this shit anyway, and if you do just say hi via comments
or don't
who cares

-toph