“Beware so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance”

It never really occurred to me properly prior to yesterday how much we judge people in our lives. We judge strangers, who we have no inclination of, on their clothes, their hair, their style etc. It's ridiculous that in today's society where so many people are open to so many controversial and new, exciting ideas that they still don't find an ounce of fault in the prospect of judging people.

I have been a victim to judging people, I'll be the first to admit it. But I have seen the error of my ways.

Something happened to me yesterday which made me stop and think. I had been judging someone completely unfairly by the way in which they had been behaving. But then something happened which made me see this person in a completely different light, once they had been stripped of all the false exterior pretence and I was able to see the person inside, only then was I able to realise what a nice and unique person was present underneath.

It was one of the most eye-opening experiences for me. I was able to recognise how unjust and naive I had been. I've decided that I'm going to try my best as a person to get to know people for who they are, not to judge but to hold any doubts that I may have about them until I at least try to see what lies underneath. Because who knows.....they may be thinking the exact same thing about you.

"All the language on earth would fail in saying how much and with what disinterested passion I am ever yours-"

Entwined together, in a tangled web
composed of former lapses of sense,
a heavy heart and overcast sight
blanket any possible light.

Feelings of passion, joy and love
hidden beneath the shadow of doubt,
What if? seems to take over life,
empty questions full of promise.

Lust, fervour and affection,
every aspect of one's desire
felt through every waking second
in every single day.

I am on such a high......

I just finished an English essay and I am on such a high......I love that feeling of finishing something....of actually putting the deserved time into it and then seeing the end result. Let's just hope that the end grade is as good as I think the end result seems to be.

I've been finding English rather, I dunno, challenging this year for some reason. I think I just get frustrated at the constant flow of B's that my English teacher keeps plaguing me with. I will think that I have just written the most amazing piece of writing ever known to man and it will fall down in front of me, freshly corrected, with my old buddy, Mr B, smiling back at me.....It is my aim in this, my final year of secondary school, to get a god damn A off that woman if it's the last thing I do. For those of you who haven't met my English teacher, she is one of the most amazing women I have ever met but also one of the hardest to please. Indeed.

I am adamant to do this. It is one of my aims for the leaving cert to try and write my ass off to get that A.

I mean I've always enjoyed writing but then with all the stress I've been experiencing lately along with the lack of time that seems to be taking over my life, I just haven't been motivated to write. I think also that the constant flow of B's didn't help my motivation to write either.

I think I've been brought back to my old self again. This makes me really happy.....hopefully there will be more posts to follow this miraculous moment of inspiration! :)

I think I may be returning to my old self again.......:)

If Motivation Is Found Please Return To.....

All the motivation that I used to have seems to have escaped me recently.
All the drive that used to consume me to fulfill everything that I was required to fulfill has disappeared.
I feel so unable to even raise my head off the pillow in the morning.
I try to set myself goals and tell myself that I intend to do certain things throughout the day. None of these things are any further completed toward the end of the day.
It's both sad, and in a way depressing, to actually admit that lately I feel like such a failure in my motivational ways.
I want to do well. I want to get all of these things done. I really really do. But I have absolutely no incentive to actually get my lazy ass up out of bed and actually do it!!!
I actually have a list of all of the stuff that I have to get done, most of them with a deadline looming in sight. Getting closer by the day.
Let's face it. By even writing this blog I am procrastinating doing some work.
The fact that I don't get any of these "to-do's" actually done, creates this huge pool of guilt inside me and I feel even worse for not bothering to do anything about it.
The thought that I may, in reality, be risking my future out of pure teenage laziness is so frightening. The future that I've worked for, for so long, is all going to be thrown away, and for what? Nothing. For the fact that I just can't be bothered to get up and do some work!
I have to change.
I have to start working.
I have to get up and move.
I have to get my motivation back.
I have to live.

Is Romance Really Dead...?

So this question has been making continuous relays around my head for the past while: In today's society, is romance really dead?


It's hard to try and not ask yourself this question when most young people today are totally clueless to a little thing called romance.


Romance. A word that makes you think of holding hands, love letters, love songs, and little gestures of showing you care, like when the guy walks on the outside of the path; an expression of protection for the lady in question. Little romantic acts such as these are few and far between in today's world. Rarely seen and seldom heard.




It's becoming increasingly hard to even envision this type of sentiment in the lives of young people today when we are constantly being plagued with the colloquialisms of this century, take for example: when casually strolling down the street, you hear the faint sound of some pre-pubescent midget on a bike, that is considerably too small for even his stunted legs, shout aloud in your direction, for all to hear "Will ya meet me?". Now I'm not confining this type of situation to that one example, there are numerous variations of it, including "Will ye meet me friend/mate/him?" and of course, the bane of my existence "Do you wanna go outside and meet?".


Now seriously, what the fuck ever happened to the word kiss? "Will you kiss him?" would be a much nicer way of asking, now don't get me wrong, even if it was asked in that way, there would still be no chance in hell of me even responding to the request, but it would just make me hate the rude little fucker a little less.



Now maybe I might be over-reacting just slightly on this but I actually cannot stand the word "meet". Where the hell did it even come from?!?!? It lacks any trace of romance and it's just downright offending if you ask me. As well as that, it also puts double meaning on the actual verb "to meet", as in "Oh yeah, I met her in town yesterday". This means you have to constantly be aware of the way you put things or be continuously correcting the incorrect automatic comprehension in people's brain-washed minds by saying "I didn't mean it in that way". It's a time wasting pain in the ass and I hate it.



The worst part of it all is that recently I've been debating on whether to just accept the fact that that's life, and that this annoying repulsive colloquialism may be a part of today's society. That maybe I should just admit that despite all of my ranting over the subject, it's so ingrained into the minds of the next generation that it's here to stay. That romance is truly dead.


The hopeless romantic inside me hopes for the sake of everyone that I'm wrong.