What stage of American society are we on? Some people might claim we are on the lowest, and that would make sense, considering the myriad of economic and social problems in our country. But that’s something towards a more political standpoint. What I want to know is something far much simpler. Where are we in terms of romance? Judging from the typical movies and almost ways many children are brought up, we follow a rigid path. You know – the interest, date, and seeing if things progress. It’s always like that in the movies. The guy goes to a fancy restaurant with a gorgeous girl and they end up in bed. Awesome. Except that’s not reality and the old-fashioned demeanor seem, well, old.
And there’s my problem with America’s mentality towards “love.” Are we supposed to be like made up television? I mean, really, should I be the uniform-guy and start asking girls on dates? I think that’s wrong. Interest happens in the most whimsical ways, and usually that’s the best. But to constantly get to know each other through first dates? Terrible. Does a girl have to wait for a guy to make a move? Quite frankly, the expectations we have of each gender is superfluous. We are all humans with mutual feelings and I’m not making an excuse for all the low-confidence guys out there, including myself, of course. I believe it’s just a simple fact that females should know and respect. I despise the mindset of looking at the opposite gender like an enigma. The answer is actually very simple the majority of the time. Think about yourself and how you feel and there’s the solution to all the “why does he/she do this” questions.
And the entire ideology around a date is ridiculous. We are constantly on dates, with our close opposite gender friend, or even with a friend of the same sex. In the end, it’s all how we interpret things, and the point of a date is to have fun. I am not debunking the idea of a date because I think it’s overrated, but, rather, the vapid and stereotypical words people associate with dating are OUTDATED. (See what I did there?) And we look at these one-night outings in terror. Good friends clearly can’t go on dates because that would mean they have feelings for each other. NO. That is completely erroneous. How can someone even consider a date something negative if they have never tried it with another person? I just don’t understand and it’s America’s viewpoint and media that guises the truth.
Okay, maybe I’m a little jealous. Maybe I’ve seen one too many couple at the movie theater tonight. But, regardless, I think many people can agree that the association between dating and love need to be changed. I am not disapproving of dates, or dating for that matter, but rather insisting that our ideology around the word be different. But, of course, who am I to persuade other people’s thoughts and mind? I’m only someone who has never truly been on a date.
I am currently an unmotivated mess. I do not want to do anything. I complain about the mundane happenings of everyday, yet I cannot find enough courage to take any action. My mind is filled with brilliant ideas, encased with pedantic vocabulary, yet I cannot express anything I want. I worry about petty things and major things; I tend to worry about the former more. Disappointments shroud any optimism I have. I question many things. I’m your typical teenager right now – confused and arrogant.
I despise my tendency to crave writing but never fully finish anything I type. Deep down inside, I feel the need to be Shakespeare. Exactly what does that prove? My abilities are nothing of that sort. The futility of my decisions just keep echoing in my mind. Maybe it’s just summer vacation. Come soon, College.
The past two weeks have been utter misery. Of course, at the start of it all, I looked forward to a change of scenery. I wanted to go somewhere I couldn’t be bothered. But all of that proved quite the contrary; I’ve wanted to leave ever since I got here. I can’t stand the dull mornings and even duller afternoons. I dislike so many things here and I am simply not used to the lifestyle here – to the point where I’ve been looking forward to leaving. Continue reading
Over a week has passed since the last day of high school. Although that date technically isn’t the last day, the grades were handed in, so who cares? High school has been an enriching experience – to say the least. I really want to say I despise Bayside High School and sometimes I do. Sometimes I can’t wait to storm out of the hallways, always crowded by tons of black girls, and scurry home for some peace. I can name many things I dislike about Bayside. Some teachers really need to be fired. The school needs to stop wasting paper on superfluous notifications. Do the janitors even clean the bathrooms? Truancy actually needs to catch the people who get high 24/7 across the park. The list goes on. Continue reading
I want to be frank, a little blunt, a little there.
Tell the ENTIRE world, that you’re here
With me, with me, and only me, I don’t wanna share
Your entire existence too grand, not really fair Continue reading
My writing often undergoes the highest of compliments and I mention this NOT in an ostentatious manner. I don’t really understand why people say I write well; yeah, sure, I know the fundamentals of basic writing, but so do thousands of people in America. I am nothing special and my pieces of work often consists of topics that I think are amazing, but also often end up as things I can hardly write a thousand words about.
There are a myriad of ways my writing is absolutely atrocious. Sometimes, I don’t even know what to write about. I also procrastinate too much. When I have an idea, it often comes when I’m playing video games, oddly. After I finish with a level, I forget about what I wanted to write about. Don’t even get started about my sentence structure. I realized I have been using WAY too many commas, and although I’m trying to change that, (see what I mean?) I just love making my sentences filled with commas. I do not have perfect grammar and I definitely lack word diction; sometimes I look up synonyms because I feel too repetitive.
Yet, people still bombard me with generous comments about my essays and writing. Some people say I write well and others firmly believe I know everything about grammar – which I don’t. I do not believe I deserve the praise I receive from people. Besides, I’m only seventeen years old. I love the flattery but all of it only makes me wonder more: am I truly a good writer?
Everyone gets these. Its the epitome of an item everyone looks forward to receiving and we love spending hours thinking of amazing comments to say to one another. We look to flatter, reminisce, and maybe even confess in our words. We all claim that everyone will “stay in contact” and “keep in touch.” The prospect of leaving something we had four years to develop is so unbearable that we look for the educators, who guided us through, to say something that reminds them of us.
Lets be honest now. I don’t know how many people I’m gonna talk to in the future. We all hope to stay in touch, but truth is, drifting apart is inevitable. Scheduling a coffee date with everyone is simply unfeasible. Even people we’ll see in College disappear. The friends we knew everyday in Math class will soon become “the guy who helped me through high school” and the girl/boy we had a crush on becomes “I don’t wanna talk about it.” We lose a lot more than we gain.
Every high school graduate should look back into his junior high school yearbook. How many people honestly kept in touch? Probably very few. But this is why we have yearbooks. We yearn to look back at the memories and laugh. Sometimes we even cry at the misfortunes. We look at the signatures and think about those silly memories in McDonald’s and the hallways. Looking back is exactly what we need to bring us to the future and improve our present; its a sad method but a necessary one at that.
This is why yearbooks are so great.