One Thing Can't Be Denied

One thing can't be denied, and that's the fact that I am still a teenager. Adolescence is something everyone experiences, but I really wish we could skip it. Maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea; it is now, after all, that I'm starting to get in touch with who I really am. Maybe my teen years aren't so happy, but they're only to set myself up for adulthood, which could either suck or be terrific. Or somewhere in between. But there are still so many things about my age that I can't stand. For instance, I feel that I'll never get older. Now, I don't want to be older mainly for reasons like, "Oh, I want to get married and have kids!" or "I don't want to have to go to school anymore!" (though that most definitely IS a reason) or "I just wanna look older so guys would want to fuck me and not worry about going to jail." No, I want to age because nobody seems to take me seriously. Sure, my friends do, but I want there to be more people who can relate. It isn't enough. I have a lot to say, but when I try saying it, the older people go, "Well, you're only fifteen, what do YOU know about this?" Did you ever get that? It's quite annoying.

One thing can't be denied, and that's that music just sucks these days. I know that's a subjective matter, but don't you think it all just sounds the same? Things are just so easy to group together, while older music is more debatable and difficult to place in a certain genre. Speaking of which, today I was working on a multimedia project where I make a Macromedia Flash page on a band's discography, and of course, I'm doing Queen. I was getting information for the Queen II page when I read about how, on the original LP, what are usually called the A and B sides were called "Side Black" and "Side White". The white side contained the more emotional songs, whereas the black side contained the darker and fantastical songs. Has any band recently been so creative? Okay, probably, but it still doesn't change the fact that they would be easy to categorize. Who am I to speak about music, though? I hardly listen to anything but Queen! (And jazz, and 60s rock. And Iranian pop. And classical guitar. Etc.)

One thing can't be denied, and that's that love makes a fool of people. When I'm in love, I can't help but to act all girly and giggly around my new...lover, for lack of a better word. My new object of affection, if you will. I'm not usually girly and giggly, and I just hate when I get like that. But it happens. Eventually I settle down and act like my usual tomboyish self, but while it lasts...it's gross. BUT. Falling and being in love is a great feeling. I love acting like such a child, with the butterflies and dreaminess. I love first kisses. I don't typically think or care about romance, but when the time comes when it's appropriate to think and care about, it's nice. I just wish the girl and giggle factor would leave me alone. I want the love Roy Croft speaks of when he says, "I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you."

One thing can't be denied, and sadly, it's that we devalue the humanity of others by habit. There's nothing I can do to force myself to imagine the lives the people who walk by me on the streets. Do they even mind? I mean, I know I am the exact same thing to them. I don't really mind myself. But that's because I know what I'm thinking. Do they know what I'm thinking? Do they know that no matter how hard they try, when it comes down to it, they just don't stick out? A guy with a mohawk sticks out...but in a sea of guys with mohawks, he does not. A bearded man sticks out...but in a sea of bearded men, he does not. A pregnant woman sticks out...but in a sea of pregnant women, she does not. Everyone belongs somewhere, whether they like it or not. People just make it out to be a bad thing. Who you are and what you look like automatically sticks you into a default group. Don't whine about it. Make friends with them. If you have friends like you, it's easier to have friends unlike you.

One thing can't be denied, and that's that world peace is simply not possible. Sure, we can want it. But we're never going to get it. No use setting yourself up for disappointment. Perfection doesn't exist. And that goes for everything, from a plastic Barbie (who can't feel, and therefore can't do anything) to human civilization. The best idea is to have an achievable yet still beneficial goal. Clean up the trash at the side of the highway. Sure, it may be a dump again a month from now. But cleaning it will keep it from turning into a wasteland. Rescue a homeless animal. Doing so won't rescue all of them, but if you set an example, more people will want to follow, and less animals will suffer. Adopt an orphaned or abandoned child. You can't afford to care for the millions of others, but at least you're making a difference in the life of one. Sitting around and weeping at the fact that you can't save everything at once helps NOBODY.

One thing can't be denied, and that's that beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. This is advice many people, especially people my age, could use. No matter what you look like, you can't make every one's eyes shine and want more of you. Because while you're over here trying to impress these people, you've already made an impression on somebody else. Appearance is completely subjective. Being called ugly shouldn't affect you at all. First of all, if somebody actually calls you ugly, you can already tell they themselves don't believe it, or they wouldn't have said it in the first place. But if they do believe it, there's another person who thinks you're gorgeous. When your friends constantly have to tell you that you aren't ugly because you're always so hung up on what strangers think you, you're only showing your friends disrespect. You aren't listening to them. You're beautiful, now get the hell over it. Ugliness does not exist. It only does in your mind's eye. Get rid of it. I've said it before and I'll say it again: you can't make every one's eyes shine. So stop whining about those whose eyes aren't shining at you because you'll be miserable all your life if you don't.

One thing can't be denied, and it's the fact that life is what you make it. Might as well embrace yourself, because if you don't, you're in for a whole lot more than bruises.

(This has been my daily writer's prompt response for this day.)