If my previous two blog posts are anything to go by, you (I know, I'm referring to my readers as if I have any again, but hey! I talk to myself out loud all the time, this is just a whole new level of it.) are probably bored of my drivel about bedrooms and my uneventful life and are wondering if I'll ever get to more important topics like politics or Big Questions. But if I may refer you back to the title of my blog, I think it's rather self-explanatory.
What was the point to this post again? Oh, yeah, right, random observations...
Number one: I tend to fall for the wrong guys. Not that they ever know it, I try to avoid actual human communication as much as possible, especially people that I don't know that well. But I digress... If someone presents a front to the world that makes me not like them, say they're arrogant or cruel or something else that generally drives me mad, all they have to do is let a crack in their armor and I fall for them. I don't know, there's something about the idea that there is more to a person, that they're hiding away from the world that's like crack to soppy girls like me. Think of the Janitor in Scrubs. He is creepy, borderline psychotic, a compulsive liar and quite often cruel and sadistic. But no one is purely a bad guy or even a good guy. The beauty of the Janitor character is that he shows this. He can, in one moment be duct-taping JD to the ceiling and in the next making up excuses to Elliott because he's embarrassed that what he thought was a date with her, wasn't. He spends a whole episode talking to a 'boxed in' patient who others couldn't give their time to and is genuinely hurt when he overhears a doctor saying that he doesn't make a difference at Scared Heart. Sure, his faults should out weigh these glimpses to an actual human being underneath it all, but just that little glimmer of hope attracts me to a person. It is literally like catnip. I have this uncontrollable impulse to be the one that uncovers the good guy beneath the villain. I want to see the best in everyone. Even though sometimes, it doesn't seem to exist. Despite this, I also love the hero. I would much rather have Clark Kent than Lex Luther (and with the way Tom Welling plays him, who can blame me *creepy wink emoticon*)
Number two: I love Christmas way too much. It's July and I'm watching Christmas films, singing songs and planning my Christmas themed wedding (don't judge, I'm a sappy, soppy loser, it's what I do!). I don't usually start in July, I normally save the festive fest for November at the earliest, but I don't know. There's just something so magical and heart warming about the holiday that I love. It's the one day of the year that people will be kind to strangers. That people will spend ridiculous amounts of money on things that they don't really need, that they will stand the crowds, the queues, Cliff Richard, and more, just to put a smile on their loved one's face on Christmas Morning. It's the one holiday where people are actually encouraged to help the homeless and less privileged regularly. Where real kindness is shown more often, and sure, it has it's downsides, there's the fights, the crowds, the queues, Cliff Richard (Just kidding, Mistletoe and Wine is a classic! :P) and there's also selfishness, disappointment and loneliness. And ever since I was small I've wished for a perfect Christmas. But that's wrong. I don't want one perfect Christmas, because where's the fun in that. I want each Christmas to be filled with it's flaws, but to be better than the last. I want the one perfect Christmas to be my last one, when I'm old and I've lived my life and I finally get everything right. Because if everyone had one perfect Christmas, the next one would be a major let down, and every year after, and that's just depressing...
Oh yeah, this was a list, I guess the next one would be number three: Whilst other eighteen year olds complain about the fact that they have no where to go on a Friday night and that they're friends never invite them out, I'm the opposite. I would actually much rather stay in. It actually gets to the point where you invent plans on the days when your friends want you to go out so that you can spend the day doing nothing but watching TV, endlessly scrolling through Tumblr and trying whatever new craft has taken your fancy lately, even though you know you'll undoubtedly get bored and/or frustrated with it when it doesn't go your way and never touch it again. You also spend your Friday nights staring at your blog that no one actually reads so it's pretty much like an online diary, thinking of what you could possibly write in your next post, even though it is 2am and you're probably making very little sense.
Well, I guess it's time for me to crawl back into my pit and leave you lovely people in peace (because you do too exist and read my blog!). But I'll leave you with this scary thought to ponder in my absence There are people out there that don't like Harry Potter... *GASP* How do they live?... (What, I didn't say that the thought would have anything to do with my post! It's just a really scary thought!) Sleep well!
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