Who can I call my friends?

They come and go just like everything else. Never staying, never truly being there. How do you judge whether someone is worth investing the time and money into.
What if after years together, they still leave? The memories together will then be meaningless without their companion.
The laughter and jokes we once shared never the same again.
Everything in life is never gonna stay long, nothing ever stays long enough. People make such big promises of always being there for you.
But, yet in the end, they still leave as fast as they trampled into your life.
Life ain’t like the Sims, you force them to talk and they become instant friends. It ain’t easy to find someone whom you can click easily.
Maybe I should just curl into a ball of spikes, keeping everyone and everything at arm’s length, and never allowing myself into all these attachments, maybe I won’t feel as hurt by them. Hurting them before they start hurting me, maybe I won’t feel the pain then.
But without all these attachments, there ain’t really a need to actually survive in this horrible cruel place we call home.
How is this even home if people come and go as they please, they say oh, I miss you so, but yet, when a little crack appears and they suddenly become totally unrelated.

Are we just plain lazy to keep in contact or did we just become too busy to bother with each others lives?

Trust no one, I’d say.

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This post is super-un-awesome.

People tell me that I always seem so confident wherever I go. But deep inside, I think I’m the most awkward and self-conscious person ever.

I hide all my flaws with my insane laughter and flamboyant attitude, it distracts people from the hideous person inside and don’t really show who I really am. People just judge me by my laughter, thinking I’m just another loud obnoxious irritating dumb bimbo(boobs and no brains).

Growing up, I’ve had my share of comments on how I’m

• not the smartest
• not the fastest
• not the strongest
• not the prettiest
• not the tallest
• not feminine
• always the fattest.

I’ve learnt to take all these snide remarks and just pretend like they don’t affect me at all. I join in with the laughter and joke about it together with them. Hoping that one day, they’ll just stop bringing me down. Somehow, it still comes up, someone will talk about something horrible and link it to me. And again, I’m the centre of all their jokes.

When does this ever stop? Will it ever stop?

Is it because of my loud attitude that people are so envious of my confidence that they’re trying to bring me down with their words, or it’s something they just think it’s funny? Are they trying to show that they are the superior species?

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me deep inside.

What is normal?

How would you define normal?

Social norms are the accepted behavior of a culture of a  society or group.

If being normal is something that we all yearn for and actually aim in life, wouldn’t that make us blatantly boring people?

Is our purpose in life truly to be ordinary folk and not extraordinary?

If being not normal in life is frowned upon, is looked down upon, is disgusted and thrown stones at for, then wouldn’t that make those ignorant people the Voldermots and Hitlers & us the mudbloods and jews of the society?

Or would we want to be something special?

Every single one of us is born and bred differently, we do not all follow the same set of rules growing up and do not have the same social standings in life.

Being normal means we will have to conform to the standards and force ourselves into a state of normalcy. How would that bring about the changes we see in the society right now?

We would not have Barack Obama, the first African American President of the United States, we would still be in a society where racial discrimination and gender discrimination would still be happening. We definitely will not see the changes we see in our lives everyday.

Asking questions and being ultimately curious about random stuff is who I am. Since young, I have been laughed at for all my ‘stupid’ questions, and no one has ever bothered to listen to me or my opinions because of such.

I try my best to be who I am and be who I want to be with no regards to the frowns of the society I live in. I dance to my iPod on the public transportation, I walk with swagger & style and express my discontent.  I live my life to the fullest and never be damned by ******* around.

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What and what?

Does the good things we do in life cancel out the bad things we commit?
Is it alright for us to steal if we helped an old lady cross the street?
How is such stuff measured?
Or is it the realization of our dumb acts and it’s consequences mean that we have noted the severity of our actions and never to do it again?
We can fall off the wagon and some how commit another mistake again.
Or do we go through “judgement” at the end of our life and every single error and success is highlighted, measured and recorded to actually determine our standing in life.
Are we sinners or saint?
Or are we judged by ourselves and seen by ourselves whether we have done anything wrong?
The many ways different point of view and how we’re judged comes from a different understanding of the situation.