People...

Why do people act the way they do? Nice, mean, rude, cheerful...what makes them do it? Why is it that one person can be mean and enjoy it, while someone can be nice and enjoy it just the same? People are weird...I'm not talking about mentally challenged people, just people like you or me. No one can ever be normal because everyone's perceptions of what "normal" means are so different. I guess the proverb "One man's trash is another man's treasure" applies to people, too. While one person can despise another with every fiber of their being, that other person can be the highlight of yet another person's world. How does that happen? Is it in our very genes to be pre-disposed to a certain characteristic, or drawn to a certain characteristic in other people? Is it in the way we're raised? How else could you explain why nice people end up with mean people, and why mean people can still have friends? I won't try to unravel people in just one post, because honestly, no one will ever be able to at all, let alone in a paragraph. People far more brilliant than me have tried, and failed. People are just far too strange and different to ever figure them out fully. I'll just have to settle for the notion that no matter how different someone might be from you, they still deserve friends and people to love and be loved by. School bully, or convicted killer, or just your average joe, everybody needs somebody to love.

First post, huh.

This journal is for me. If you find it, go ahead and read it, comment, do as you please, I won't mind. It's on the internet, so I don't doubt that someone will find this one day, but even if no one does, I need a place for me. So here it is.

Love's a crazy thing. It's different for everyone of us. Some people despise it, fear it, strive for it, abuse it, but all around us we are told what to think of it. From an early age, we see what Disney tells us, how love is almost magical, and that, even if you run into a few bumps (or evil stepmothers) along the way, it's bound to work itself out one way or another. What's Disney's solution to everyday life though? Not that it wouldn't be nice, but it's highly unlikely that life's a fairytale where POOF you're a princess, and there's your prince. From first sight, you are both deeply and totally in love, and life is grand and wonderful and the birds are singing, and you both ride off in a beautiful carriage to a beautiful castle where you don't have to do anything all day other than be in love. Now wouldn't THAT be magical. But hey, a girl can dream. Call me a romantic, or whatever, but I really do think that there is a someone out there for everyone, whether you find them when you're 12 or 50 years old. That one person who you can fall for, and for once, be the princess in your own story tale...I only wish it were easier to find him.