Monday, April 19, 2010

who?

 what makes a person memorable?












trends, influences blah blah blah, why do normal people live up to those standards, judge everyone on the street, cloths, makeup, hair, etc. why do people crave to be accepted? 
why do i? 
















is it the things they do? the things they say? is the individual that people remember actually that person? or is it a disguise to fool th outside parties? are they themselves? is that who people like? or is it the pretend person who they like? would the other people like the real person?

why isn't everyone treated equally?










i have just been questioning the people i hang out with, i think, well... i try to be a great friend, one whom people can rely on, and people just, don't think twice about me.

no one likes to feel invisible.

i just want to be thought of.

there are tons of people who never remember my name, who don't recognize me at the store, on the street, sometimes my own friends don't go out of their way to say hi when they were at the movies.
i just feel so anonymous.

this is why i do not hang around people my age. And i'm the one who is having trouble sleeping because i need to get this off my chest some how, and they are probably sleeping like babies, not giving me a thought.

how do i become memorable? i just try to be me. and hope that people accept that, i like who i am, i'm fun loyal, i dress ok i guess, i'm not too hideous. why do i feel so unwanted?

individual: a single human being, as distinguished from a group.


a distinct, indivisible entity; a single thing, being, instance, or item.


i am an individual, and i love my friends. but i want to feel loved back, someone who is asked in to pictures and invited to movies and is texted just to see how i'm feeling, a friendship is not just one party. 












this whole thing is not just one thing that recently happened, its been little things building up in my thoughts, and i'm not just wanting to complain.


 i wanted to point out the irony in all relationships, we are all fakes, phonies, liars , pretenders, actors, and some of us are just jerks; so why cant we get along and be nice? 


























let people have the chance to come out from behind their masks, you never know, you might like what you see...







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