How to be Alone

I found one of the most beautiful videos on YouTube yesterday. It's definitely one the oddest how-to videos out there, but one of the most important. So without further ado, I present to you, "How to be Alone!"






Yesterday, I was talking to a friend when she began complaining about her so-called friends. They take her clothes and never give it back, ask for money and never pay her back, constantly sleep over at her house so they go to parties without their parents knowing, and go out together without inviting her.


 So, I asked her the obvious question: "Why do you keep hanging out with them if they keep taking advantage of you?"She answered, "I feel that if I don't stay around them, I'll be, like, lifeless.""Alone, you mean," I told her."Well, that's basically the same thing."
I actually looked it up in the Thesaurus: being alone and being lonely is not synonymous. Truthfully, it's really easy to be lonely in a crowd, and believe me I know. There's nearly 3,000 kids in my school and sometimes I feel like crying because I feel so lonely. But it doesn't have to be like that, for anyone.
Of course, social interaction is necessary at least once in a while to remain, well, sane. But there are some situations that you just have to be alone. I've found that people who always find themselves with bad friends or in bad relationships tend to have an intense fear of being alone. But, what's the use? What's the difference between feeling alone among people who don't care about you, or actually being alone? A false sense of security? For image purposes? Really, who are you fooling? No one, not even yourself.
Open your eyes, people! It is possible to be happy and be alone. Once we all realize this, including my friend and myself, then we can be happier and more peaceful people. But it is something that we have to learn and it is definitely worth it. 

Got a Mouth, Use It

I don’t remember the first time I heard it, but I know I heard it a lot: “shut up!” Since I was really young, once I open my mouth it was an immediate shut up, stop talking, do you know how to be quiet, close that mouth, it’s too much...and I listened the best I could until something interesting came up and I had to talk about it, and talk more, and more, and more, until the cycle came full circle: I hear it once again, “shut up!

In my own defense, I don’t just talk for talking sake. Actually, I never had. You see, I have things to say. Important things. And my eyes and mouth work in sync, you know? I see things—and bamm! I have to comment on it. No, I can’t stop it. It’s like Mean Girls, word vomit, flows out of my mouth without warning. If you catch me at one of those (very rare) times when I choose to keep quiet, then know my mind is active. I’m probably commenting on the face you’re making right know and you don’t know it. (In the most positive way possible, of course) But then again, there’s probably something going on behind you that’s more interesting.

Has my mouth gotten me noticed? Sometimes. Gotten me in trouble? Hell yeah. But, don’t I have it? Of course. And expect me to use it.