Why do we celebrate our inability to innovate and achieve? Why do we laugh because we can’t draw or write or code or compete in the Olympics? We write these accomplishments off as something impossible, out of our grasp. Talent is something that happens to something else. Not us. We are the cheerful ordinary. We sit in our bedrooms and coo over photographs other people have taken and marvel at the wise words of somebody whose name we have forgotten a moment later. We are happy to leave our potential unhoned and to express ourselves through art that isn’t ours.
Surely it is easier than ever before to accomplish something meaningful, or to accomplish anything. Never before has the world been so connected. Never before has it been almost painfully easy to find the resources and assistance necessary to achieve any goal you could possibly set for yourself. To learn a language. To play a musical instrument. To make something beautiful. Every day you are keystrokes away from the burning potential you have locked away inside of you.
But despite how easy it is, perhaps it is even easier to do nothing. It is easier, maybe, to look at a beautiful work of art or a breathtaking performance or a clever idea and see a reminder of how wonderful you aren’t. Of how even if you did sit down and try, there are levels of greatness you simply can never hope to meet. There are things of which you just aren’t capable.
Do it anyway.
Make bad art. Write horrible songs. Record them. Post them online. Try to answer impossibly complicated questions. Fail miserably. Write poetry. Fail miserably. Paint a replica of the fucking Sistine Chapel. Fail miserably.
Then look at your failure in the face. Refuse to be afraid of it. Learn from it. Know that whatever you do next will be better, because you learned from the mistakes you have made. Dust yourself off. Try again.
We as a generation have opportunities that have never before been offered. We have dozens, hundreds of platforms with which we can make connections to each other. We can find an audience for our work in seconds. We can summon feedback and lessons and reference material at the drop of a hat. There is nothing to stop us except our own apathy.
We should be a generation that uses the tools we have been given to move mountains. We can change the entire world with our ideas. We have. But we ought not leave it to a chosen few.
Strive. Work. Make beauty and tragedy. Educate someone else. Make a piece of art that moves somebody, or nobody. Inspire someone to make something for themselves. You have that opportunity. I wonder if you really realize what that means. You can make a stranger on the other side of the planet want to change their world for the better.
“In pop culture, girls who crush hopelessly on guys they can’t have are painted as just that – hopeless. Over and over again, we’re taught that girls who openly express sexual or romantic interest in guys who don’t want them are pitiable, stalkerish, desperate, crazy bitches. More often than not, they’re also portrayed as ugly – whether physically, emotionally or both – in order to further establish their undesirability as an objective fact. Both narratively and, as a consequence, in real life, men are given free reign to snub, abuse, mislead and talk down to such women: we’re raised to believe that female desire is unseemly, so that any consequent shaming is therefore deserved. There is no female-equivalent Friend Zone terminology because, in the language of our culture, a man’s romantic choices are considered sacrosanct and inviolable. If a girl has been told no, then she has only herself to blame for anything that happens next – but if a woman says no, then she must not really mean it. Or, if she does, she shouldn’t: the rejected man is a universally sympathetic figure, and everyone from moviegoers to platonic onlookers will scream at her to justgive him a chance, as though her rejection must always be unfounded rather than based on the fact that he had a chance, and blew it. And even then, give him another one! The pathos of Single Nice Guys can only be eased by pity-sex with unwilling women that blossoms into romance!”—Lamenting the Friendzone, or: The Nice Guy Approach to Perpetuating Sexist Bullshit (via nyquilontherocks)
I’m pretty sure that you might be able to get transfer credit for them to skip some first-year courses, but you have to have them sent to your school from the college board. it’s too late for me to do that now, i forgot all about it too :(
hmmm i’m also pretty sure i threw out all of the booklets or whatever they gave me
so my friend has a facebook album called transition referring to her graduating high school and entering university and so far she’s only uploaded pictures once and they were all of me so i’m sure at least one person i don’t really know thinks i’m transgender
also the new cleanser i bought is working pretty well i think and it doesn’t dry out my face horribly like the rest of the stuff i have
and i was getting ready to take a shower and i noticed i had these cute little hip dimple things going on??
i don’t know i just feel cute today and i’m in such a cheerful mood i am all lined up with the universe and everything’s good so i’m going to go wander around in the sunshine until i have to go to work