Seniority

I didn’t know what to write my second post about, so I chose to write it about my thoughts.  But not the “I’m thinking about you” thoughts, I am writing about thoughts that scare me.  Being a senior is awesome, nobody can deny that.  We are the oldest in the school, it is our party year, and we have our whole life ahead of us.  But I think it is also really scary.

 

After this year we will most likely not see a lot of our friends ever again.  This is one of the main reasons I don’t want to grow up.  I love my friends! I don’t want to lose them! What if I go to USU and my best friends go to SUU. We will be hours apart.

 

Another reason I don’t want to grow up is I have to choose what to do with my entire life.  What if I choose wrong and then I hate my job or worse, can’t make any money to provide for a family.  It is a huge decision.

 

The last reason I don’t like being a senior is I don’t feel like one.  When I was a kid the seniors were big and mature.  That isn’t me.

 

That has been my thoughts. Like them or don’t, I really don’t care.

You

We are supposed to write about our thoughts. Well I’m thinking about you like little kids think about candy, like candy thinks about Halloween

 

I’m thinking about you like pens think about paper.  With paper then can make something amazing, but alone they are nothing.

 

I’m thinking about you like New York thinks about Broadway, like an actor thinks about Broadway, like a screen play thinks about Broadway.

 

I’m thinking about you like try hard Indies think about being different, but only in the cool way.

 

I’m thinking about you like feet think about socks, like socks thing about shoes, and like shoes think about running.

 

I’m thinking about you like skydivers think about not falling, but flying.  Because when I am with you I know I can fly.

 

I’m thinking about you like I pray you think about me.

Feeling lucky?

Just in case you get bored :)

Big Brothers and Car Wrecks

 

So I googled big brother and this came up. It has nothing to do with my post I just thought it was funny.

 

I want to talk about big brothers, what are they there for?  Is a big brother supposed to be somebody you can look up to? Is he supposed to be somebody who is out there to keep you safe and have your back in a fight?  Is he supposed to be your best friend who you can complain about mom and girls to?

This is about fears so here is how it connects,

 

I am afraid of my big brother. 

 

But that is a manageable fear.  I am even more afraid of becoming like my big brother.  I don’t want my siblings to tense up when I walk in the room, or be afraid to be home because I am there. Do they? This is the problem with fears, you never know if they are real of not.

 

I always wanted to be the opposite of my brother and not have him determine who I became.  When I would do something I would ask myself “would he do this?” and do the opposite of what he would do.  But in this way did he determine who I became?  Once again, another problem with fears, you never know completely if they are real of not.

 

I am afraid of getting forgotten.

 

I am afraid of being noticed.

 

I am afraid of finally snapping and losing it.

 

I am afraid of losing the ones I care about.

 

I am afraid of losing.

 

I am afraid of car wrecks.

People are awesome

Go humans.  If aliens are out there, they better be very very afraid!

Love

I think that this song is a perfect example of love. He does so much to make her smile and all he cares about is making her happy.  He does anything; he works hard and scrapes up the money for they jewelry she wants, he quits his job to follow her to another state. All of this to see her smile.  He tells the love of his life that he is happy for her because she has a new man who makes her happy.  I think that this is true love, he makes sacrifices and lots of the time it made things hard for him.  But he did it all to make her happy.  True love is putting the other person above you.

How To Build A Sand Castle

There is basically 2 different types of sand castles you can make, the first is a castle that just looks good, and that all depends on the tools you have, your creative ability, and the sand.  But the kind of castle I am going to talk about making is a wave blocking, Fort Knox level castle. 

 

Step 1: you have to choose a good spot to build your sand castle; the best is to do it right where the waves are at, but while the tide is going out. Then when it comes back in, your castle is ready to fight!

Step 2: basic wall building.  Your walls need to be thick! They need to be solid, sturdy, tall, and thick.  But never take the sand from right in front of your wall, that makes a moat which will destroy you, but that comes later.

Step 3: this step isn’t really a step. But more of a tip.  Don’t use the super wet sand for your walls.  They will get to heavy and not be able to withstand the waves.

Step 4: DON’T EVER build a moat around your castle.  It will help for one wave, but then the water just sits there eating away at your walls.  This will make your castle fail without a doubt

Step 5 maintenance.  If you want your castle to last you need to keep up on it.  Every time a wave hits it you need to repair it.

Step 6: this is the most important step.  Don’t let little kids by it.  For some reason little kids on the beach love to go kick over, step on, and utterly destroy sand castles. So defend your castle

I promise you if you do all this stuff you will have a Kodak moment worthy sand castle. Just like this one

Human

So I was thinking about what to write about, because like nelson said there is a lot of stuff to write about being human.  So I go to thinking, what makes us human?  Is it our humanity, is it that we feel and experience things, is it that we can choose, or is it something else completely random? I have no idea.

 

I look up humanity in the dictionary and it said “the quality of being humane; kindness; benevolence.”  Then I got curious and looked up benevolence, it basically said it is doing good to others.  So are we not human if we don’t do good to others.  We all know that there is certain people in history that have lost their humanity through a terrible act, Hitler may be one of them, it is all your personal views.

When I googled humanity this came up.  It is a man protecting people from death he has his humanity because he is doing good.  So I got to thinking again,  which is never a good thing, does our humanity change?  We all have it when we are born, and if it is kindness and doing good to others, can it vary from day to day? If I am mean to everybody one day then the next lay down my life for others, did I lose my humanity then get it back?  That is a question I man never know the answer to.  If you got any ideas comment and let me know.