How do you measure attractiveness? All the time, I hear people say, "Oh, she's pretty," or "He's so ugly." But if you see a person, how do you decide if they are attractive or not?
I know how I decide. If a guy has long, greasy hair, he is instantly unattractive. Or if he has a giant, round belly.
And I really do love guys with nice eyes. If I am going to spend lots of time looking into them, they have to be beautiful.
I'm not shallow or anything, I promise. But I don't think greasy hair appeals to anyone.
This blog is made of food for your thoughts. Things to make you think. Things people need to realize. Start reading and I will blow your mind.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Why It's Great to be a Girl
There are a few reasons why it is absolutely amazing to be a girl. The first one is girlfriends. When I am upset, I have a whole group of girlfriends to give me hugs. When a guy is upset, who gives them hugs?
Another reason is that we are allowed to cry. Guys who cry are considered wimps. They can't show their emotions. Girls can sit on the bus, bawling their eyes out, and everyone comforts them. But what would you do if a guy did that?
And while girls may sometimes be self-centered female dogs, when it really matters, we are there for each other. For some reason, it seems like guys aren't there for their friends. Like they care too much about sports, or something equally as dumb (not that sports are dumb, guys, just that you should be there for your friends).
When guys hug each other, when they cry, when they give their friends a shoulder to cry on, we call them gay. We call them wimps. We are so mean to them. Why?
That's why I love being a girl.
Another reason is that we are allowed to cry. Guys who cry are considered wimps. They can't show their emotions. Girls can sit on the bus, bawling their eyes out, and everyone comforts them. But what would you do if a guy did that?
And while girls may sometimes be self-centered female dogs, when it really matters, we are there for each other. For some reason, it seems like guys aren't there for their friends. Like they care too much about sports, or something equally as dumb (not that sports are dumb, guys, just that you should be there for your friends).
When guys hug each other, when they cry, when they give their friends a shoulder to cry on, we call them gay. We call them wimps. We are so mean to them. Why?
That's why I love being a girl.
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Blamed
Doesn't it seem like their is always one person that gets blamed for everything? Of course it is their fault. But if we stop to think about it, logically, it isn't possible. Statistically speaking, it can't always be the same person's fault. It just can't work that way. They get blamed for the bad things that happen in the lives of those close to them, and they get blamed for the fights that occur. But it can't be true, especially with the fighting part: a fight can never be the fault of a single person.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Laughing
Sometimes people tell me that i should laugh less and think a little more. Every time they say that, I just smile. What is wrong with laughing? I laugh when I am happy. I laugh when I am tried. Sometimes I even laugh when I am sad. Maybe they are right, maybe I don't think enough. But I still don't think there is anything wrong with laughing. If you ask me, the people on this earth should all laugh a little more. You can never be too happy.
And that is a fact. People may think that you are too happy, but no matter what, there can never be too much happiness.
And that is a fact. People may think that you are too happy, but no matter what, there can never be too much happiness.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
New Things
New things are always novelties at first. When you first get a new haircut, you spend ages in front of the mirror. When you first get a new dishwasher, you use dishes just so you can wash them. And when you get a new car, you drive it everywhere, even places you would normally walk. But this excitement wears off quickly. Why do we get so worked up over new things? Why do we pay stacks of money for something that will eventually become outdated? Why do we get so excited? Why are new things such a big deal? Soon, we won't care anymore.
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