Parents

So, what's up non-existant people?

Although there is no one reading this, I will continue to write under the false assumption that someday, somewhere someone will read this.

Today I have something to write about parents, in general. I think they can be broken up into 3 categories:

The first category of parents is alot more frequent then the average whiny teen is willing to admit. These are parents who care about you, genuinely try to do the right thing for you and give you the things you need. They can generally be found making you dinner or yelling at you for getting bad grades or not coming home before curfew. The kids who have these parents can generally be found complaining about being yelled at, but parents who yell at you for not doing something that will make you a better person are good parents, and eventually all the whiny teenagers will realize this and will grow up to be a kind of friend to their parents and all will be well.

The second category of parents is the neglectful, abusive kind. This is the kind where the children have legitamate complaints and everyone will sympathize with them. They can usually get help or support because when you haven't been fed in 3 days or you are covered in bruises you can generally find people to help. It sucks for these people, but they get help, or they can if they choose.

The third kind of parent is the one who will give you the things you need in a physical way, like, they buy food, but what makes these parents different from the category 1 parents is that these ones will generally not give you a curfew, won't care about your grades, and won't cook dinner for you. This type of parent sucks. My assumption is that people with this type of parent don't complain and whine the way the catergory 1 kids do. It's easy to whine about your mom yelling that you need better grades, but it's not as easy to tell everyone that your parents say they hate you on a daily basis. People can't generally empathize with this, so they learn very fast not to bring it up so they don't get pegged as 'that emo kid.' There is no sympathy for there kids, and I feel bad for them.

Blog 2: These need more clever titles.

So, I'm running out of time to meet my once a month quota, so here I am, blogging.

The plot has thickened significantly since the last time I wrote, but it's mostly things that are important to me and not to you whatsoever, so I'll just keep them to myself. Also, I don't tell anyone anything. You can start your list of character flaws now, I think I've mentioned 3 and assure you it will become a long list.

Can I do a Q and A with myself, John Green style?!

Let's go for it.

Q: Have you ever written anything, other than blogs, I mean.
A: What a wonderful question little voice in my head, why yes I have. Unfortunately for people who may possibly want to read said written pieces, my aforementioned commitment issues also aply to projects, so a vast majority of what I have written is unfinished or unrevised.

ok, end blog.

daniel farafay is dead. my life is over. sympathy?

Blog 1

I don't really know what to do in blogs. I guess it is going to be the voice that narrates my life except I'm going to write it down. And apparently use correct capitalization and spelling, unlike everything else I type.

So, let the narcissism begin.

I've always fancied myself a pessimist. There was always something about wanting to be what people tried to avoid, and accepting it, that appealed to me. But I've been thinking about it, and I'm really quite the optimist. Most people try to avoid bad things, but I embrace them and know that without bad things our lives would be boring.

I'm a high school girl, so obviously I'm supposed to be involved in all sorts of drama, because of all the cliches and everything, but I'm involuntarily involved in a surprisingly small amount of drama, and here's where my obvious character flaws kick in. I try to get involved in problems. I involve myself with things that really would not be my problem otherwise. I do it because if I didn't, there would be no plot to the story of my life.

I look at myself and everyone I know as the characters of a book. This seems like a clever analogy (or, rather, a not-so-clever one) but I really have thought this way for as long as I can remember. I find it helps to deal with all the crap that i have to put up with, not that my crap in my story is any more important to you than the crap in your story is to me - which it's not. Sorry.

But that's another thing that looking at your life like a book changes. It helps you to see the story from other people's point of view. Whenever I watch a movie or a show, or read a book, I am always the one who like the bad guy, but not for the usual reasons. I always either a. feel bad for them or b. empathize with them, which I guess are sort of the same thing. Every 'bad guy' has a back story just like the good guy, you just don't know it. If you knew about his troubled childhood, and how his mother died at a young age and his father was a drunk, you might stop seeing him as just a 'bad guy' and start seeing him as a human being.

Now try this with people in your everyday life. Try to see why they are the way they are, why they do the things they do, and you might stop seeing your story from only your character's point of view.

Wow, there was a lot in there for a first blog. I don't think that I'm going to be able to find anything else to write about. I don't know how often I will do this, if I say I will weekly or daily i will undoubtedly look back at this when I'm posting my second blog next year and laugh. I think I can promise once a month. Maybe. Let's see how that works out, I don't really want to commit to doing this too often, as you read on you'll learn that my character also has commitment issues.