Yeah, I know, it's been a while. But hey, here I am again; and it's not like anybody reads this thing anyway (saying that just reminded me of a quote from 27 Dresses, lol). But anywho! This post is going to be about a great example of awkwardness vs unawkwardness: hugs/cuddling/holding hands. A lot of people have lots of differing levels of personal boundaries (especially at my school) and sometimes certain people aren't aware of that. So in this post I'm going to try and clarify how life works sometimes, and give some advice. I'll just say, though: as a rule of thumb, maybe you should ask before rubbing your face on someone. Annnyyyways.
Here we go: we have person A, who maybe is a strict Catholic, or they're afraid of germs, or they're really ticklish, and maybe they don't like people touching them. Now, all of those things are fine to be, especially ticklish because ticklish people can be very fun (*insert half-innuendo here*). However, we also have person B, who REALLY likes hugs and can't stop giving random people hugs. Who knows why. Now, person A might be uncomfortable with that, or they might be ok. Then we have person C, AKA me. I personally LOVE hugs. I give people hugs at least ten times a day. So naturally I have absolutely no problem with person B hugging me. That situation is pretty calm.
Next we have the holding hands thing, which is for some individuals a step upwards. Well, person A is obviously not going to like it very much if you try to hold their hand unless you're a great friend of theirs or their boyfriend/girlfriend or their brother or something. I, however, also happen to love holding hands (read: my hands are usually FREEZING cold and holding hands warms them up, as long as the other person doesn't mind that they're basically grabbing an icicle). So, again, if person B was trying to hold hands with either of us, I would probably be perfectly ok with it whereas person A might not be.
Lastly, we have cuddling. Now, I don't want to brag, but I make an awesome pillow. I mean come on, boobs are basically meant for lying on, and I have plenty enough to go around. I also really like being used as a pillow; it keeps me warm, and if there's anything we've learned from the holding hands thing, I'm not usually very warm by myself. Bad circulation, yadda yadda. So if we're sitting on a couch and person B wants to put their head on my shoulder, or lean on me, or whatever, I'm going to be pretty much fine with that too, so long as I'm not in a horrible mood for some reason. Unfortunately, again, person A might not be so kind. They may even get up and smack you, you push you to the other side of the room before sitting down again. How rude.
You may be reading this and wondering how it's a perfect example of awkwardness; well, let's take a scenario, shall we (yeha I know this whole thing has basically been scenarios, but give me a break I'm caffeine hyped). Alright, so person B is sitting on a couch with me, and as they get comfortable they lean on me. My answer: *shrug.* Other people may look at us funny and whisper, but as Hugh Laurie's new album would tell them, Let Them Talk (ohhh nooooo, that's not a hint to listen to/buy the album at alllllll)! Some people may think it's awkward or strange to have random friends of yours laying all over you. But a) they can think whatever they like, it won't change the truth of what's happening, and b) I enjoy getting to know people better through touch. I know, it's a strange thing to say, right? <--If you don't think that last statement is true, you're just like me and I love you! BUT, unfortunately, for some people snuggling randomly isn't a cool thing. Now, you can either make a big deal out of it, or not. If it bugs you, DO SOMETHING about it, but try not to hurt the person's feelings for gods' sakes. They DO have them, you know. So if you're one of those individuals who thinks that your friends touching you is weird/strange/awkward/unacceptable/suggestive, PLEASE take a chill pill or get some new friends...we'll still try to love you, but for those of us who are "awkward" like that it will be hard.
As for me, I'm not going to make it awkward. Why? Because it's only awkward if you make it awkward.
Love&Kisses<3
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Why on Earth are Boys so Silly? (No. 1)
Today I guess I'm focusing on a topic I really don't understand: boys. This is probably the first of many, many posts about these confounding individuals. Whether they're straight, gay, bi, or any other orientation you can think of, their purposes and logic befuddles me completely. I guess part of the reason it affects me so much is that here at school (read: prison) it always appears as though there are more non-straight men than there are straight men and women combined and it's honestly confusing for some. I suppose this year I'm included in that some.
When it comes to boys, I've gotten used to being in the dark. However, recently they seem to have all taken on female traits in odd ways; for example, I've had three men in the past week call themselves fat to my face and all I could think was, "What?" This sudden drop in male confidences has seemingly left me more turned around than usual. And in the case of one very specific male (whose name I shall not here or ever mention) I can't seem to get my head around his utter innocence.
I'm definitely used to being the one who makes all the sex jokes, the one who's "experienced" enough to make everything dirty (or perhaps just immature enough). My roomie has already pulled that out of me even more this year than it used to be. But to actually meet and know a teenager who is as pure of body (not necessarily of mind, though) as I was nearly a decade ago, I seem to have become nostalgic. Yes, the more I talk to this kid the more I wonder if life wouldn't be much happier for me if I could become less profoundly profane. After all, they say that once you've had sex life gets so much more complicated (sometimes you just can't see it as it's happening). This dilemma's also gotten me to thinking whether or not it's possible to become more innocent by osmosis. That could be awesome. It would also give me an excuse to spend more time around him and others like him, haha. But I suppose for now I'll have to concentrate on doing Japanese homework and trying to get more than 5 hours of sleep a night, and focus more on the facets of male consciousness later when I have more time. Ta-ta for now lovelies; join me again later for another dose of honesty and soul-searching. Keep in mind--even when you're doing Japanese homework and accidentally say placenta instead of difficult, it's only awkward if you make it awkward.
Love&Kisses<3
When it comes to boys, I've gotten used to being in the dark. However, recently they seem to have all taken on female traits in odd ways; for example, I've had three men in the past week call themselves fat to my face and all I could think was, "What?" This sudden drop in male confidences has seemingly left me more turned around than usual. And in the case of one very specific male (whose name I shall not here or ever mention) I can't seem to get my head around his utter innocence.
I'm definitely used to being the one who makes all the sex jokes, the one who's "experienced" enough to make everything dirty (or perhaps just immature enough). My roomie has already pulled that out of me even more this year than it used to be. But to actually meet and know a teenager who is as pure of body (not necessarily of mind, though) as I was nearly a decade ago, I seem to have become nostalgic. Yes, the more I talk to this kid the more I wonder if life wouldn't be much happier for me if I could become less profoundly profane. After all, they say that once you've had sex life gets so much more complicated (sometimes you just can't see it as it's happening). This dilemma's also gotten me to thinking whether or not it's possible to become more innocent by osmosis. That could be awesome. It would also give me an excuse to spend more time around him and others like him, haha. But I suppose for now I'll have to concentrate on doing Japanese homework and trying to get more than 5 hours of sleep a night, and focus more on the facets of male consciousness later when I have more time. Ta-ta for now lovelies; join me again later for another dose of honesty and soul-searching. Keep in mind--even when you're doing Japanese homework and accidentally say placenta instead of difficult, it's only awkward if you make it awkward.
Love&Kisses<3
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
The Things I Do When I'm Bored...
So, last night I did something that I'm extremely excited about. See, my school has this thing called study session where they force you to do homework. As you can guess it's usually one of the most boring times ever (partially due to the fact that if they catch you online for non-homework purposes they'll take your computer away). Well, my roomie and I were extremely bored last night during study session and trying to find something to do when I stumbled onto (not stumbled upon unfortunately) a website that can ordain you to be able to marry people. Obviously, being bored out of my skull and possibly high on caffeine from dinner, I was like, "HELL YEAH I WANA BE ABLE TO MARRY PEOPLE!" And so I followed the site's directions and bata-boom bata-bing, now I'm a liscenced minister (ministress?). The best part about it is that the church through which I (and soon afterwards, my roomie) became legally ordained (in all 50 states, fluff yeah!) is an interfaith church, so it didn't matter that I'm Wiccan; in fact, that's one of the only forms on which I've ever actually seen the option "Wiccan" present and it makes me have hope for the future.
On a more serious note, I've started my senior research class and I'm pretty sure I've found a way to connect Civil War photography to the topic I actually want to discuss in what will eventually be about a ten-page paper. Though I know it's quite a stretch, I've managed to chainlink Brady's posed-corpse war photos to the inculcating of American minds (of all ages!!) to fear Paganism through popular media. Remember those unflattering movies I ranted about last time? Yep, those are the ones I mean. Now, don't see me wrong here, I'm not trying to blame the media for Paganism being dissed all the time; in fact, it's almost exactly the opposite. I'd like to be able to show people that even starting over a century ago, commercialism has snatched onto the things that regular Americans don't understand (i.e. war or a Pagan revival) and making it into something that will make them money. Originally, many of the capitalists responsible for starting this still ongoing media trend did not intend to shed an off-colored light onto these subjects; Brady, for example, changed the scenes for his photography (eww posing bodies that have been dead for nearly a week...yeah I'd really want to make good money after that too) so that the American public might more easily comprehend the massacres of the Civil War. Unfortunately, over time these simple, well-intentioned alterations have become full-blown untruths about traditions and people who maintream society just don't get, and now they are afraid. This is where I come back to the fact of media today. How many times a year are there horror/thriller movies coming out about possession caused by curses, demon-summoning cultists, or just plain "evil witchcraft" that the "hero" of the story has to kill?? Granted, sometimes I enjoy these movies too. But I always cringe at the details (small or immense) that the production team or director, or even the writer, or whoever else, got completely and sadly incorrect.
Movies like this (including such films as 5ive Girls and The Blair Witch Project) whether it is their true intention or not, make people scared when they see a pentagram. They make parents send their children to psychiatrists to "get them 'fixed'" because they find inscence or a book by Scott Cunningham or an altar in their rooms. And honestly, Judeo-Christian traditions support these kinds of films along with these reactions. Folks, these individuals being punished--whether for their actual beliefs or for just dabbling to find out what Paganism is--are being punished unfairly (please note: I do not condemn the fact of finding help; some people take things too far, some people really do need psychiatric help, and some people really are just twisted). I feel like I, and the individuals similar to myself in respect to belief or philosophy, should not have to endure the glares and snide remarks (sometimes even the violence) which comes from the media simply trying to entertain. I feel like the media should also be there to undo the wrong opinions which have been smashed into our heads just as often--if not more so--as they continue the bludgeoning.
Well, that's enough of lamenting the problems of mainstream Judeo-Christian society today...Thanks for suffering through, and remember: it's only awkward if you make it awkward!!
Love&Kisses <3
On a more serious note, I've started my senior research class and I'm pretty sure I've found a way to connect Civil War photography to the topic I actually want to discuss in what will eventually be about a ten-page paper. Though I know it's quite a stretch, I've managed to chainlink Brady's posed-corpse war photos to the inculcating of American minds (of all ages!!) to fear Paganism through popular media. Remember those unflattering movies I ranted about last time? Yep, those are the ones I mean. Now, don't see me wrong here, I'm not trying to blame the media for Paganism being dissed all the time; in fact, it's almost exactly the opposite. I'd like to be able to show people that even starting over a century ago, commercialism has snatched onto the things that regular Americans don't understand (i.e. war or a Pagan revival) and making it into something that will make them money. Originally, many of the capitalists responsible for starting this still ongoing media trend did not intend to shed an off-colored light onto these subjects; Brady, for example, changed the scenes for his photography (eww posing bodies that have been dead for nearly a week...yeah I'd really want to make good money after that too) so that the American public might more easily comprehend the massacres of the Civil War. Unfortunately, over time these simple, well-intentioned alterations have become full-blown untruths about traditions and people who maintream society just don't get, and now they are afraid. This is where I come back to the fact of media today. How many times a year are there horror/thriller movies coming out about possession caused by curses, demon-summoning cultists, or just plain "evil witchcraft" that the "hero" of the story has to kill?? Granted, sometimes I enjoy these movies too. But I always cringe at the details (small or immense) that the production team or director, or even the writer, or whoever else, got completely and sadly incorrect.
Movies like this (including such films as 5ive Girls and The Blair Witch Project) whether it is their true intention or not, make people scared when they see a pentagram. They make parents send their children to psychiatrists to "get them 'fixed'" because they find inscence or a book by Scott Cunningham or an altar in their rooms. And honestly, Judeo-Christian traditions support these kinds of films along with these reactions. Folks, these individuals being punished--whether for their actual beliefs or for just dabbling to find out what Paganism is--are being punished unfairly (please note: I do not condemn the fact of finding help; some people take things too far, some people really do need psychiatric help, and some people really are just twisted). I feel like I, and the individuals similar to myself in respect to belief or philosophy, should not have to endure the glares and snide remarks (sometimes even the violence) which comes from the media simply trying to entertain. I feel like the media should also be there to undo the wrong opinions which have been smashed into our heads just as often--if not more so--as they continue the bludgeoning.
Well, that's enough of lamenting the problems of mainstream Judeo-Christian society today...Thanks for suffering through, and remember: it's only awkward if you make it awkward!!
Love&Kisses <3
Sunday, August 7, 2011
On My Paganism.
Alrighty folks, y'all might not exactly know what Paganism is. I shall tell you right now three things that Paganism is NOT (*clears throat...with the very small exception of the [in my opinion] twisted minds of dirty ruiners that make everybody think we're horrible people) just a bunch of angsty teenagers who cut themselves to become "blood brothers/sisters." Paganism is NOT anything like whatever it is you've seen in the movies (again, with very very few exceptions in movies which I personally have not seen...if you've seen movies that highlight Paganism positively, please leave a note of their title(s) in the comments! THANKS). And thirdly, Paganism is NOT JUST A PHASE. Yet again, I must grant the exception of those for who Paganism is a phase. But seriously people, those of us who stick with it aren't a joke. We don't (*clears throat again....usually) run around thinking that if we wave our magic wands at you, you'll turn into a toad.
Okayyy. I seem to be doing a horrible job at explaining this correctly. Now, I'm not sure that they have an actual section on the umbrella term "Pagan," but http://www.religioustolerance.org is a great website that I would fully endorse if I had money, especially if you're trying to figure out just what in the world someone means when they say "I am a ______." There's a lot of good information on that site, and from everything that I've read there, they DO NOT take sides or talk about any of the religions explained there in a negative or biased way.
I, however, can and will talk about my religion in a biased way, because let's face it, I love being a Pagan. Especially following Wicca. I can't think of any other religion that says "If you want to get naked and dance under the full moon in the forest, please just make sure no one thinks you're slaughtering innocents, and try to remember to pray to the right deity so no one gets struck by lightning." Wicca is, like a number of Pagan traditions, an Earth-based religion (meaning that yes, we like herbs and tea and dancing naked like hippies). Now, before I say one more word let me explain something: The religion itself is WICCA. Someone who follows that religion is a WICCAN. Lol. I giggle when someone calls me a Wicca, just because I'm a grammar nazi like that I suppose (note: I hate real Nazis. I am not a real Nazi. I do love Germany though <3). Obviously, that's just my preference; it's mostly because I don't want to make it sound like I AM the religion....which in reality is actually a pretty fair way to explain most of Paganism. So I'll move back to that again...
Paganism (especially Wicca) is a very individualized religion. I have friends who are also Wiccan but who perform very different rites from what I do and worship different pantheons of deities or just worship one God and/or one Goddess.
For example, a friend of mine's beliefs are mostly focused on Norse mythology, specifically Thor. I think that's awesome, but though I also incorporate Norse beliefs in my worship, I tend more towards the Greek pantheon because my patron goddess is Persephone (note: if you don't know who Persephone is, I may later do an entire post on just my interpretation of her story). When doing certain rites, however, I claim a triple goddess connection of Persephone (Greek), Bast (Egyptian), and Frejya (Norse). That's just how I roll.
In clarification: I am a Wiccan; technically, in my opinion, that does make me a witch. Which is fun to laugh at and make jokes about whenever someone mentions killing the Wicked Witch of the West. But in reality, I don't believe that I belong in Harry Potter. I don't wave wands at people...the closest I usually come to potions is soup (which I'm pretty beast at making btw)... In fact, the most "witchy" (note: I do a lot more bitchy things) things I usually do are full moon rituals (which no I do not actually usually dance naked at) and protection spells because for some reason bad shit just won't leave me alone. -__- I do read Tarot and Runes, though not usually for other people because I don't want to risk getting the interpretation wrong and screwing someone over. The future is a shitty thing to mess with; almost worse than a woman scorned if you muff up.
I think I'll stop rambling there for now, though I'll probably post more coherent things about details of my beliefs later, such as the promised Persephone story. :)
For now, try and remember that awkward things do not exist, only awkward outlooks. Ta-ta lovelies!
Love&Kisses <3
Okayyy. I seem to be doing a horrible job at explaining this correctly. Now, I'm not sure that they have an actual section on the umbrella term "Pagan," but http://www.religioustolerance.org is a great website that I would fully endorse if I had money, especially if you're trying to figure out just what in the world someone means when they say "I am a ______." There's a lot of good information on that site, and from everything that I've read there, they DO NOT take sides or talk about any of the religions explained there in a negative or biased way.
I, however, can and will talk about my religion in a biased way, because let's face it, I love being a Pagan. Especially following Wicca. I can't think of any other religion that says "If you want to get naked and dance under the full moon in the forest, please just make sure no one thinks you're slaughtering innocents, and try to remember to pray to the right deity so no one gets struck by lightning." Wicca is, like a number of Pagan traditions, an Earth-based religion (meaning that yes, we like herbs and tea and dancing naked like hippies). Now, before I say one more word let me explain something: The religion itself is WICCA. Someone who follows that religion is a WICCAN. Lol. I giggle when someone calls me a Wicca, just because I'm a grammar nazi like that I suppose (note: I hate real Nazis. I am not a real Nazi. I do love Germany though <3). Obviously, that's just my preference; it's mostly because I don't want to make it sound like I AM the religion....which in reality is actually a pretty fair way to explain most of Paganism. So I'll move back to that again...
Paganism (especially Wicca) is a very individualized religion. I have friends who are also Wiccan but who perform very different rites from what I do and worship different pantheons of deities or just worship one God and/or one Goddess.
For example, a friend of mine's beliefs are mostly focused on Norse mythology, specifically Thor. I think that's awesome, but though I also incorporate Norse beliefs in my worship, I tend more towards the Greek pantheon because my patron goddess is Persephone (note: if you don't know who Persephone is, I may later do an entire post on just my interpretation of her story). When doing certain rites, however, I claim a triple goddess connection of Persephone (Greek), Bast (Egyptian), and Frejya (Norse). That's just how I roll.
In clarification: I am a Wiccan; technically, in my opinion, that does make me a witch. Which is fun to laugh at and make jokes about whenever someone mentions killing the Wicked Witch of the West. But in reality, I don't believe that I belong in Harry Potter. I don't wave wands at people...the closest I usually come to potions is soup (which I'm pretty beast at making btw)... In fact, the most "witchy" (note: I do a lot more bitchy things) things I usually do are full moon rituals (which no I do not actually usually dance naked at) and protection spells because for some reason bad shit just won't leave me alone. -__- I do read Tarot and Runes, though not usually for other people because I don't want to risk getting the interpretation wrong and screwing someone over. The future is a shitty thing to mess with; almost worse than a woman scorned if you muff up.
I think I'll stop rambling there for now, though I'll probably post more coherent things about details of my beliefs later, such as the promised Persephone story. :)
For now, try and remember that awkward things do not exist, only awkward outlooks. Ta-ta lovelies!
Love&Kisses <3
Saturday, August 6, 2011
About the Blogger
My screen name is Character:Kloe (I wish they'd let me put the "oomloutz" over the E but meh, life ain't perfect). Obviously, this is my blog. I believe that eventually this space will be not just a space for random things I say to no one, but that someone may actually be informed of something and possibly retain it long enough to find it useful. For now, let me tell you a little bit more about myself (read: here are some things I'll be likely to rant about later after I've lured you into reading this damned thing every time I post :3).
First of all, tomorrow is my half birthday. Yaayy, happeh half-birfday to meh. Secondly, I'm very open about my problems (for some, read: whiny girl) including my bra size (see what will probably be my next post simply because it's what prompted me to create a blog). Now, this is where the title of this thing comes in handy: it really is only awkward if you make it awkward. Now, in that sentence, the word awkward can be replaced with many things. Examples include, but are not limited to, "rude," "nonsensical," "stupid," "unimportant," and my favorite one, "offensive." Take note, please, that I truly do not wish too offend or bore anybody with this silly thing. But I feel like people need to realize that A: we all have bad days and need to rant about it, even if we renig it later, and B: this is my blog, not yours, and if you don't like what I'm saying you can GTFO. Make your own blog ranting about me if you really feel that vehemently opposed to my opinions. See if I notice or care. It's a free internet, folks, and I'm a teenage girl whose high school classes are literally proven harder than most colleges in the state. Also I get stress migraines...
Basically, to wrap this shiz up before you wander away (or my roomie puts her ramen in the microwave for 23 minutes again on accident) this blog shall talk about whatever I feel needs to be said. Topics may include, but again are not limited to: my religion, other people's religions, school, boobs, sex, lackthereof, anime, the greatest movie I just saw, how awesome certain people are, why boys are just so strange, and other serious issues which may come to my attention now or at any point in the future. Hope to see you around, and remember, it's only awkward if you make it awkward. =^.^=
Side Note: A lot of times, my posts will be lighthearted and very possibly hysterical, especially if they're about my problems (especially boobs). But sometimes, I will post about serious issues that I care a lot about, such as the way religious minorities are being treated in the Bible Belt and why there isn't a bubble on the SAT for Religion: Pagan. When these more serious issues come up, I may cuss, I may become flustered, and in all reality I may bitch out anyone who tries to tell me I'm wrong. People, I'm an INFJ. If you don't know what that means, look it up. If you do know what it means, refresh your memory anyway and read a description; it can actually explain a lot of what I do and why I will not refrain from telling you to go muff yourself for commenting in such a way that I would never dream of commenting on someone else's opinions, thoughts, beliefs, and dreams. If you respect me, I'll respect you. But once that barrier is gone, it's your own fault and I'm sorry if I behave rashly. But hopefully, it won't come to that. Right?
Love&Kisses<3
First of all, tomorrow is my half birthday. Yaayy, happeh half-birfday to meh. Secondly, I'm very open about my problems (for some, read: whiny girl) including my bra size (see what will probably be my next post simply because it's what prompted me to create a blog). Now, this is where the title of this thing comes in handy: it really is only awkward if you make it awkward. Now, in that sentence, the word awkward can be replaced with many things. Examples include, but are not limited to, "rude," "nonsensical," "stupid," "unimportant," and my favorite one, "offensive." Take note, please, that I truly do not wish too offend or bore anybody with this silly thing. But I feel like people need to realize that A: we all have bad days and need to rant about it, even if we renig it later, and B: this is my blog, not yours, and if you don't like what I'm saying you can GTFO. Make your own blog ranting about me if you really feel that vehemently opposed to my opinions. See if I notice or care. It's a free internet, folks, and I'm a teenage girl whose high school classes are literally proven harder than most colleges in the state. Also I get stress migraines...
Basically, to wrap this shiz up before you wander away (or my roomie puts her ramen in the microwave for 23 minutes again on accident) this blog shall talk about whatever I feel needs to be said. Topics may include, but again are not limited to: my religion, other people's religions, school, boobs, sex, lackthereof, anime, the greatest movie I just saw, how awesome certain people are, why boys are just so strange, and other serious issues which may come to my attention now or at any point in the future. Hope to see you around, and remember, it's only awkward if you make it awkward. =^.^=
Side Note: A lot of times, my posts will be lighthearted and very possibly hysterical, especially if they're about my problems (especially boobs). But sometimes, I will post about serious issues that I care a lot about, such as the way religious minorities are being treated in the Bible Belt and why there isn't a bubble on the SAT for Religion: Pagan. When these more serious issues come up, I may cuss, I may become flustered, and in all reality I may bitch out anyone who tries to tell me I'm wrong. People, I'm an INFJ. If you don't know what that means, look it up. If you do know what it means, refresh your memory anyway and read a description; it can actually explain a lot of what I do and why I will not refrain from telling you to go muff yourself for commenting in such a way that I would never dream of commenting on someone else's opinions, thoughts, beliefs, and dreams. If you respect me, I'll respect you. But once that barrier is gone, it's your own fault and I'm sorry if I behave rashly. But hopefully, it won't come to that. Right?
Love&Kisses<3
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