facebook is lame. my nails are lame. make up is lame. everything is lame.
anybody who likes good and catchy music should check this out. congrats to milos<3, eric, cole and Andrew!
Milos (and friends) film got into Toronto After Dark film fest soooo guess ill be taking a little vacay to the ‘big’ city before Christmas. It will be my first time being in Toronto!(other than air plane layovers) - expanding my horizons I suppose
I just can’t.
It also saddens me to note that the majority of people who do this the most, are people who would never admit to it.
I can’t handle when people bad mouth people. Whether it be your friend or someone you don’t know. I’m sure we all do it at some point but some people are just so comfortable doing it. It shouldn’t be the centre of a conversation, or small talk. People are far too concerned with other people’s lives rather than their own. I don’t see the relevance in making fun of someone.. How does what this person is wearing or how they talk or what they do effect you? Why do people feel the need to pin their own insecurities on other people? Does it make them feel better to belittle someone else because they are unhappy within themselves?
I understand the need to vent, or to let some steam off(we are all human) . But to just outright gossip? And more importantly to not pick up on the fact that the other person who is listening to your mean comments doesn’t care. The fact that it actually upsets me and makes me question the type of person that they are, how do they not pick up on that? Is it denial? Is it a lack of overall just not caring about the individual that has to hear it?
If you’re friends with someone, that’s just it. Be a friend. When you’re frustrated with them, understandable. Vent away. But don’t belittle their choices or make fun of them. There is no reason for that no matter how frustrated or angry you are.
If you don’t care for someone, that’s okay! Not every one in the world is meant to get a long. But that doesn’t give you a right to bully them.
I’m glad that I am a compassionate person with a big heart who gets upset when others make fun of people. I wish I was more courageous to speak my mind when people say things that bother me about others. Because I’m sorry, I just don’t care. I don’t care what so and so did at the bar, or what she’s
Wearing or who he’s sleeping with. I have things to do, interesting conversations to have and love to spread: that is all.
I just took a bubble bath and did a hair mask. Father texts me ‘what are you doing? You at home? I’m at the kings head. I like this place!’