I am nobody

My voice is not important. I’m merely a small written word on the internet that a few strangers might stumble upon. I am a nobody. A nobody who lives in North Carolina. A nobody who likes to write and decided to finally try to be heard. As I go online and read posts from other blogs, I think the same thing about them. They are a nobody. I have never heard of this person. Yet here they are, shoving their opinions down my throat. Here they are, thinking that what they have to say is important.

Where did they get this confidence from? This self-importance? They’re probably some narcissistic a**hole. Yet here I am, writing online for the world to see because I think I have something important to say. Like most people who feel that way, I’m actually just rambling on about nonsensical ideas. I guess I’m a narcissistic a**hole. That’s what random Facebook studies have told me anyway. Apparently taking too many selfies means I’m narcissistic and doesn’t take into account that I’m gorgeous and that I like looking at myself.

Everywhere I look someone thinks that their opinions matters. It’s rather amazing. It’s phenomenal how many bigoted people think that what they have to say matters. How many people whose opinions aren’t complete garbage think that their voice should be heard. Working in retail and hospitality has shown me that some people just want to be acknowledged. I think everyone does. Nobody wants to be ignored.Yet, only the masses are listened to.

I honestly wasn’t sure where I was taking tonight’s post. I was just writing about my observances. There needs to be a way for the minorities to be heard. It’s difficult to appease every single individual. Not everyone is going to be happy. Being white, practically half of my needs are already met. Being a woman, I still struggle in some areas. I’ve got it easy but most of what I’m currently saying right now is being ignored by 90% of any male readers I may get. Also, 62% of statistics are made up on the spot just so people can try to make a point and still sound smart.

Finding A Rhythm

Life is constant.It’s constant in a way that it is ever-changing. A year ago, I was working a waitressing job in charlotte. A year before that I was relaxing at the beach every day of summer. A year before that I had just quit my full-time job as a telemarketer. It’s not just jobs and lifestyles that change. It’s the way we think, talk, act, and associate with others. It’s tough to find a rhythm in this ever changing world.

That is going to be my excuse for not writing for the past week and some change. I’m trying to find my rhythm. I’ve started going to the gym again. We’ll see how long that lasts this time. I’m also trying to wake up by 10am every day. Again, we’ll see how that goes. I work best at night, as I find most creative minds do. I’m also, going to once again, continue to write every day because let’s face it, If I’m going to be a successful author/editor, I’ve got to practice.

I’ve decided that tonight, I’ll just start writing whatever comes to mind. I’ll go for fiction. It probably won’t be much. It might not even be a full story. Maybe not even the beginning. Introductions are so long and boring that I’d rather skip it for now. I’ll just write whatever comes to me. No edits. Maybe later, I’ll work on expanding it:

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How To Get By In Life

As I absent-mindedly scroll through my social media accounts, I am constantly faced with lists of what not to do in my daily life. These lists instruct me to avoid specific foods. Certain activities are strictly prohibited. My body type is key in figuring out what clothes I am not allowed to wear. If I do my own makeup, I am supposedly applying it all wrong. I am even told what I have to stop doing because men do not find it appealing. Oddly enough, this post was inspired by the fact that I sought out an article on what to write for this blog. The article that I had discovered listed key mistakes that I must avoid while writing; However, all I wanted was a little push in the right direction. As I am reading these articles, I just cannot help but think every single time, “Why do these people think they can tell me how to live my life?”

These articles have only been a recent part of my day-to-day life. It’s not as though I struggled with seeing ‘7 things you’re constantly doing wrong. Number 4 will surprise you.’ in the late nineties with dial-up internet. I wasn’t even allowed access to the internet due to my parents wanting the phone line to be open. Although, being told what I am not allowed to do has always been a major part of growing up. Some were said in order to keep me safe such as being told to never walk down a dark alley alone. Some of the rules were common sense because running with scissors just might not end well. I suppose that both of those examples are not only common sense but also meant to keep me safe. However, some pieces of advise were blatantly as pointless as these articles that I come across everyday.

Why I take the time to read these posts has become a mystery to even myself. Being told how to manage my life envelopes me with a rage that makes me want to rant on the internet while not caring how many followers I lose along the way. How narcissistic must a person be in order to feel the need to dictate everyone’s daily life? (On a side note, I’d like to take this time to tell you all that you should abide by my every word. I have a blog and access to the internet; therefore everything I say is law and should be taken at face value.) For all I know, these people writing these lists online, are just like me. They could be in their twenties and barely know how to lead a full life as a functioning adult. Yet I click on them every single time I scroll past one and I scoff.

I will never follow the advice of these posts. Not because they are completely wrong. On occasion, these writers have fair points to make. Those few and far between points falls under the category of listening to common sense. If I followed every single piece of advise given to me from these articles that I read, then I would not live. I would become devoid of my individuality. Life is about making decisions and not always making th right decision. There may be a day when I decide to walk down a dark alley. There could possibly be a day I choose to run with scissors because of some emergency scissor running reason. I really couldn’t come up with a reason to run with scissors so just do not do it.(There is never an emergency scissor running reason.)

It’s time to start making mistakes. It’s time to do your makeup wrong a few times in order to get it right. It’s time to start a blog and ignore the advise from those who have been writing far longer than you have. It’s time to start wearing what you want to wear. It’s time to stop dressing for other people. It’s time to date how you want to do date. I am going to  make a promise to myself to stop clicking on these articles. Even though I never listen to the advice anyway, I no longer want that negativity in my life. I want to be filled with positive ideas of what I can do.

Here’s a beach picture because why not.