So here's to the liars, who dream and conspire against the admired: we hope you drop dead :]
McFly's new song premiered the other day, so you should go listen to it. It's catchy, it's cute, it's British, and it's fabulous.
I think self-perception is an interesting concept. How we conceive our own personalities is usually totally different than how other people see us. It's true when they say that everyone is their own worst critic, but that's not always the case. Some people are their worst critics in the sense that they criticize themselves too much, strive for perfection to the point where they can't stand anything about themselves, perhaps. But others? They think far too highly of themselves, that nothing is wrong with them, and everyone else is always at fault. Two opposite ends of the spectrum and, as with all extremes, neither is more favorable than the other. On the one hand, you have the completely self-deprecating individual who cannot seem to understand that he or she possesses good qualities. On the other hand, you have the egocentric individual who cannot seem to understand that yes, you do have faults! Imagine that!
If I'm honest with myself, I think that I fall more towards the self-deprecating end of the spectrum. Then again, that could just be my self-deprecating self talking. I wouldn't really know. I wish that there was a way that you could step outside of yourself for a moment and see yourself the way that others see you. That way, you would know. I know they've had this kind of out-of-body experience shown in movies all the time, but what good is it to see it happen to a fictional character in a fictional universe? Okay, so the protagonist figures out what's wrong with him or herself by almost dying, but given a second chance after seeing everything from an objective third-person point of view. That's wonderful--for the protagonist. But in real life, where that kind of thing doesn't really happen very often (maybe it does, but I guess I wouldn't know since I've never been faced with death and given a second chance at life--knock on wood), how would we know?
Sure, people tell you all the time all these wonderful things about you, and your real friends and most definitely your family won't be scared to tell you all the bad things about you. In fact, some might say they thrive on "fixing" you. But you can't relate, not really anyways, to a thing that they say. You can understand the problem by applying it to a situation in which you did something that was, maybe, not so great. But you don't really know. You can never really know. I guess it's one of those things that you aren't supposed to ever really know. It would ruin the mystery of life, I suppose.
I guess I've just been thinking about it lately, and it's strange to me that people could feel so strongly for one another. That these strong feelings could be felt for someone and reciprocated by the same someone, that it just works out like that. It's always been an odd concept to me and I choose not to question it too much because that would turn me into even more of a cynical bitch than I am now. But it's odd to think that something could work out like that, that something could just fit. That's how a lot of people have described it. That it just fits. I guess it just makes me believe more and more that all things happen for a reason.
I think self-perception is an interesting concept. How we conceive our own personalities is usually totally different than how other people see us. It's true when they say that everyone is their own worst critic, but that's not always the case. Some people are their worst critics in the sense that they criticize themselves too much, strive for perfection to the point where they can't stand anything about themselves, perhaps. But others? They think far too highly of themselves, that nothing is wrong with them, and everyone else is always at fault. Two opposite ends of the spectrum and, as with all extremes, neither is more favorable than the other. On the one hand, you have the completely self-deprecating individual who cannot seem to understand that he or she possesses good qualities. On the other hand, you have the egocentric individual who cannot seem to understand that yes, you do have faults! Imagine that!
If I'm honest with myself, I think that I fall more towards the self-deprecating end of the spectrum. Then again, that could just be my self-deprecating self talking. I wouldn't really know. I wish that there was a way that you could step outside of yourself for a moment and see yourself the way that others see you. That way, you would know. I know they've had this kind of out-of-body experience shown in movies all the time, but what good is it to see it happen to a fictional character in a fictional universe? Okay, so the protagonist figures out what's wrong with him or herself by almost dying, but given a second chance after seeing everything from an objective third-person point of view. That's wonderful--for the protagonist. But in real life, where that kind of thing doesn't really happen very often (maybe it does, but I guess I wouldn't know since I've never been faced with death and given a second chance at life--knock on wood), how would we know?
Sure, people tell you all the time all these wonderful things about you, and your real friends and most definitely your family won't be scared to tell you all the bad things about you. In fact, some might say they thrive on "fixing" you. But you can't relate, not really anyways, to a thing that they say. You can understand the problem by applying it to a situation in which you did something that was, maybe, not so great. But you don't really know. You can never really know. I guess it's one of those things that you aren't supposed to ever really know. It would ruin the mystery of life, I suppose.
I guess I've just been thinking about it lately, and it's strange to me that people could feel so strongly for one another. That these strong feelings could be felt for someone and reciprocated by the same someone, that it just works out like that. It's always been an odd concept to me and I choose not to question it too much because that would turn me into even more of a cynical bitch than I am now. But it's odd to think that something could work out like that, that something could just fit. That's how a lot of people have described it. That it just fits. I guess it just makes me believe more and more that all things happen for a reason.