Embarrassed?
Another thing about the world. Everyone gets embarrassed too easily. Everyone is worried about what others think of them. Am I too loud, am I too shy, am I dumb, will people like what I’m wearing, should I say this, what will people think… stop. First of all, I can guarantee you that I’m weirder than you. Feel safe. If I could, I would hang out with every single insecure person in the world in order to make them feel a little better about themselves, to see that they really aren’t that weird, but I can’t And even then, some people are so insecure, they’d be worried about what other people would think if they saw me with them. Oh god. Cut yourself a break. Not being embarrassed makes you free. Not being concerned about people accepting you is the key to life.
First rule of never being embarrassed: the general public doesn’t care about you. I guess that’s sort of a harsh way to put it, but it’s true. If you do something in public that’s embarrassing, well, people will laugh or stare and then they will walk away and forget about it. The only person that ever really remembers such things is you. None of them will ever hold onto the memory. Unless, of course, what you did was plainly walk down the street in nothing but a bow tie. Then they might go home and tell their family, and they might keep it in the back of their mind. If you’re going to get embarrassed, it shouldn’t be by the public. It at least should be around people you know.
Rule number two of never being embarrassed: even the people who know who you are can forget your transgressions, and even they might not care. I guess there’s a reason you want to look good in front of people who know your name, the whole first impression thing. You don’t want people who don’t totally know you to be totally driven away before knowing the real you. Look, the real you is every aspect of you, not just the pretty aspects. You shouldn’t have to fool people into liking you, and then later tell them that you’re actually a complete weirdo. It’s not damage control, its trickery. If someone doesn’t like the real you, they suck. You shouldn’t have to hide yourself. You should be what-you-see-is-what-you-get. I guess that explains why I wear such weird clothing. I mean, I enjoy it a lot, I love the way I look, despite how out of place and totally unfashionable I can be, but I guess it forces me not to hide myself. I mean, you can’t hide what you’re wearing. I can’t lie to people anymore and tell them I’m normal.
Finally, rule number three: you should never ever ever ever be embarrassed in front of your friends. Ever. This is more of a transgression than being embarrassed in front of complete strangers. If someone is your friend, they will love you even if you give a speech with spinach in your teeth, they will love you if you fart in the middle of class, they will laugh with you at your weird clothes, they don’t care. They like you. You shouldn’t care around your friends. Your friends are the ones who will forgive you always. Why waste energy on being worried about what they think? You already know what they think. They are your friends, they have the facts and they’re voted yes, okay?
I guess everyone is allowed a few things they can be embarrassed about. I mean, for me, I can’t take my clothes off. Seriously, no one on the face of the planet has ever seen me naked and has lived. Or, at least no one has seen me naked in the past ten years. I wont even wear a bathing suit. I think somewhere in the back of my mind I have this bizarre idea that something about my body is somehow different from every other girl in the entire world’s body. I mean really, I’m not hiding a third talking boob or something, and I don’t have a huge scar on my back that slightly resembles the face of jesus, those are things that would embarrassing. But, I don’t think I’ll be getting over that soon. So I will continue to be embarrassed. It’s okay to be embarrassed about a couple silly things. No one’s perfect.
Some people get embarrassed for people. This is even worse than being worried about yourself. The see someone doing something “embarrassing” and yet not being embarrassed, so the feel that they need to make up for it. Or maybe they’re embarrassed to even see someone doing something strange. Needless to say, I don’t understand these people. They are exceedingly tightly wound and probably need a good back massaged to let loose some tension. Although I’m sure a stranger touching them would probably be too odd for them as well.
Some people insist on being unhappy. Are you crazy? I’ve had problems with depression, but I never thought it was the cool thing to do, I was never happy about being depressed (what an oxymoron). Happiness is good. It makes you feel good. Except maybe your face. I don’t smile a lot so my face hurts sometimes when im really happy. Maybe it’ll get better. But anyways, tense people, I don’t know what to do with them. You can’t ever be happy if you’re always looking out for everyone else’s opinion of you. You have to be weird to be happy. Why? Because happy people are the minority, and minorities are considered “different”, or as the people bent on being unhappy call it, “weird”.
If there was a sequel
Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me ‘till I’m dead?
And if their was a sequel
Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me ‘till I’m dead?
Or is there someone else instead?
First rule of never being embarrassed: the general public doesn’t care about you. I guess that’s sort of a harsh way to put it, but it’s true. If you do something in public that’s embarrassing, well, people will laugh or stare and then they will walk away and forget about it. The only person that ever really remembers such things is you. None of them will ever hold onto the memory. Unless, of course, what you did was plainly walk down the street in nothing but a bow tie. Then they might go home and tell their family, and they might keep it in the back of their mind. If you’re going to get embarrassed, it shouldn’t be by the public. It at least should be around people you know.
Rule number two of never being embarrassed: even the people who know who you are can forget your transgressions, and even they might not care. I guess there’s a reason you want to look good in front of people who know your name, the whole first impression thing. You don’t want people who don’t totally know you to be totally driven away before knowing the real you. Look, the real you is every aspect of you, not just the pretty aspects. You shouldn’t have to fool people into liking you, and then later tell them that you’re actually a complete weirdo. It’s not damage control, its trickery. If someone doesn’t like the real you, they suck. You shouldn’t have to hide yourself. You should be what-you-see-is-what-you-get. I guess that explains why I wear such weird clothing. I mean, I enjoy it a lot, I love the way I look, despite how out of place and totally unfashionable I can be, but I guess it forces me not to hide myself. I mean, you can’t hide what you’re wearing. I can’t lie to people anymore and tell them I’m normal.
Finally, rule number three: you should never ever ever ever be embarrassed in front of your friends. Ever. This is more of a transgression than being embarrassed in front of complete strangers. If someone is your friend, they will love you even if you give a speech with spinach in your teeth, they will love you if you fart in the middle of class, they will laugh with you at your weird clothes, they don’t care. They like you. You shouldn’t care around your friends. Your friends are the ones who will forgive you always. Why waste energy on being worried about what they think? You already know what they think. They are your friends, they have the facts and they’re voted yes, okay?
I guess everyone is allowed a few things they can be embarrassed about. I mean, for me, I can’t take my clothes off. Seriously, no one on the face of the planet has ever seen me naked and has lived. Or, at least no one has seen me naked in the past ten years. I wont even wear a bathing suit. I think somewhere in the back of my mind I have this bizarre idea that something about my body is somehow different from every other girl in the entire world’s body. I mean really, I’m not hiding a third talking boob or something, and I don’t have a huge scar on my back that slightly resembles the face of jesus, those are things that would embarrassing. But, I don’t think I’ll be getting over that soon. So I will continue to be embarrassed. It’s okay to be embarrassed about a couple silly things. No one’s perfect.
Some people get embarrassed for people. This is even worse than being worried about yourself. The see someone doing something “embarrassing” and yet not being embarrassed, so the feel that they need to make up for it. Or maybe they’re embarrassed to even see someone doing something strange. Needless to say, I don’t understand these people. They are exceedingly tightly wound and probably need a good back massaged to let loose some tension. Although I’m sure a stranger touching them would probably be too odd for them as well.
Some people insist on being unhappy. Are you crazy? I’ve had problems with depression, but I never thought it was the cool thing to do, I was never happy about being depressed (what an oxymoron). Happiness is good. It makes you feel good. Except maybe your face. I don’t smile a lot so my face hurts sometimes when im really happy. Maybe it’ll get better. But anyways, tense people, I don’t know what to do with them. You can’t ever be happy if you’re always looking out for everyone else’s opinion of you. You have to be weird to be happy. Why? Because happy people are the minority, and minorities are considered “different”, or as the people bent on being unhappy call it, “weird”.
If there was a sequel
Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me ‘till I’m dead?
And if their was a sequel
Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me ‘till I’m dead?
Or is there someone else instead?