Sometimes I like to go back and read my old blogs. They’re bad. The idea I’m trying to push in the blog is bad and the writing in the blog is bad. In fact the writing in this blog is bad. have you noticed that I start and end sentences with the same five words and phrases every single time? If you haven’t already noticed then now you can’t unsee it, oops. Anyway. What I’m trying to say is everything I think ages like milk. One day: oh what a revolutionary idea I’ll write a blog about it. The next day: this is trash. I go back one year and everything I’ve written is rubbish. I go back six months and everything is still rubbish. I read my most recent blog and even i think it’s boring and hard to read. Sometimes (i started a sentence with “sometimes” again because my vocabulary is small) I feel like there’s multiple mes, and each day I’m a different person, for better or for worse. Two years ago i was plotting stories in my head thinking i would take the world by storm with these legendary plot lines and now I’m thinking about how stupid I was. But back then I genuinely believed I had something special going. Today, as of the second of april, ten pm, i still believe I have an amazing premise for a story that I can’t quite put into words yet, a story that will be analyzed in ela classes across the world. but. Who’s to say that a year or two from now, I won’t look back and think about how stupid I was. And two years from that, I might look back and think about how stupid I was. It makes me wonder if I’m just delusional. Everything I say is wrong. Everything I think is wrong. I think I’m right, but everybody disagrees with me which probably means I’m wrong but just because nobody else thinks so doesn’t mean I’m wrong, after all nobody believed galileo when he said the earth was not the center of the solar system. But to compare my thoughts to galileo is a little pompous of me.
Wanna hear a controversial opinion?????? Something I think that everyone will disagree with???
jk. It’s always “let us know what you’re thinking Nam” and afterwards its “you’re a disgusting piece of crap Nam”. Why should I say anything if I know someone is going to cry and write a blog about it, or if someone is going to tell my why my core beliefs are wrong in the most condescending way possible, or if my older relatives are going to laugh behind my back about it? Do I sound bitter? because I am. The worst part is, tomorrow I may wake up, read this, and cringe. I can’t even be confident in what I’m saying, even when I’m mad. Maybe years of being told I’m wrong has gotten to my head, and I should just persevere through the hate. Or maybe they were right all along. Maybe I’m just misunderstood by the people around me. Or maybe I’m just an angsty teen going through an emo phase. I just don’t know, it and drives me insane.
But sometimes. This happens very rarely. But sometimes, I hear something that is just so wrong, something so stupid, anyone who possibly believes it should really just be sent to a mental asylum for an examination. Because you must be insane or morally bankrupt or just flat-out unintelligent if you really truly believe that. Notice that I’m not naming any specifics because I know there’ll be a price on my head if I do. Actually, notice how I hardly ever name anyone in my blogs, unless it’s a little kid like Thucquyehn or vien. Because name anyone older than that and I might as well just shoot myself in the head because that’d be a lot less painful than all of my relatives looking down on me with disgust, going on long speeches about how I should respect people more and also why I am wrong.
I’m also guilty of telling people they’re wrong just because they’re younger and their opinion clashes with mine. However (and i really hate to pull the “it’s just a prank bro” card), it’s mostly just in jest. No, I don’t actually think fairy tail is that bad. No, I don’t actually hate BTS. I think they’re just ok. I don’t think you’re a horrible person if you like SAO (although I won’t trust any of your anime recommendations).
I feel like this blog has gone on too long. Or rather, I feel like nobody is reading this anymore. Tq has probably already stopped reading (if she even started reading at all) to go play roblocks, because she has the attention span of… well, a child. TL, I don’t think knows how to read. Um, Khoi and vien probably stopped reading because they got bored. THere’s only two people left I think might be reading and they’re probably chuckling behind their monitors thinking check out this disrespectful little brat. I’m going to lecture/beat him half to death the next time I see him. Which is sad. My audience consists of a bunch of little kids who don’t really care or understand. Aside from them, who’s really listening?
Everybody here writes blogs mainly for a single reason. Their parents are making them. But nobody is forcing me to do anything. So you might wonder why I write blogs. I don’t experience any pleasure writing them. It’s actually really boring. The reason why, I’ve already stated before. My thoughts are presented to me as if I’m narrating to the audience. like a book. If I spill milk all over my pants, I don’t think, crap, I need to change. I think, Why do the gods loathe me so? This is truly the worst day of my life, as if I’m some cartoon character talking out loud to no one for comedic effect. I write blogs because in that way I can communicate to my audience. It’s different than talking to someone because my audience, in a sense, is myself. Because I am the only person who understands myself. By writing a blog, I can openly and freely address the reader as “you”, when the “you” I am referring to, does not exist, anywhere in this universe.
I know that didn’t make sense and when I read this tomorrow I’m going to be confused as well. But that was probably the best attempt at explaining my thoughts and opinions so far. Even if I know someone will say I’m wrong.
so guys, I hope dyou enjoued my blog. Don’t bother responding because you’re opiniong is wrong and you’re just a hater. sayonara!