Thursday, 11 February 2010

Selfish.

To be selfish: devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others.
That's the dictionary definition. To an extent everyone is selfish. You are put on this earth completely in your own head along with survival instinct, some people are even raised without empathy. These things make you selfish; it's human.
Which isn't to say it's justified to be inconsiderate. Neither is it justified to be selfish in the terms of self-hatred. Self-hatred and self-deprecation although are sympathised/pitied are just as egocentric as the next inconsiderate bastard that comes along. It's self-indulgent, you're indulging your hatred and indulging poor little you to be the sole object of your thoughts. With some self-haters they justify being horrible to other people and angry with them because they feel bad about themselves. With some self-deprecators (yes I made this word up) they will always be talking about themselves by putting themselves down; whether it be genuinely or attention-seekingly (and this one).
As for the people that call others selfish; it's usually because you're not thinking about them that they'll say that, pretty selfish huh?
This is when you have to ask yourself, is this acceptable? Is this justified? If at every point you take the time to think, and consciously decide to do something that's not totally selfish; whether it be to tell those self-hating voices in your head to take a break or to do something for someone else even if though it inconveniences you. Not everyday, because it is appreciated that everyone's going to have a selfish outburst, but to make the effort.

I hope you all have fabulous days xxxxxxxxxx

Saturday, 6 February 2010

The beautiful

Your beauty is a curse. It has taken away the depth you potentially had.
Your depth now consists of relying on dressing in an interesting way and looking good. Clothes don't make you an interesting person.
I know people change, but I will still be nostalgic for the person you used to be. The girl who was not vain. The girl who took people's feelings in to consideration. She, who didn't act like everyone else; stealing other people's thoughts, mannerisms, humour and stupidity.
I prefer who you were but I have taught myself to love who you are now. But everyone does. Everyone loves you but nobody really knows you. I know you because I know who you were and that's all that everyone consists of; who they were and who they want to be.
Your beauty has cursed you; people love your shell: your face, your hair, your clothes, your smile. They compliment and they flatter, and you deflect in a typical fashion. You complain because you don't see the beauty that they see.
I wish that it didn't matter to you. I wish that other people mattered to you more.