pure nonsensical whims

My blog is so basic and boring. It annoys me. Except I remember when blogspot/blogger changed formats and so I converted my blog to the new format, but it looked fucking hideous so that is why I stuck with the basic boring blog I have now. Ugh.

I have a feeling this post will be pure nonsense.

So I had my first class today, the language of film. It seems semi interesting, but sometimes I wish I would've just stuck to being a bio major even though I was failing all my classes. Screenwriting is scary. I keep envisioning myself as the tortured writer working at Starbucks till my body becomes ash and eventually mixes with the coffee grounds. I wasn't good enough for Chapman, only Fullerton. I am no Lena Dunham or anyone else severely talented. I am just Molly, who likes to write.

I don't know. I feel pretty alone right now, but in the good healthy way(this is what I asked for by being single). It is quite alright being lonely, but a lil part of it sucks. Yet, I feel so free. Free from obligations to others. All I've got to worry about is myself. I need to write more.

My friend from Saddleback who is in my language of film class is actually a viking, kind of. He dresses in all this crazy garb that I love and I respect him so much for being who he wants to be. He loves metal, has long hair, plays with swords, makes his own mead, wears leather arm band thingys, has crafted fur on his tattered jean sleeveless jacket. He is so positively weird. I would do anything just to feel content with myself enough to not give a rat's ass about what people think of me.

The whole stripping thing has been on my mind a lot lately. I have been tossing and turning, biting my nails and losing sleep over the mere idea of stripping. I decided I am going to do it. I am going to find an amateur night and try it out. I am not going to commit to a job or anything, at least not at first. I haven't been able to find an amateur night in the OC but I am hoping some LA clubs will have a night during the week.

Honestly I felt so depressed because I kept thinking that I was the problem and that these yearnings of mine were sinful. As Macklemore & Ryan Lewis song Same Love says, "A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are." That's exactly how I felt.

So I am going to do it rather than hate myself for just thinking about it.

Here is the link to amazing song, quoted from above.

http://youtu.be/hlVBg7_08n0

Me vs. ME

So, tonight I went to Lady Gaga's Born This Way Ball. Besides some problems with this drunk bitch sitting behind us (me & my mom) it was still an amazing night.

I have loved Gaga from the very beginning. I have always stuck up for who she is as an artist and person. Tonight she made all of that worth it because it was as if she gave something back to me, she made me hopeful of myself. If that makes sense. Throughout the show she talked to us audience. She shared stories and words of wisdom. I honestly cannot recount the exact words of what she said, but I'll sum it up.

Love yourself. You are not alone. Don't give a fuck about what people think. Believe in fyour dreams. Be free.

These words are simple and common. Everyone tells you to be happy, believe in yourself, do good in school blah blah blah. But, when this woman comes out and tells you this wisdom, it really makes your heart beat faster. You want to believe her. You do believe her. Gaga knows.

Anywho, so what does this all mean to me?

I've always been a square trying to fit into a round hole. Where my depression, alcoholism and addictions stem from is the obsession to be loved and fit in. It is always a constant battle. It has been since people started tell me I was weird and wrong and stupid and a loser. From that point on the obsession became a sickness.

And here I am today, somewhat more myself, a lot happier, still battling for some things.

But if I am being honest, I still feel compelled to be all these things society does not want me to be.

One of my friends said that I am trying to be different just for the sake of not being the same. This is the farthest thing from the truth. I have tried to stifle my differences and odd yearnings because I felt I had to. I like exciting and weird stuff because I am open to everything the world has to offer and I just want to be a part of that. I like going against the grain because that's just me. It's not my fault the world thinks what I consider normal to be weird/wrong. Let me be clear. This is me. This is me trying to live life as myself. This is not for the sake of being different.

So what are all these abnormal things I am afraid to indulge in? Here are the big ones...

I wouldn't be a waitress, I'd like to try stripping.

I would have cotton candy pink hair.

Lots more tattoos.

Feel happy about all the weird outfits I put together.

Openly be in the bdsm community (or at least try it out).

Model nude.

Be bi, date a girl, see what happens.

Write without the fear that I won't succeed.


Doing these things would be more true to who I believe to be than who/what I am doing now.

I mean maybe I would strip and be like "this is not for me." At least I would have tried it! I can't even experience shit without the fear of being a weirdo/creep/outcast/disappointment. It isn't fair.

But Lady Gaga gives me hope that one day that I'll have the strength to do all these things without fear and with tons of love for myself.

wtf

Half of my day is consumed with asking myself, what is wrong with the world? Why are people so fucking stupid and annoying? Where do these cunt satchels get off thinking the world revolves around them? Why are people allowing themselves to become less?

I stop myself and say, "Molly get off your high horse. You are being an elitist and extremely presumptuous."

But then I continue to think on these scenarios where the human race is truly a pathetic disgrace. Maybe it has always been this way, and I am only now noticing it or maybe I am just a judgemental bitch. I don't know.

But, when...

*little tweens are cutting themselves and posting pictures of their bloody wrist all because Justin Bieber was caught with a blunt in his hand

*fucking mental people can gun down their own mothers and little children

*someone over the internet judges my age by my usage of winky faces

*a friend declares herself with so many titles I have now forgotten who I originally became friends with

...I start to wonder where this world will end up.

And don't get me wrong, there are so many instances where I have seriously degraded the term human and woman. It's not nice. It's not cool. But, god damn I feel like I am way ahead of these fucktards, in some respects. Whether minute or grand, people's way of thinking and acting scares me. I fear for my life in the future. honestly.