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My Secrets: A Challenge

21 Aug

I tell you all so many times that I try to be open and honest, that I don’t lie, and that I have nothing to hide. Well, I was listening to the radio the other day and this wonderfully somewhat unrefined song came on by Mary Lambert. All she had to do was sing “I’m overweight. I’m always late.” and I was hooked. Because damn. Am I.

So I sat down tonight, after thinking about myself for a long while, and made my best attempts to alter her song to fit me. Some of the lines I kept (like the ones I just quoted) because they fit me so well. Some I altered only slightly because they are good lines, and kind of rep “me”. And then others I took out completely, because sorry, but the last time I checked (which honestly, was never), I’m not bipolar. Nor am I afraid of the dentist.

Please read. Please enjoy. Song-writing is not my strong suit, so I’m sure its even rougher in places than it was to start with (I liked that quality about this song). And I challenge you to make your own version and share it with us.

Because, as Mary Lambert says about hiding ourselves: I’m over it.

Here is a link to her music video: Mary Lambert – Secrets

I’ve got no money to speak of
I can’t get enough love
I procrastinate
I’m always late
I’ve got too many things to say

I rock bikinis
skinny jeans
Try to suppress my feelings

my motives are questionable 
but my friends and I are there for each other

They tell us from the time were young
to hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves
inside ourselves
I know I’m not the only one who spent so long
attempting to be someone else
well I’m over it

I don’t care if the world know what my secrets are, secrets are
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are, secrets are
so what
so what
so what
so what

I’m a fat kid
I like cake
sometimes I hide
my mistakes
Too sensitive
Do my best to live
And never know what I’ll miss

and I’m passive aggressive
I’m scared that my future’s horrendous
I love my butt; you can’t make me shut up
and I’ll never really give up

They tell us from the time we’re young
to hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves
inside ourselves
I know I’m not the only one
who spent so long attempting to be someone else
well I’m over it

I don’t care if the world know what my secrets are, secrets are
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are, secrets are
so what
so what
so what
so what

I don’t care if the world know what my secrets are, secrets are
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are, secrets are
so what
so what
so what
so what
so what
so what

Please join in this challenge. Comment your song (or link to it). And if you’re brave enough to sing it, I will gladly listen.

Secrets can destroy us from the inside out sometimes, and the best way to get rid of that power they seem to have over us is to scream them to the world and either embrace them, or to free them.

OH!! And share this. Because I really would love if everybody took a moment to think about the things they may hide or alter and realize how silly it may be. 

Overprotective Parents

14 Aug

I wouldn’t generally consider my parents overprotective, but growing up with overprotective parents is much different than having overprotective parents as an adult.

I’ve always been a very independent person, and my parents have always acknowledged that and respected it. So when they pull the we’re worried about you card all of a sudden, it kind of catches me off-guard.

Not that I don’t think they worry about me. I know they do, but when they try to interfere with what I’m doing, that’s when it gets weird.

I’m planning a trip in September that involves 4 nights/5 days of hiking and camping, and I’m doing it alone. Apparently my mom and dad don’t like that idea, because when I called my mom a couple of days ago, she requested that I sleep in hotels instead.

They don’t want me to camp alone. It’s understandable why someone would worry, but I can’t afford 4 hotels. They can’t afford 4 hotels. I just don’t understand how they can expect this.

In one hand, my parents are basically offering to pay for 3 nights of hotels for me. On the other hand, I was kind of excited to camp for 3 nights. It’s really bothering me, and I don’t know what to do or how to handle it. My parents have never interfered with plans like this before. I can’t help but feeling like they don’t understand that I have no one to go with (which is kind of embarrassing to admit); I don’t think I know anyone who would actually make an effort to go with me.

Should I give in to my parents request and sleep in hotels instead of camping? Should I just camp, and how do I tell them to get over their worrying? Ever had a situation where your parents/friends/significant others do things way out of character? How did you handle it?

How Easily Do You Lose Respect?

22 Apr

Respect is kind of like trust. You have to earn it, and to keep it, you have to do respect-worthy things.

A friend of mine, Audrey*, recently told me she lost respect for a guy I know, Damian, because he punched (or was about to punch – I wasn’t there, and I don’t remember the details she relayed to me) a guy who was friends with his current girlfriend, Olivia. I can imagine it was because either this friend was being disrespectful of Olivia, or because Damian felt threatened (I’m pretty sure its the latter).  I can say that Damian is usually a stand up guy, and very nice, but I also know that Damian intended to kick some butt. I’m not sure how I feel about the situation. It doesn’t directly involve me, so my feelings are mixed and I’m pretty indifferent about the whole thing.

How do you feel about physical fighting? Would you lose respect for someone in Damian’s position? What are some things that you consider bottom line, respect-losing actions?

 

*All names have been changed.