Okay here's my ish. One of my huge pet peeves in this world are hallways. Not because of the actual structure but rather the beings that occupy the said hall.
It's like... It seems as if groups of friends seem to feel, I dunno... safer? Better at least, to stand in a large circle in the hallway. See, I don't know about these people... but see, there's really only two places that I'm interested in standing at school. By my locker, and in this place called a CLASSROOM. GASP.
But, with these people standing in their sacred circle, it seems that any chance of me getting to my destination is diminished. So you stand there and wait. And wait. Clear your throat. And wait. Then finally, carefully and oh-so-smoothly, slam your shoulder into the closest circle-maker and charge through. 'Tis the only way.
Oh, and while I'm at it. Another hall peeve that I have are those people that walk really. Really. REALLY slowly. It's like JESUS. THIS IS NOT A FUNERAL. OR A WEDDING FOR THAT MATTER. (Which, might I point out, both have the same pacing while walking. Coincidence? I think not)
So for all you Circle Slow Walkers. Just know. You bug me.
Kind of a lot.
Shiverme timbers and all that,
Sophia The Great
Sunday, February 28, 2010
All The World's a Stage
Acting.
People think of it as a form of entertainment. A way to divert one self or other people.
But I kind of look at is as an escape. A way to become someone entirely new. What's weird about it, is that as myself, I am afraid to speak in front of a crowd. It makes me nervous. But, as someone else, if I'm someone else on the stage, then there is no fear. No butterflies even.
Isn't that fascinating? When I act, even my mind becomes part of the character. Sometimes as I act, what is me is simply occupying a small corner of my brain. It's amazing really.
Anyway, I think that's why I enjoy it so much. I could be having a terrible day, just failed a test or something. But I step in to the theatre and up on to that stage and I can shed those feelings. And it feels great. It's like the only acceptable place in the world that you can set your problems COMPLETELY aside.
But... I can't be an actor everywhere. I can't have that privilege in the real world. And yet... sometimes I cheat. Whenever I feel nervous and I need to speak in front of people, I become this confident bravado character. And it works wonders. I can't speak in front of crowds as myself: The sarcastic, shy, silly, teenager girl who is too old for her age... No, but I can pretend to be the bold, confident, and witty girl in front of a crowd.
It's become like I am both people now. Like I'm not even pretending to be the other person, that brave person anymore. It's like I have schizophrenia but in a good way. By pretending to be the brave person so much I have become that person. If the end justifies the means than I'm all good I guess.
So for me I guess Shakespeare's words hold some truth. All the World is my stage.
...Ay, there's the rub.
Sophia
President of the "I think Shakespeare just woke up one day and decided to write a random play that rhymed. End of story" Club.
People think of it as a form of entertainment. A way to divert one self or other people.
But I kind of look at is as an escape. A way to become someone entirely new. What's weird about it, is that as myself, I am afraid to speak in front of a crowd. It makes me nervous. But, as someone else, if I'm someone else on the stage, then there is no fear. No butterflies even.
Isn't that fascinating? When I act, even my mind becomes part of the character. Sometimes as I act, what is me is simply occupying a small corner of my brain. It's amazing really.
Anyway, I think that's why I enjoy it so much. I could be having a terrible day, just failed a test or something. But I step in to the theatre and up on to that stage and I can shed those feelings. And it feels great. It's like the only acceptable place in the world that you can set your problems COMPLETELY aside.
But... I can't be an actor everywhere. I can't have that privilege in the real world. And yet... sometimes I cheat. Whenever I feel nervous and I need to speak in front of people, I become this confident bravado character. And it works wonders. I can't speak in front of crowds as myself: The sarcastic, shy, silly, teenager girl who is too old for her age... No, but I can pretend to be the bold, confident, and witty girl in front of a crowd.
It's become like I am both people now. Like I'm not even pretending to be the other person, that brave person anymore. It's like I have schizophrenia but in a good way. By pretending to be the brave person so much I have become that person. If the end justifies the means than I'm all good I guess.
So for me I guess Shakespeare's words hold some truth. All the World is my stage.
...Ay, there's the rub.
Sophia
President of the "I think Shakespeare just woke up one day and decided to write a random play that rhymed. End of story" Club.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
It's Funny...
You know, it's funny. Not ha-ha funny, but wierd funny. It's funny how most of my generation is slipping away from reading and writing and, well, thinking, and falling into this blissful and twisted world that is technology. And when I say most, I really mean pretty much all.
I mean, I never thought I'd see the day when sending an EMAIL was archeic. An EMAIL! Email's used to be IT. Now I'm lucky to get an email that isn't from 'Facebook' or a stupid recruting college entitled "We want YOU, Sophia!", let alone a card! Now birthdays are acknowlaged with a post on your Facebook wall or a text saying "Omg hppy brtdy lol haha".
Oh the eloquance and depth.
And if someone takes it out of their oh so busy life to actually send a card, they're message is pretty much consisting of Halmark's regards and their hurried signature at the bottom.
All I'm saying is that it wouldn't kill our generation to actually pick up a book. And read it, not just pick it up. Or maybe write someone a letter. That's longer than your signature. Say a page.
It won't kill you I promise.
And you know, maybe taking time out of our busy life to connect to other people through the hand written word will force us to fill our lives with something with more substance than what we have now.
Hell, maybe it won't made a difference anyhow. But I guess it's worth a try.
You know what else is funny? Whales.
I mean, I never thought I'd see the day when sending an EMAIL was archeic. An EMAIL! Email's used to be IT. Now I'm lucky to get an email that isn't from 'Facebook' or a stupid recruting college entitled "We want YOU, Sophia!", let alone a card! Now birthdays are acknowlaged with a post on your Facebook wall or a text saying "Omg hppy brtdy lol haha".
Oh the eloquance and depth.
And if someone takes it out of their oh so busy life to actually send a card, they're message is pretty much consisting of Halmark's regards and their hurried signature at the bottom.
All I'm saying is that it wouldn't kill our generation to actually pick up a book. And read it, not just pick it up. Or maybe write someone a letter. That's longer than your signature. Say a page.
It won't kill you I promise.
And you know, maybe taking time out of our busy life to connect to other people through the hand written word will force us to fill our lives with something with more substance than what we have now.
Hell, maybe it won't made a difference anyhow. But I guess it's worth a try.
You know what else is funny? Whales.
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