“You’re going to meet many people with domineering personalities: the loud, the obnoxious, those that noisily stake their claims in your territory and everywhere else they set foot on. This is the blueprint of a predator. Predators prey on gentleness, peace, calmness, sweetness and any positivity that they sniff out as weakness. Anything that is happy and at peace they mistake for weakness. It’s not your job to change these people, but it’s your job to show them that your peace and gentleness do not equate to weakness. I have always appeared to be fragile and delicate but the thing is, I am not fragile and I am not delicate. I am very gentle but I can show you that the gentle also possess a poison. I compare myself to silk. People mistake silk to be weak but a silk handkerchief can protect the wearer from a gunshot. There are many people who will want to befriend you if you fit the description of what they think is weak; predators want to have friends that they can dominate over because that makes them feel strong and important. The truth is that predators have no strength and no courage. It is you who are strong, and it is you who has courage. I have lost many friends over the fact that when they attempt to rip me, they can’t. They accuse me of being deceiving; I am not deceiving, I am just made of silk. It is they who are stupid and wrongly take gentleness and fairness for weakness. There are many more predators in this world, so I want you to be made of silk. You are silk.”—C. JoyBell C. (via quotethat)
Seeing some familiar faces tonight while walking to the library...
Reminds me how much time I’ve wasted over a year ago. To be honest, the feelings of bitterness still run in me and I don’t regret not acknowledging people who aren’t worth my time. I keep telling myself that it doesn’t matter because of the experiences and opportunities that I’m having, but I can’t help but still think about it. And it makes me uncomfortable that people that I don’t even acquaint myself with still say hi to me. I just want to say back off, but I can’t let karma bite me in the ass when I’m trying to improve my social skills.
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.
And let it be. I’d rather just focus on my finals at this point and not let my feelings get in the way. I don’t know if it’s ever gonna work out or I should wait until after break to figure it all out.