Posts Tagged ‘Love’


WTF Love?



/!\ Warning, Incoming Rant /!\


WTF… Love?  Like, why do you have to be so complicated?  I like that person over there because I think they have a cute butt and I would like to touch their butt but I can’t because they are part of a certain so called “social” class that I am not part of.  Also I kind of once kissed their friend when we were in elementary school… so that makes it… well weird… and their dad… teaches at my school… and is my teacher… UGH… why does this have to be so complicated??!?!?

Older friend trying to help (OFTTH): But, um… Peeta that changes once you get out of High School?

Does it?  Does it, older friend with good intentions who I really just want to punch right now for giving advice that you think is helpful but its not, DOES IT REALLY?  Cause, cause the way I see it is that it only gets worse when you are an adult.  Cause the social class thing doesn’t go away. Nope, NO, not. even. close. IT GETS WORSE!! There is still that person that you are not allowed to talk to.  Maybe its because you are a service worker and they came into your restaurant or retail store or something in a three piece suit.   I can’t talk to them, cause I have an apron on or a vest with name on it or some shit.  It’ DUMB!  And then, THEN, if I do, for some reason have the guts to talk to them… THEY think the only reason I want to chat them up is because I want their money or some shit like that.  Maybe I don’t, huh?  Did you ever think that I just think you are good looking and maybe I just want to touch your butt??  DID YOU EVER THINK THAT I AM A PERSON TOO?!?!?  Just because we are not part of the exact same social class, fuck!  Gah, and it is not really their fault it is just society being a jerk.  Like, fuck society.  Ugh!  It is just stupid!  There is NO reason I cannot tell somebody they have a great butt and have them act like I have some fucking disease or something… Like, just because I dared to talk to them when we do not fit some stupid societal ideal of the same social class, FUCK, I. just. get. so. annoyed…

Also, yes, I know that “butt touching” is not the greatest analogy but you get my point right?

OFTTH: Oh, Peeta is it really that bad?

Look, BRAD… I know you mean well but would you kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP?  Not everybody is a good looking, popular person with a good job… okay.  I know that you don’t see me like this because we grew up together but geezus Brad… I. am. not. YOU.  I can’t just walk up to some person and have them think I am pretty okay.  I want to say it again… not EVERYBODY can.  And Brad, my friend, I get it… you are a cute little thing, and you do not have confidence issues.  But you are in the minority BRAD, not me… so FUCK YOU!  Like, I don’t hate you but FUCK! YOU!  You have it easy!  GAH!…

OFFTH:  Sorry

Look, Brad… I know you mean well but you don’t get it.  And I don’t hate you for it, but FUCK man.  Gah… Now I feel bad fictitious Brad.  I am sorry too… but I just want to be able to talk to somebody with out stupid fucking societal rules. And I am not talking about being creepy here… but why can’t I like who I like… FUCK.  I just want to be able to be into who ever I want to be with out somebody somewhere looking at me because I do not fit their idea of… well what the fuck ever… UGH.

/rant off












Inspiration from a cookie


Can we talk about how fucking perfect this song is by OREO of all companies?  I know its a clever way for them to be able to introduce new products but there is so much more to it. Lets break it down line by line.  Please watch the video first though as all credit goes to Kraft and Oreo.

“Wonder if we tried a new thing…”

  • You mean its possible to NOT do things the way you have always done them.  Even when those things are working well for you?  FFS Oreo alone makes Kraft 2 billion dollars a year!  And here they are going to try out some new flavors.  Wonder what would happen if that philosophy was applied to peoples lives.

“… looked inside see what we can bring…”

  • Wait, you mean we can bring about these changes from inside?  We don’t have to wait for a focus group or a boss or a teacher or a parent or a preacher or anybody else to tell us that it might be time for a change?  We really can do it on our own??

“… forget who your supposed to be…”

  • You mean I don’t have to do things like I have been told ALL the time.  Its okay to think that something needs to change and then enact that change on my own?  Strange.  According to society I am supposed to do things the way they have always been done because they say so.

“… take all your crazy flavors show them off to me…”

  • Are you fucking kidding me Kraft?  You mean to say that different might actually be good? You mean that sometimes adding variety is a good thing?  This company has CLEARLY gone mad

“… if we dare to wonder about what holds us down the fears, the doubts…”

  • Literal tears at this point.  I have always liked the question “What would you do if you knew, absolutely knew, you could not fail?”; and this is, to me, is another way to ask that question by addressing those things that hold us down and getting rid of them so we cannot fail.

“… Could we spark something, watch it grow, be more wonder filled than we know.”

  • Hope.  This is what hope fucking looks like.  The mere possibility that by doing something different than what we have always done and accepting that sometimes change IS, not only good, but the best possible thing.  We just might create a society and culture that is better than the one we were born into.


I never thought I would be so inspired by a damn Oreo commercial but I have been and I am glad I have seen it.  Here Oreo’s; take all my damn money.  I hope to help push your profits to double what they have ever been because if you keep coming out with messages like this… maybe, just maybe, some people will change for the better.  Their entire wonderfilled movment is fucking amazing!  Check it!

And HERE is a playlist of YouTubers making music about Oreo (:



False Self Esteem is BAD


As kids go through school and play sports, for those under the age of about 15, they are often told how awesome they are and how good they are at said activity.  They are made to believe that they are the best there has even been.  I was at a little league tournament 10-11 year olds where EVERYBODY got a trophy… even last place…

This is horrible for kids.

Let me be clear, I am not talking about when a 3 year old learns to blow bubbles in their milk for the first time and they show you.  You should shower praise upon them like never before because they figured out how to do that shit on their own and its amazing.  I am talking about when that same kid is 7 and still getting praise for blowing milk bubbles.

I saw a thing on Tumblr that says “being told i was smart and above average from a young age was probably one of the worst things to happen to me because now i have a complex and question my entire existence when i don’t excel at something right away

And its true.

There is nothing wrong with praise.  But instead of making a big deal out of the fact your 10 year old can hit a ball in the general direction of the outfield (if they have played more than that year) or that your 11 year old has memorized their 5’s multiplication table why not press them do to better?  Yes, praise them the first time and maybe even the second time if its a more difficult task, but if they come back a 3rd, 4th, and 5th time still looking for praise either be a fucking parent/adult and find out WHY they are seeking praise (there are some legit reasons for this) or nod your head and ask them what is next.

Also parents or guardians you need to be perceptive.   If your son or daughter REALLY wants to play soccer and they are not that good at it make sure you praise them for trying and give them kudos for applying effort.  But never ever ever make them believe they are the next David Beckham or Mia Hamm because they play the sport on a mediocre level.  Instead maybe help them find something they are the “next best thing” at.

And Pro Tip:  You help them find something by listening to what their interests are and making those tasks available to them NOT by encouraging them to try every activity YOU wish you were good at.

I realize this is a bit old for some of the folks who follow this blog but every single one of you has the potential to be a parent one day so please don’t poison another generation with false high self esteem.





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Text added by Peeta



United We Stand.


LGBT Month: Open Letter to Cisgendered People


In the interest of full disclosure I want to say I consider myself to be lucky to be born male and also identify both romantically and sexually as straight in the sense that I do not have to deal with the pressures of falling outside of societal norms.

With that I want to write an imperfect open letter to all of those out there who are cisgendered and are confused by or do not like transgendered people.

Dear Cisgendered People,

I understand that when somebody comes up to you and they have breasts and more feminine features and wants you to call them something else besides mam it can be confusing but just like if you prefer to go by Bob or Sue instead of Robert or Susan they can choose what to be called because of what they say their gender is.  And yes, some of the folks who do not identify cis are going to get super offended when you call them by the wrong pronoun but because they are regular people just like you and me it can be upsetting to have to correct people all the time but it doesn’t make them any less human.

Also, why is it so offensive that somebody isn’t exactly like you?  We have come a long way as a society in accepting people who are different but we still have a long way to go and a phobia who happen to have different sexual and/or romantic feelings towards others is not helping.

Think of it this way; people are like colours.  There are the primary colours of Blue, Red, and Yellow which would be Male, Female, Intersex (those born with both parts or no parts at all so they cannot be medically classified as male or female).  Then there are the secondary colours, which are Purple, Orange, and Green. To me these are the less complicated gender roles which would be Gay, Lesbian, and Asexual (having no sexual preferences at all).  The best thing about this is that it does not stop there because people are a wonderful array of nuance.

This means that rather than people fitting into a color wheel like this

or even this

It is more like this

and even that is ignoring things like saturation and many other color type things I do not understand.  And just like that there are so many options for somebody to be when it comes to sex, gender, romantic feelings, sexual feelings, and choice that there is no way to define it with a million billion colors let alone a handful of words.

So I am asking pleading with people in general but especially cis folks to stop hating just because somebody is different from you.  You are not required to understand everything.  And I get it, because everybody does it, that it is easier to put a label on everything so that it can be easily sorted but as us wonderful brilliant human beings explore and learn more about ourselves and the universe around us things are going to get harder and harder to define because there is going to be more and more things to define.

People are special because they are people and there should be no other requirement.  So rather than hate and discriminate because there are things you do not understand ask questions and gain a deeper understanding.  And in the off chance you do not want a deeper understand that should be okay too (I will talk more about that in my open letter to the LGBT folks). Just stop the hate.



Esther Day 2012 with the Earl’s


For the second year in a row, on August 3rd I boarded a train from northern Massachusetts and made the trip down to Quincy to celebrate Esther Day with the Earl family and friends. The year before had only around ten to fifteen people in attendance but this year we were expecting up to one hundred and sixty people at the party. This year I decided I would get there early and help set up; I arrived at 3pm and I was immediately put to work. For two hours I helped Lori and Angie Earl set up tables, put up star decorations, and sort bubbles and stationary.

At 5pm the guests started to arrive, and the festivities began! After some minor flukes (Andrew Slack being late and my friend and I having to grab him at the train station, the sound system being moody), everything pretty much ran smoothly for the rest of the night. The evening started out with Lauren and Matt Maggiacomo of Armoured Bearcub playing us some cute catchy tunes. Later, after a short speech by Andrew Slack of the HPA, Esther’s older sister Angie read John Green blog post from the day before which left the entire room teary eyed. Then after some yummy food, Lori announced the “Esther Project.” She told us to take fifteen minutes and to tell someone you love them. The catch was: it couldn’t be someone it comes easy to, it needed to be someone we found it hard to say to. The stumped me; I had already told both my irl friends and online friends that I loved them and I couldn’t think of someone. And then it hit me: my Mother. I quickly called her phone and left her a voicemail telling her I loved her, which is something I definitely don’t do enough.

After some more by the talented Maggiacomo duo, we all stopped dancing and listened to Wayne read to the first chapter of his upcoming memoir on Esther’s life. Needless to say, it was beautifully written and I don’t think there was a dry eye in the room by the time he was done.

Finally it was time for the releasing of the balloon. The year before we had released seventeen balloons; sixteen red and one silver representing the year that had passed without Esther there. This year however due to environment worries, Esther’s little brother Abe released the one balloon while Matt and Lauren played their Esther inspired song and the rest of us blew bubbles. It was like something out of a movie, a cloud of bubbles enveloped us as we watched the red star shaped balloon signed with well wishes for Esther float away.

As quickly as it started, it was over, and it was time for me to make the long trip home. When I arrived at the train station, I was met by my mother and much to my surprised: a tearful hug. I had not expected my little voicemail to have such an emotional reaction from my mother. And to that I say: thank you Esther. Thank you for helping me say I love you to the people I care about. And thank you for being an inspiration even now two years after your death to so many people around the world. Your star won’t go out; I won’t let it.