Sunday, February 21, 2010

TIME

time.time.time.time.time.time! Holy man. Time rules all. Time is life! Time is the only constant. It's always there, always passing, running out... Time! Crazy!

It's already February the 21st. What have you done this February? It's weird looking at the word February... with the R after the B. It looks weird.

OH MY GOD! I GOT IN! To that thing... that I started making this blog for... I got in! Can you believe it? Holy man. I'm right excited. Ha. I leave in eleven days. I think. haha

Is there a difference between being nice and being a pushover? There must be a cut off somewhere. I like to think that people know I'd go through a lot to make them happy. I hate being around people who are upset, yet I'm drawn to them because something inside of me just wants them to feel better. I do everything in my power to keep everyone happy. I really do. But what goes along with that is the occasional event of being stepped on. I put others peoples happiness before my own, because one of the things I know makes ME happy is making OTHER people happy. But, sometimes the things you have to go through to make those OTHER people happy are quite difficult to deal with.

Maybe I think that if I let these OTHER people continue to step on me, eventually they'll realize that I've let them do so in order to give them eventual happiness. Maybe I think once they realize that, they'll stop stepping on me, and start trying to make ME happy too.

Don't get me wrong, I'm an extremely happy person. People always ask me "Steph, are you ever angry?" "You're always smiling" haha But also, I have excellent experience with the entire emotional spectrum. Believe me.

So. I don't think by any means that I'm a push over. I think a push over doesn't realize they're even being pushed. I LET people step on me sometimes, cause in the long run I hope they realize what its like to be stepped on, and then they stop stepping on people, and try to make other people realize that it's not by stepping on people that we feel better about ourselves. It's when we help people realize its by HELPING people UP the real staircase that we all feel good.

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