I Swear I Have a Life

This has been quite the week.  Lots of work.  Some actual socialization happened on Wednesday, and I recently spoke to my parents for the first time in quite a while.  I'm hoping that I'll be able to go to a museum with some friends this weekend, as well as (hopefully) play more ridiculous board/card games with people, and maybe get some sort of DIY thing I've been procrastinating for months out of the way...maybe.  Oh, and I've finally listened to Gangam Style enough that I can properly pronounce a little over half of the words.  Be proud of me.  Anyways, some of the things I've loved this week...

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This article really interested me, because it's something I've tried to do in my life, and something that I've seen a lot of people, well, avoid doing, which puzzled me when I was younger (and admittedly still puzzles me now, even though I'm much more shy than I was as a small child (yay for becoming more awkward?)).  I've never enjoyed the way our culture seems to think that one person's happiness somehow damages another person's happiness.  It doesn't seem remotely logical to me, yet it traps us in these loops where we never feel good enough because "so-and-so's doing better than me".  What does 'better' even mean!?!? Bigger house, more organized place, bigger boobs, kids doing better in school, not divorced, making more money or just WHAT?  Are you sure that whatever they're doing "better" than you is actually any better in any way, shape, or form?  We can never really live another person's life and understand them, because we're equipped with only our own life experiences and the way that shapes our understanding of everything we will ever learn.  As far as I understand it, there is no magical "better", because if we can't care about ourselves and love ourselves regardless of what other people are doing when we're single (which is NOT a bad thing, even though a lot of people seem to think it is) and poor and our lives don't feel together, then we're not going to be able to care about ourselves and love ourselves if we magically have the most perfect spouse in the world and are the richest people in the world and everything runs perfectly.  You are yourself, and you can change your habits and you can change your personality with work and change your appearance and change your mindset, but you don't have control over anyone else and how the world interacts with you over how it interacts with them.  All you can do is inspect yourself (without thinking that you should be Beyoncé or that the word 'perfect' actually has any reasonable meaning) and decide to either change yourself or accept yourself and do as much as you possibly can.  We're all bodies going to die and fall apart, little electrical signals make us move and do every thing we see as beautiful - we're made from the same components, and everything about the way our society functions is completely arbitrary.  If you befriend a talented person and someone's idiot enough to think that somehow makes you lesser, what does it matter?  In 100 years, they'll be dead and you will have been happy while you were alive to feel it. I hope this rant makes more sense to y'all than it does to me when I'm reading over it again...

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I've finally begun to develop an interest in pretty bedding (apparently I'm old enough to think it's a good thing, but not old enough to care to the extent of actually buying all the stuff to actually make my bed look pretty...)  Still, I'm in love with this new Lauren Conrad bedding stuff.  It's all so pretty, and I particularly enjoy this pattern/color scheme. Pretty and colorful...it's nice.

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I've been trying to figure out something that'll make my walls a little classier (considering that 3/4s of the art I've got up is, well, fanart of characters from a webcomic, you might understand why - I enjoy it, but it'd be cool to make it look fancier).  This cute idea just involves washi tape and looks like no effort.  Now all I have to do is decide if I want to use my washi tape for it, or continue hoarding it and crooning about how pretty it is...

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This is...basically how I live my life.  Yeah.  It seems to work pretty well, though, so I think I'll keep at it!

What were your favorite things this week?