honesty – In my world

Sometimes it’s better to be straight than being dishonest. It might hurt, but it’s better than be walked over. I wish I would have been braver when I was younger. There were certain people I wished I could have told where to get off. Like that guy in one school where I went to who asked me if I had been in a horror movie. I could have asked him the same. He wasn’t that special either. He was an idiot, and he wasn’t the only one. But that’s the past, and I have met better people than him after that.

It’s kind of funny now when my former schoolmates in primary school didn’t give a damn about me. In the gym, I was always picked up last even if I was good at it. Unlike that “bully” who was bad at it. She was probably jealous. Hard cheese. She probably never even had spots. I have never met them after I changed class in 7th grade. I was glad I got rid of them. I don’t care how they are doing in life. It’s no concern of mine. The class I was at from 1st grade to 4th was much better. If I wasn’t forced to stay at 4th grade for another year, then I probably wouldn’t have needed to go through this ‘bullying’ stage. In the 1st class, you had more than one friend. If one friend was ill, you always had another friend to be with. The atmosphere was very good there. Next time I had that feeling was when I studied media playwriting in 2002-2003.

In a way, past experiences have put me off friendships and even relationships. I don’t like that kind of drama people cause. I have met a lot of different people, but I don’t call them friends. They are more like acquaintances. Or people only walking by and then move on. I don’t believe being alone is bad for you. For me, it suits me very well. I don’t need a lot of people around, and I’ve never had. I can’t understand how someone can have more than 5 friends. It would be too exhausting for my taste. I’m not that depended on other people. When I was a kid, a girl had only one friend, but boys had more than one. Heaven forbid if you wanted to tag along with those other two girls, they looked at you like you were an alien. You knew by their look that you weren’t wanted. At least that’s what I have experienced.

The past shapes your future. For the better or for, the worse. If I hadn’t experienced what I have during my life, things would probably be different. You can’t change the past, but you can make your future better. If you can’t let your past go, you can’t move on because that’s what life should be, moving on. It’s really about your attitude towards the things you have experienced. You can either dwell on how you should have handled the situation or become stronger and stop caring what other’s might think of you. It’s your life and you can do anything you feel without having to ask for permission about how to be. The best revenge is not caring and moving on by doing what’s good for you.

two red nails middle fingers on table — Made in Canva

Every year in Finnish media they write about how much celebs or people with business have earned. Who the hell cares? There are a lot of people who don’t earn anything big. These “rich” people think they’re better than poor people. If they did care, they would share their wealth with others. But all they do is pomp their own existence. Who do they think they are? “Ooh, I’m so lucky. I worked hard for my money” And blah, blah. Instead of giving money to the less fortunate, they buy their houses, boats, cars and so on. They think they need all those things. If I was rich I would give back to society. I wouldn’t mind paying taxes. If you earn a lot then you should pay more. But they complain about how awful it is to pay them. Boohoo. Share, you greedy git.

Not only people with money are pomp. Also these 15 minutes of fame wannabees. Those people who make videos of themselves or take part in reality shows. “Look at me, I’m famous now when people have seen my face on the screen” Every year there is a new season and it starts all over again. No one will remember them. Didn’t they’re parents love them enough or what? If these people would have something to say but all they want is fame. One of these is a show like Love Island. Or whatever they’re called. Cheating is OK then. OK, idiots. I’m glad I don’t watch them. I hate all the commercials about them. They have no morals and they’re all pomp.

I hate people who brag about their life online. I’m not jealous. I feel sorry for them for having the urge to post about their life in almost anything they do. Are these people really happy or are they only pretending? I don’t care. I’ve got problems of my own. Some things just tick me off so I have to let it out somehow. Some people think they’re something special because they can afford to do things. They have fabulous jobs and think anyone can be what they want to be. Everyone is not born under lucky stars. Everyone doesn’t have a bubbly personality who get any job they want. To have the money you need a job or else you need to live with someone else’s money. The governments money. Everyone doesn’t want to put their faces on photos or videos either. That’s what it seems you need to succeed, to show yourself. Especially when social media is in the game too. Pomp all you want but don’t shove it down my throat, thank you very much.