Saturday, December 10, 2011

It's Not Hard


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

— William Ernest Henley, Invictus

Saturday, December 3, 2011


Watching people out the bus window go about their day. I don’t know if it’s just my relentless negativity about most things. But, it seems as if people are all just trapped on this planet, it’s a jail. We have choices but that doesn’t make us free. My future consists of University, Job, live off pension, die.

So why do it? What keeps us alive? Is it love; that cancer-like feeling that ultimately hurts us the most? Is that our purpose? Is finding some kind of human connection with somebody else really our purpose, or is it that we are all conditioned to think that?

Does being positive in the face of adversity make us strong?
Or are all the positive people in denial, going about their day in unconsciousness?   

Books and Nanowrimo

I’ve been thinking about just books in general today and In particular why my nano fizzled into nothing two weeks in. When I was writing all I wanted to do was point out the obvious and expose the novel from the very beginning. But no, I had to step around it with “show, don’t tell” in symbols and metaphors, all of which were hard to conjure up even with the aid of google. The truth is, writing is hard and tedious. Nano re-enforced that to me.

This got me thinking of why do I love the books I love, what makes them better than my 30 000 words? It’s because we watch someone else thump their heart on a page, all their emotions. We truly see THEM and because we see them, we see us. We see our heart on the page. We resonate with the characters and the plot; it seems to understand us even when we don’t quite understand ourselves.

My resolution: Well, I’m a very reserved person and starting this blog was a conflict of interest for me. But, I did it. Why? Because I have something to say, even if it’s on the smallest, back corner of the internet, it’s out there and YOU’RE reading it. That’s what my novel needed. I know Nano is over but I’m going to finish it. I want quality not quantity.

Anyway, because I’ve just finished high school I have a heap of time to spend with proper ideas and deeper thinking, which is really want to share with the world.

Friday, December 2, 2011

I'm sick of everything

I don't give a shit about people magazine
I don't give a shit about the omg, lmfao and rolf's
I don't give a shit about Justin Beiber's hair, new car, hair, face, hair and especially about his music
I don't give a shit about Kim Kardashian's fashion line, marrage and divorce or the square foot of her ass
I don't give a shit about the media spending millions of dollars building someone up then getting millions tearing them down again a few years later
I'm tired of strip malls, chain stores.
I'm sick of the concept of freedom of choice and how it's mutated into the choice between shopping at K-mart, Target and Myer.
I'm surposed to feel at home at this chain restaurant but I feel like a lab rat
I'm surposed to feel joy and excitement when I see a new movie poster but instead I feel exausted and depressed.
I don't give a shit about the latest Iphone and 9000 apps that come with it
I don't give a shit about the latest xbox or PS3
I don't give a shit about social networking sites where people post about what they had for dinner
I don't give a shit about x-factor
I don't give a shit about American Idol, I resent it, music shouldn't be about the popularity and the goal being to have millions of consumers like it, it should be an artform for people who actually have something to express for people who want to listen to it and appreciate it.

There's a reason someone invented the words: Alienate and Misanthrope.
 Maybe I was born either way too early or way too late, there seems to be a process you're surposed to go along with and I have no interest in going along with it. I'm so sick of everything.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Dystopian Fiction - The Lost Thing

If you like:
Brave New World,
V for vendetta,
Then you HAVE to see this; there is a vast amount of meaning incorporated into the story It's a reflection of our society and the technological changes. Perhaps even the human mind being slowly disintegrated.

Enjoy! :)

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


There is nothing so urgent as the desire for revenge, when real or perceived injury has been done to oneself or one’s community, there is nothing so sweet as the angry pleasure it gives once enacted. Connoisseurs of revenge might applaud Emile Gaboriau’s remark that ‘ revenge is a luscious fruit which we must leave to ripen’, but it is rare for revenge to be patient. We hurry to avenge whereas we are slow to pay gratitude to someone – and failing to achieve revenge is painful and often more mortifying and painful in ways that not discharging other debts rarely is.

Revenge is a primitive impulse to justice; it has an intention to restore balance but this usually makes it too harsh and punitive, therefore inviting further revenge. (Think of the Guelphs and the Ghiballines, the Montagues and the Capulets). Vengeance bred vengeance; that’s the nature of feuds. They quickly consume the parties in a downwards spiral of hatred and violence.

“It is sweet, to see your foe perish, and to pay justice everything he owes” – Euripides

That’s the crucial problem: society cannot function if individuals are left to seek redress on their own; justice cannot be a matter of privet enterprise. Recognition of this led to the creation of Laws and courts.

Nelson Mandela said – “No revenge is more honourable than the one not taken, there is nobility in forbearance”

Revenge is part of the festering hatreds and hurts which poison life. It takes magnanimity (meaning great soul) – to rise above revenge. It is always in short supply, but I think it’s the main ingredient in everything that makes life a better place , it’s the only antidote to the rage for revenge which, without fail, always makes things worse.

I’m studying Hamlet at the moment so maybe that’s why the topic is fresh in my mind. The only thin rotten in Denmark is Hamlet, and his piss poor attitude.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

It's better not to know things sometimes.

This picture reminds me of life experiences - I'll use love as an example. Let's say when the lines touch, that's the time period where the lines were in love (hypothetically). Then they break up and never know of love again, they had their chance and it’s gone forever.

A quote comes to mind: We accept the reality with which we are presented.

i.e. You can’t miss something you never had. In this case, the crossed lines will miss something while the parallel lines never knew there was anything to miss. It’s sort of kids that grow up in third world countries. They never had electronics or toys. Therefore can’t miss them. Yet they are so happy because as far as they know, that’s the reality in which they live. They don’t know there is anything better (well they haven’t experienced it and don’t know what it’s like).

It’s better not to know things sometimes.

Maybe I’m over analysing this picture.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Modern Mozarts

In the modern western world, artists are required to conform to a fastidious style in order to succeed in the music industry. Thus the music industry holds the reins of the success of artists based on the image it has constructed. Lyrics mean nothing and artists are conforming to what’s popular right now. No talent is required.

Once upon a time, music came from the soul. It was deeply felt and full of individual expression.

In modern day music, artists are conforming to values nailed down by the music industry. Artists are altering their musical and personal style in order to be successful; they certainly aren’t ‘rockin’ in the free world’ anymore. It used to be ‘a long way to the top’ for rookie singers and this was once a hard rope to climb. Music used to be all about the music. When did it become a commodity, based entirely on image?

Lady Gaga is a prime example of the image we have been fed and exposed to and the image we have been conditioned to admire. She is exaggeratedly ‘different’ in a world where everyone is so very much the same. However, is this an example of pure and true individuality? Or is Gaga’s seeming ‘difference’ just for the sake of an image that is saleable? Interestingly, Gaga creates a false individuality. The image she presents us is merely a construction rather than an example of pure and soulful uniqueness.

She betrays the individuality of her soul and like Holden Caulfield; we know that this is ‘phony’. Lady Gaga is an example of alienation, used as a form of self-protection. She is pulling a ‘poker face’, hiding behind a mask of a lust for publicity. Her songs have little depth despite her musical talent. Gaga accepted her VMA music award dressed in an outfit made of meat, while at the 2011 Grammy Awards, she burst out of an egg. She sells her music with her eccentric look whilst her videos consist primarily of her lying half naked and using amateur hypnotic techniques to gain attention. She has embodied an image that will sell, however this image is not a true representation of her self and her talents.

The music industry has conditioned us to like a certain artist based on the image it has constructed, rather than our belief in the artist’s actual, pure talent. Remember back in the 80’s when we gave words ‘a little respect’? When music portrayed ‘mixed emotions’ and singing about the ‘love shack’ was as far as it went?

Something needs to be done to stop this plague of phony musicians who disregard their talent and conform to this ‘image’ for fame like Gaga. Would musicians who lacked soul and individual expression have made it anywhere back in the 80’s? No ... they would have been told to ‘beat it’! Has no one heard the quote from the famous American Judge Judy: “Beauty fades, dumb is forever”?

Australian Idol judge Kyle Massey, who is highly ranked in the music industry, told country singer Kate Cook that she needed to reinvent her style if she wanted to further her career in music. When told to change her musical style, her initial reaction was disgust as her passion had always been country music. She later made the top 25 after conforming to Massey’s advice. The music industry has authority over shows like Australian Idol to tie singers to a genre and an image, like puppets on a string. Kate Cook’s desire to ‘make it’ in the music industry influenced her decision to conform to modern pop. The music industry moulds singers into a stereotype, promoting whoever can ‘do’ what’s popular right now. Australian Idol judges appear to be looking for someone they can sell; someone for whom they can be the puppeteer. Kate reached the top 12 of Idol after her passion, her style and her individuality had been completely corrupted and contaminated. Singers who make it in the end lose their ‘free world’ and their individualism is tainted. At the same time, they are trying to be ‘the red hat amongst the crowd’; they are trying to be individual within a very specific ‘world’. They set up false pretence. Pure, raw talent is simply not enough; clever lyrics and a good voice are only small pieces of the larger equation.

Yet, do we even celebrate clever lyrics and raw talent anymore? Looking at the Aria Charts, it seems we don’t. Willow Smith thinks that it’s enough to just ‘whip her hair back and forth’, for instance. Will Smith’s nine-year-old daughter produced a song entitled; ‘Whip My Hair’. For those who haven’t heard the song, the chorus consists of the nine-year-old’s monotonous squeaky voice as she repeats the chipmunk punk lyrics: ‘I whip my hair back and forth’. The song shot to number one on the UK R&B Charts and peaked at number eighteen on the Australian Aria Charts. The music industry has sole power over chart movements since only a minority of people are willing to pay 30 cents to vote. Are the voters really getting their 30 cents worth, though? Ridiculously, Willow didn’t even come up with the line herself. Janae Rockwell stepped in and wrote the whole seven words for her; while Ronald ‘Jukebox’ Jackson created her extravagant outfits which are almost an identical copy of Rihanna’s … later credited by Willow as a musical influence. Correct me if I’m wrong but if this doesn’t scream ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ then I don’t know what does.

Certainly artists such as, Bon Jovi, Van Halen and even Bruce Springsteen would never perform a song like ‘Whip My Hair’ where the same seven words are repeated monotonously. A song like that undoubtedly could never have made it anywhere near the charts back in the 80’s.

Once upon a time it took at least four talented people to create a band. It also took clever lyrics which had both depth and meaning. The artist would convey some kind of story, emotion or even formulate some kind of statement with a universal message. Willow Smith’s rich father, conversely, paved the way for her music success compensating for her lack of talent.

Funnily enough, it is all about the style; music, has so very little to do with the ‘Music and Lyrics’ themselves. The television show Glee chooses songs for their depth and passion, and their ability to propel a decent storyline throughout the show. That’s something ‘Whip My Hair’ or ‘Just Dance’ could never do. Take for instance Glee’s intro song ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey, which conveys the message never to give up. Interestingly, the majority of the songs are from the 80’s. What does this say about modern day music?

“When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain”.

Isn’t it funny how no one cares about lyrics anymore? Words are being wasted and we live in a day and age where everyone is rushing and there is little time to be had. In a song there are a limited number of verses and only so many choruses. You’d think they would say something with meaning

Glee is one small piece of proof that songs produced in the 80’s had more heart and soul than those that are popular now. Why else would ‘Glee Club’ of William McKinley High School choose those songs to perform? It is almost as if Glee represents the 80’s era. Anyone in the club is considered an outcast, weird, unusual and lame. The character Kurt Hummel is an example of this. He is different and picked on for being so. The music industry is bullying artists to conform to stereotypes, moulding them to be whatever is ‘acceptable and popular’ in terms of the industry’s current tastes. Anyone who defies the music industry is almost instantaneously turned away. Singers are put ‘under pressure’ to conform and if they fail to do so then they are never to make it in such a world.

In modern day society, artists have been required to conform to a particular style in order to succeed in the music industry. The music industry controls the success of the artist based on image, not on talent. Music used to be our ‘eternal flame’. Break up songs involved ‘roses’ and ‘tainted love’ instead of vulgar revenge and an undesirable ache for something better. Do you remember when ‘girls just wanted to have fun’? When we were all just ‘livin’ on a prayer’? When we were all on the ‘rock and roll train’? And so, boys and girls, to live happily ever after, we need to ‘let there be rock’, rather than a ‘Highway to Hell’.

I know at the end of the day, complaining about how crap music has become doesn't fix the problem. However, it made me feel better writing it all out so I hope you guys enjoyed :)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Is it wrong to want to kill a baby?

I was coming home from a long shift at work and there was a mother with her crying, screaming baby. I wanted to kill it. All I could think of were ways I could kill this baby.
- Ring its neck
- Put it into a garbage bag and toss it off a bridge
- drop it into a barrel or toxic waste
The list goes on…

Then I realised that I am such a horrible person! Who would ever want to kill a baby? Am I some kind of cold-hearted baby killer? A soulless being?

I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s only bad if it’s YOUR baby.

What do you guys think? Am I a horrible person?

P.S. I have some content-filled posts lined up so I’ll have some actual thought provoking posts soon.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


Sorry for not posting for ages, I’ve had school… don’t really care about my excuses but here’s a topic on feminism just to brighten the mood. I also apologise for the lack of grammar in this post as I’m currently late for Maths…but you don’t really care about that right now either. I might go back and edit later but for now, enjoy!

This is a touchy subject as people have so many different opinions about its existence and whether it still exists today. I study Modern History and we are learning the waves of feminism so I thought this would be a good time to explain where I stand and who knows. Maybe my opinion will change as the term progresses.

The only argument I’ve really heard against feminism from my classmates is that women do have equal rights and there really is egalitarianism in most of the world.

I disagree and I never thought I would lean towards the feminist side of things but I read ‘The Beauty Myth’ and Portia de Rossi’s new book “Unbearable Lightness”. The Beauty Myth didn’t really hit home with me because I argued against it. But after reading Portia’s book I then re-read The Beauty Myth and now….well I sort of lean towards it.

I think I’ve been anti-feminist purely because my school is so hard-core Feminist. All my English teachers (well maybe just one in particular) are feminists.

We are in the third wave of feminist. First there were the suffragettes (please read something about them, some went to the extent of killing themselves just to have their voice heard). While Feminism is not still at that point, I think it should be remembered. The second wave was in the 70s; when women wanted a little bit more, there was still unbalance and wages weren’t equal. The third wave is a bit touchy because in poorer countries and in some religions women in particular are still treated like shit and this needs to stop. For anyone who says it doesn’t exist today needs to open their eyes and look beyond the bubble in which they live.

The Media – yes in order to be female and successful in the media you need to be thin and beautiful. The extent to which this is achieved is disgusting and disgraceful. (I encourage people to read Portia’s book, you hear it first hand it is quite an emotional story. The book’s easy to read yet sophisticated enough to know she is a very deep intelligent person). She mentions The Beauty Myth which struck a chord in me because I had so many issues with it. I guess I thought I was above it because I really don’t care about the fashion industry or the movie industry or the music industry for that matter.

But I’ve come to the conclusion that even people who don’t care about the media and all the evil it generally brings are still affected. We need to battle against it and understand that not everyone is like us (the people who don’t really follow trends).

I do get annoyed though, when hard-core feminists preach that there is still no equal rights and they act like the world will end if nothing happens. People who try to throw themselves ahead; instead of just asking for equality. Maybe that’s why I was so against feminism. Things are changing now though.

As for the suffragettes – people who say ‘who cares!’, I think it should be forgiven but not forgotten. If that makes sense.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Coming of age books

Thanks for commenting rtpuppydog, and your coment made me think about coming of age books. So that is what this post is going to be about.

The thing about coming age books is that they really ought to be read at the right time. For me the ‘right time’ was back in middle school when I went through a depressing stage. People around me who were much older that I would say something like: “it’s just a phase, you’ll get over it”. Or “She’s just a teenager and thinks the world revolves around her”. I think that if you say something like that to an adolescent who’s still learning and still growing then that kind of remark is the worst thing you could possibly say. Most people go through some kind of coming of age stage themselves and if you read books whether knowingly or not about coming of age ‘stuff’ then I believe that is a help in the process of coming out of it and becoming who you actually are.

If you read books like “Speak, The Perks or even The Catcher in the Rye” you will find something about each character appealing and more often than not you can relate to them on some level; making you feel more understood while the world around you is making remarks like “you think the world revolves around you.” When you pass this age and are well into you’re adult life you’ll look back on it and learn to appreciate coming of age novels. Not just dismiss them because they have “Some sad guy that complains about his life”. These books have much more depth than that. You just have to look for it and when you find it, you will understand too.

My point is, you should read them; but it helps if you read them at the right time because when you do, you learn to appreciate them a lot more.

Monday, January 31, 2011

My Favourite Band and School Nonsense

Anyone who’s never heard this song really ought to. They’re one of my favourite bands…and I don’t know many people who have heard of them.

Three Ways – The Wallflowers

There’s three ways out of every box
Fall out the bottom
Or you crawl out the top
There’s three ways
Out of every, every box
But if you can’t find your way out
Then you just burn it
To the ground
Then you’ll disappear
Like smoke
Into the clouds

There’s three ways off a merry-go-round
You either jump
Or you let it slow down
There’s three ways
Off a merry-go, merry-go round
But if you can’t put your foot down
Then you just burn it
To the ground
Then you walk away
Real slow
Back into the crowd

There’s always somebody there for a laugh
Then you’re the only one
That’s left
Now that’s what you get
Left behind in the wreck

There’s three ways off a burning bridge
You pray for rain
Or you learn how to swim
There’s three ways off of every
Burning bridge
But if you can’t find strength
And you quit
Then you can just burn up
And sink
Then you’ll drift away
Real slow
Down into the ground


Anyway, I know I’m behind in posting so I thought I’d give you an insight in what I listen to. I miss the 90's, back when blockbuster was popular, no war, music which you could actually understand and want to listen too, and nearly everyone was high on weed. Good times! The song actually reminds me of the book ‘The perks of being a Wallflower’. If anyone has read it please let me know, I barely know anyone who has. That book helped me survive middle school…followed closely by ‘The Catcher in the Rye’.

I thought I’d actually blog for the rest of this post. So, what’s new with me? Well my senior year has barely begun and the pressure is incredible. In the first lesson of every class that teacher was like, “This, is it”. Which was true but they sure make it clear. The only problem I find is that they don’t actually care about you individually, they care more so about the reputation of the school.

I don’t want to write too much about school on this. I’ve been suspended for it before so my best option is waiting till I’m out of there. I’m not trying to be defamatory I’d just like to be able to state my honest opinion without being interrogated for it because God forbid I say something bad and they treat you like you’ve just killed a person. Say something nice and get praised for it…ridiculous.

I really don’t have much else to say except school nonsense that you really don’t want to listen to.

Thanks for reading, especially if you’ve reached this point.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

It's funny how things change

Today was the last, first day of my school life. It’s funny when I think about it but, I used to wake up at least thirty minutes before I had to for the beginning of every term. Then that changed to the beginning of the school year. Now that’s changed to…well nothing. I felt nothing when I woke up this morning. That is, except for an overwhelming desire to switch the alarm off and go back to sleep.

It’s funny how things change like that. You don’t really know it until it happens. Take for instance when you were a kid. Christmas was the most important time of year. You would refuse to go to sleep before drifting off only to awake in the morning to excitement and presents. I know that’s not all what Christmas is about but when you were a kid that was the most of it.

Even when it was your birthday, when you were between the ages of eight and ten you would stay up until midnight to wish yourself happy birthday and then fall helplessly back to sleep. (Well maybe if you were a Happy Potter fan?)

Maybe when you walk past a playground, and watch all the kids having fun and the simple things like that mean to world to them. You think that all those kids are going to grow up some day and kiss someone for the first time. But for now just playing in the playground is enough, sometimes I think it would be great if just playing in the playground was always enough, but it isn’t.

My point is; the small pleasures we used to have that meant near nothing to us at the time are usually lost before we realise how important they were to us. I think we miss it, but we don’t realise we miss it until it’s too late and we look back and remember or watch young kids experience the same things that we did.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

2011 Brisbane Floods

I live in Brisbane, recently this city has been inundated with water, houses have been destroyed, people have lost their lives, businesses have been forced to close and supermarkets have limited supplies. But in spite of all this, the people of Queensland have come together in a remarkable way.

Torrential rain fell non-stop from Saturday-Wednesday this week giving us a years’ worth of rain and Flood waters were raised rapidly. Fortunately at the present time water has subsided dramatically and the strong Aussie sun has emerged.

In 1893 flood waters rose to an astonishing 8.2m, in 1974 flood waters rose to 5.45m and in 2011 the flood peak was 4.6m. A few days ago I drove to the swollen Brisbane River Bank. I saw pontoons float down the River with boats still attached, cars floating rapidly down the raging currents and humorously the restaurant on the water called ‘drift’ was literally drifting down the river.

Since the power and internet services have been cut for the time being this post might not be up until late January. I’ve been listening to the local flood radio station 111.6AM and to be honest, our local news reporters speak better than our PM Julia Gillard. Who repeats the same phrase about how tragic everything is. Don’t get me wrong this flood is absolutely devastating! However, our PM needs to now turn towards solutions and reassuring citizens that there will be help in the long process of recovery. In my opinion the Lord Mayor has done an excellent job at organising everything and he should be commended for his actions.

When you watch the Premier, the Mayor, the local families, news reporters and friends break down on television – It’s just – you can’t compare to actually standing there, amongst it all. When you watch your home town disrupted, watching debris scream down the waters, when you kayak over streets you had once played in, just watching places you go regularly completely submerged in water is just heart breaking and my heart really goes out to all the people who lost their homes or worse, their loved ones.

It’s really nice when you see places like America and the UK who are good friends with us Aussies say that they want to help out and are offering support. It’s nice that in the big world we live in people are still people and are so kind and generous.

It almost infuriates me that some people have commented local announcements with “Well everyone knows we have floods every fifty years or so, why isn’t anything being done to prevent things like this happening in the future?” My answer to this is simple, if there is a city that is prone to flooding you can do one of two things: Build Walls or relocate to higher ground. The problem with building walls is that: That will work for tidal floods, but here in Australia we live in drought 90% of the time and when it rains, it rains hard. Finally when it does rain, the walls will prevent the water from going anywhere and that will no doubt result in more disaster. Secondly, although relocating to higher ground sounds so simple, in Australia higher ground means hotter climate, are Australians to swap the beach for the heat? I highly doubt it. The thing is we have done numerous things to try and divert water. We have a second catchment which filled as it should and we have a massive underground tunnel that filled with water. Flood waters never hit higher that ’74 floods but we will continue to do small things like that to divert water elsewhere.

The fantastic thing about these floods is that it has brought people together, no one is blaming the Government for the floods, and no one is pointing fingers. Everyone is just getting the cleaning done and helping each other out. It’s tough but the good old Aussie spirit continues to lift spirits. It’s also nice that the people are seeing humour in things, for instance, the statue of Wally Lewis was armed with floaties, a snorkel and diving goggles. Little things like that are really just making a difference in seeing the positive side to things.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Benefits of Passive Behavior

Okay, so I know I haven’t posted in awhile and I hoped to get this post done by boxing day but it’s become clear to me that if I set a day to have something up I won’t do it. I need the freedom of being able to write when I’m in the mood. But in any event I apologize for this post being so late. I’ve also made a new year’s resolution to make 50 posts this year.

Okay so this ‘killer post’ as I believe I quoted in my last post is discussing or defending the people who are quiet. I received my school report in the mail some weeks ago and in almost every class the teacher has written “Quiet student who...” or in one case in particular, “student portrays reluctance to articulate her own opinions’” (Religion Teacher wrote that so I was kind of expecting it)

So, in my defence or in defence of quiet people; I’m not sure I like that defence part because I shouldn’t be defending who I am but here goes:

“To be a quiet person is to always be defending your right to silence”. No, there is nothing wrong with me. If I have nothing to say, I won’t say anything. I often think a lot and I’ve been told over the years through my schools “friends program and building social skills class that I am forced to take” that being quiet is a form of insecurity, that quiet people have confidence issues, that quiet people are non-assertive and that quiet people are the people who often have low self-esteem.

‘It’s having a pre-school teacher who wants to hold you back because you don’t socialize with the other kids. It’s having a teacher tell you, “I always worry about the quiet ones.” It’s riding in elevators, knowing you’re supposed to chat about how hot it’s been but not being able to bring yourself to talk about such inanities. It’s dreading going to the hairdresser because you know she’ll try to talk to you about your plans for the weekend and what movies you like. It is being cornered by loquacious people who talk and talk and talk and you nod and “Uh, huh” and don’t know how to stop the verbal diarrhea spewing out of their mouths. It is being told you are a good listener.’

Sometimes friends call and I have nothing to say, I’m not tired, depressed or angry, I just have nothing to talk about. We don’t have to fill up the room with empty talk. Fill it up with undemanding quiet instead.

Perhaps this is why I have developed my “on” personality. I turn that part on when I have to be on stage and entertain and interact. It started out being a fake part of me, but I’ve used it so much that it is more real. I can flip the switch and be outgoing and confident and funny. But I can only power that personality for so long before I need to flip the switch off again before I get mentally fatigued and irritated. I just want to go home and lie on my bed and just stare at the ceiling, just let the quiet put things where they’re supposed to be, or on the way home simply stare out the train windows. The value of doing nothing is underrated.

Not only am I quiet but I’m also fairly somber which a lot of people mistake for sadness. I get so tired of people telling me to cheer up because I’m not chatty or smiling all the time.

I feel that a lot of individuals who are “quiet” are told by different people in his or her life that something is wrong with you and the pressure to change in order to fit in with everyone else is the real crux of the problem. A person should be respected for his or her traits and personality instead of judged for his or her perceived lack of contribution to a particular conversation. I believe that real social skills involve awareness of other individuals’ temperament and not on trying to “fix” them as if they are a project.

Have you ever thought that maybe the loud people are the ones that are insecure?

In my opinion it’s the people who constantly talk that are insecure about themselves and need to prove how articulate and confident they think they are to others and to themselves, especially people who talk too loud in public. Some of them feel they need to validate their self worth. A lot of quiet people don't.

Quiet people are generally thoughtful people. Even analytical... observing, learning, absorbing information you see a totally different aspect of life if you close your mouth and listen for awhile.

I also think motivation is a quiet thing. How can you find out what you want to do in life if you’re always jumping up and down, yelling and shouting? It’s like when you were a kid and you stirred a glass of orange cordial, what happened? The water and the cordial got all mixed up. But if you let it settle and just watched it for ten seconds, you could clearly see the difference between the water and the concentrate. Your desires and aspirations are the same. Take some time just to be quiet, and watch how things become a lot clearer.

I am quiet. I’m not broken or sad or depressed or a serial killer. I’m not ignoring you or shy. I just have nothing to say and when I say something I like for it to have meaning. My words should have value.

‘We talk to say something with meaning, not just think out loud.’

After all, "smooth runs the water where the brook is deep"