She.

As we lie here in bed, me and her, we contemplate the New year approaching. This girl and I. We reviewed 2012 as a year of great change and more changes yet to come. I even quoted Heraclitus and showed her my blog without being afraid of her judging me, I might have found love. We watched the ball drop in times square and ate a new years cake with her mom. I might love her. Speaking of love, we just made it. It was spectacular to say the least. I've never met anyone like her, and to think we just met a little over a month ago. I sound like Voltaire. I work with her at my new job, she is the cashier with dreadlocks, her name is Stephanie. Working with her after a long day at school brings joy to my days, and to think that we only met a little over a month ago... She smokes Marlboro menthol, its a bad habit but it has a sex appeal nonetheless. Over this winter break We've spent almost every waking moment together, doing everything and nothing. Exploring each others bodies, exploring the eastern seaboard, exploring what it means to find one another so randomly.
She just moved here from North Carolina, I'm showing her around these parts. They might have called in "courting" in the early 1900's, but this is 12:20 in the New year, 2013.
She has tattoos, they're beautiful and so is she.
I wrote this blog hoping she'll somehow find out about it and read for herself in the near future while we're still young and know what its like to find random love and not think twice about it.
I wrote this while thinking that I just spent the New year with her in her room talking about life, the future, and a bottle of french vodka. I love being 18.

Free Thinking

There is nothing more valuable in life than being able to think your own thoughts without boundaries or rules. To be able to make your own decisions regardless of consequences. Don't let others do your thinking for you! Everyone was given a unique mind for a reason, that reason being able to do free thinking. The most admirable thing in every human is their ability to think different thoughts from one another, this is what creates everything that has ever been created. Every fine piece of literature, every equation, story, character, ect. Without free thinking, we are nothing. Getting lost in your thoughts for hours is the effect of a single free thought, given to you by you for no reason. A surprise gift if you must. While it is known that we all have free will and free thoughts, not everyone realizes how free they really are. You have the ability to do something ridiculous at any point in time if you wish, if you freely think about it, what's stopping you? What would stop me from standing up during class and proclaiming love for someone or even hurling my bookbag out a window? Nothing besides society's normal decorum that protects people from thinking too freely. They keep restrictions on thoughts and actions to prevent chaos. All of this may just seem radical or just extremely ridiculous, but without chaotic thoughts, people would be tempted to act chaotically. Free thoughts let one play out scenarios in one's head. The ending results of the free thoughts determine whether or not someone chooses to act on these thoughts, sane or insane. Without free thinking, we would be nothing.

One of televisions most popular primetime shows currently airing is American Horror Story. Ask any teenager walking the halls at school and they know exactly what time and what day the new episode premiers. Although season two is all the rage, season one is easily the superior of the two. One of the main characters of season one, Tate, is a troubled teen who has and still does viciously murder other human beings; reasons stay unknown. He however kills only to show love and affection to the only other human who sheds light on his dark existence of a life (actually he is dead so this statement is ironic and contridictory but for purposes of blogging, it makes everyone's life a little easier). Viewers believe that Tate's lover would be the obvious choice of a protagonist since the camera pays her the most attention, but without Tate she has no purpose. Throughout the entire season (which I tore through in a span of 48 hours) she is deciding if Tate only kills because he is a psychopathic undead tormented soul, or because he truly cares for her and wants her and only her attention. However, after much contemplation on my part, I realized that Tate must be an antihero. Not because he is a rebellious outcast who strives to become something significant (which cant happen because he's dead) but the complicated stroy which is intertwined with several other plots revovles entirely around his being. All the other character's fates depend with certainty on Tate's next move. Considering that he has the power to wield everyone elses futures, he must be the antihero. Without his psychoneurotic behaviours and ability to manipulate others lives, including that of his lovers and her family's, the story would have no base. No point. Tate makes an excellent antihero. No one particularly likes him, nor are they supposed to. For these reasons I enjoyed watching Tate unfold his plans on others and seeing what evil he could dabble into. Interesting ending though, Tate dies alone. This time for good.