only crazy people can make good wine

i think that brothers and sisters is a fairly well written series. moving on.

ive been thinking about a lot of things the past few days: firstly, i hate how depression/suicide is romanticized so in our culture. it's because so many artists of various mediums have created beautiful things that were borne from a state of sorrow. this seems to have been giving people in our generation a pseudo-depressed, hypochondriacal quality. it's not "cool" to be depressed. everyone has emotions, that doesn't make everyone depressed. i like keats because not only is his writing beautiful but it is so obviously coming from a place of happiness, same thing with jackson pollock. more often do you hear that an artist does their best work when they're depressed, like sylvia plath, whose work often obviously comes from a place of sadness.

secondly: humans are very clever things. ive had humanism on my mind a lot lately because of my summer assignments for european history and the whole concept is almost funny because it relates eveything to some human quality and attributes so much good to humankind. i'm having trouble with the idea that people are the best thing on this earth. people created the concept of humanism anyway. it's disturbing how people can decieve and lie and just have an inherent instinct to do these things at certain times, and more over how you can not know if someone is lying or telling the truth.

thirdly: what is the obsession with soul mates that people have? how can there possibly be just ONE person that is "right" for you? people find tons of loves in the time that they are alive. i don't doubt that just because they ended they weren't "right" for me at the time. people change, and if you stay with a certain person that appeals to who you are in that epoch of your life, you're gonna get used to them and stay with them until you, or they, change. people are creatures of habit, they are also creatures who love to love

fourthly: i don't appreciate it when guys that i don't like try to sweet talk me or come on to me or flirt or what ever. a lot of people don't like this, but it really fucking gets under my skin that i can literally feel the overly obvious compliments and "kind" words are all for one goal and it's sickening. all the wrong people spoke to me yesterday.