Leggings and Cars

My friend wrote a HUGE rant on girls who wore leggings either alone or with a mini skirt over it. His point that he got across was that girls who wore leggings where selling themselves as a sex item and than continued to compare girls to an expensive Ferrari and a hand-me-down car.
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A good girl, who doesn't wear leggings, is a Ferrari. A sexual girl, who wears leggings in such a way, is more like a hand-me-down car from your parents.
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Does anyone else see why this is/could be offensive??
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One, this is a boy who wrote this, who admitted he knew nothing of fashion, but wanted to post a rant on what he thought... I don't have a problem with this, in fact, I wish I felt so strongly about something so stupid. (Such as leggings... Really?? Friggin' LEGGINGS??)
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But really, I guess what really got me is that he was being so harsh about something so very stupid. I think clothing is many things. It's a way to express yourself, keep yourself warm and make you really happy. So really, why should we judge anyone's style? If that's what they like, what they feel comfortable with, and what they want to wear... Who are we to tell them they're sexual, degrading, or any other horrible word??
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Yes, I understand. Low cut shirts, short skirts or shorts and belly baring shirts are not the best first impression of a girl. Likewise, a guy wearing short shorts and no shirt or a tight tank top might not be the best impression of him. But really, we don't know that person. The girl whose boobs are popping out of her shirt could still be a virgin and maybe a bit shy. She could be loose, she could be your neighbor, she could be your lawyer. Who knows?
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I guess what I'm trying to say is that I was so disappointed that this guy was making such a strong impression and strong accusation about a fashion fad. About something I've seen many women pull off in a classy fashion and just as many head dive into cement over. Why are people so judgemental?? Why are they so close minded? I get a lot of crap over "dark raccoon eyes" but I keep doing it because it makes me happy and feel like I look good... So who are we to say someone looks horrible? They're wearing what they're wearing obviously because they like it... so who are we to be jerks and tell them they look horrible?
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First impressions are always tricky and differ from person to person... but honestly, try to get to know someone better before you stick a label upon them and take twice as long if the label you want to tag them with is something so degrading. -- As to the misour who so spitefully wrote an article about "skank" girls in leggings and then compared them to cars for their fashion likes... The next time I see you, I shall be wearing leggings. :)
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"The tune you hear is of those who want to stop their frowns, It's a battle song of those who will not allow anyone to bring them down. And when you hear the chorus soar, They can't be brought down by you anymore." J.M. Stetson

Pet Peeves

A rant on my top 10 pet peeves:

10) When people post a facebook status about me and the problems they have with me.

Firstly, if you have a problem with me and you've told me it, you don't need to rant it to the rest of the world. That's between you and me... Not you, me, and the 2000 friends you have on facebook.

Secondly, if you haven't told me you have a problem with me and than you post a status that's so obviously about me, than you should tell ME and again, not the 2000 friends you have on facebook. Really people? Grow the snot up.

9) Friends that want me to like everything they like.

There's no problem with sharing interests, but if I'm not interested and voice it, than you should be okay that we're into different things and not pressure me to be into and like everything you like... Okay? :)? Besides, differences are good!

8) Being picked up and carried.

Some of us are self conscious... being picked up doesn't help. If I tell you not to, than don't. :)

7) When people bottle up their feelings from me.

If you're mad at me, tell me. Lash out at me and let it all out. Bottling things up tend to make the feelings stronger and make it harder to get over. (I can't be too harsh though, I do this too...) But if I'm giving you full permission, than I'm telling you to please go ahead and tell me why you're mad and why I'm such a horrible person. I'd rather you do this than keep it all away from me as a way of trying to "spare" me. Really? Stupid people. Also, if you're sad, I want to know why and try to help... don't just shut me out, that hurts. :/

6) Emotional boys.

Sometimes, I just want boys to act like boys, not girls. If you're being more emotional than me (because I try to keep my emotions in check...) than it's time to ball up... Because sometimes, I just want to throw a chocolate bar, a bottle of Midol, and a box of tampons at guys and tell them, "Talk to me in a week when you're better."

5) "Fairytale" girls.

Those girls who want "happily ever after" without even trying for it or ending the story short because it's too much work and than "admire" you when you "have one"... they suck. Anyone who has a "fairytale" relationship worked really hard for it and I guarantee you there have been fights, yelling, tears, and hurt along the way. It's standing strong and trying to fix those things together that make a "fairytale".

4) People who can't keep secrets.

If I tell you something important or something I tell you that not many people know... I expect you to keep your mouth shut about it. If I tell you something alone and that I'm worried about, you shouldn't ask your family about it... let alone when I'm sitting right there next to you... Gaaah. :/

3) Being guilted into things.

If I have enough emotional attachment to you, than I can be guilted easily. "Oh, I guess you're going to hang out with her because she's more important than me." Really? Boyfriends shouldn't guilt you and neither should friends or family. I'm glad to say, anyone who's used this against me is now out of my life. :)

2) When people think they "know" me.

If you don't know everything about me, than you can't "know" me. I don't believe in someone knowing you better than yourself... That stuff is for romance novels and mushy love songs, not real life.

1) Being fake.

Anyone can be fake, but this problem relies mostly on myself. For some people, I feel forced to be fake and happy and sunshine 24/7, but mainly because I don't want them to see me sad or they freak out if I am. But sometimes, I wish someone tore these walls down without making me rebuild them stronger and taller again... it's not a very fun process. :(

Any pet peeves/thoughts from you guys? :)

Selfish Me Again...

Just when things where looking better... So very much better...

I was selfish yet again.

And screwed up.

A few things, actually.

I guess I feel flat.

Like a soda pop with all the bubbles shaken out of it.

Do I deserve it?

Completely.

Do I regret it?

Almost.

I like my privacy,

But I shouldn't have let my friend down.

I guess I just can't be selfish anymore.

I don't want to hurt people.

I don't want my friends to hate me.

But wearing this mask,

Of what people want me to be,

Verses what I really am,

It's so criminal.

Everyone has a different mask.

And very few people have seen the monstrosity of my face.

A few of them ran.

The amazing ones stuck around.

But even they have masks for when I can't face myself.

I'm so cliche,

But so is life.

Everybody walks around pretending to be what people want them to be,

And screaming into suffocation for people to see what they really are.

Watch Me Disappear...

What if I just stop caring about what people think? What if I just stop caring about judgements and expectations that I never deserved and never wanted? What if I just changed myself and didn't listen to the noise of people who obviously don't know me?

It's scary, yet almost exciting. What if I just say what I really think? Tell people what I really do or don't believe in? Just tell them straight up what I am.

For so long I've been trying to make people happy and do what they want me to do... what if I just don't try anymore?

I think people will be disappointed, sure. They'll realize I wasn't who I they thought I was and they'll have to watch something they thought the knew disappear...

...And see me reappear for what I am.

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The magician,

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is never who she truly says she is.

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She's an illusion,

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a smile and a wave of hand makes thousands clap.

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She does exactly what they want to see and says exactly what they want to hear.

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She makes the audience happy, and finds her value in their applause.

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But after so many times of doing the same act,

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the audience is unamused,

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and the magician is worthless.

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So, she tries her last act.

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She makes herself disappear...

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When she reappears,

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the audience screams.

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It's better than the applause,

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that died out so long ago.

Standing and Falling

Part I: Standing

The Last One Standing

I inhale, yet cannot draw breath.
I scream, yet I cannot forget.
Your smile as we fought in war,
Our imminent defeat, you ignored.
So we fought on, yet this is so wrong,
For I am left standing, and your life is gone.

I cry, yet no tears stream down my face,
I choke, yet I still stand in place.
You’d look like you’re peacefully sleeping,
Save your blood into the ground is seeping.
In the end, it should’ve been you that was fine,
Yet it’s not me, but you, who died.

I grip my sword, yet yours lies still,
I swallow my hurt, yet it’s still there.
Why did you throw away your life to save mine?
I wasn’t worth your last good bye.
But before you lied still for forever, you told me this last truth:
“I couldn’t stand to live alone without you”

Your breathing was shallow,
For me, you threw your life in the gutter.
You say you wouldn’t change a thing,
And I see your eyes start darkening.
And you leave me far more broken than before,
For before you left, you uttered those three cruel words.

We’d been fighting side by side for years,
We knew of each other’s faults and fears.
My fault wasn’t watching my back,
And yours was taking my attack.
You apologized for nothing, save for leaving me alone,
For if you couldn’t live without me, how do you expect me to go on?

Yet those three horrible words,
You whispered before you left this world,
Keep me hanging on,
And keep me standing strong.
For when I see you once again,
I’ll take the words you gave me, and repeat them.

I doubt they’ll haunt you then as much as they do to me now,
But if you’re in my arms, it won’t matter anyhow.
For there must be a heaven, if we fight through this hell,
And I’ll again see your face that I know so very well.
You said that you loved me, and died before I could respond.
So “I love you too” will have to wait until I go with you to the beyond.

But for now I stand, and walk on to the next fight,
For if you gave up yours, I will than keep my life.
So one step turns into a few, and the few turn into hundreds,
I take your memory with me, and leave the rest of you in destruction.
For even though we are separated now, for now we’re apart,
You’re not forever in my memory, but forever carved in my heart.

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Part II: Falling

The First One Falling

We were going to lose, so I smiled and pressed on,
For now we were winning, and still fighting strong.
But the day was going on, and the battle was not done,
Our strength was running out, and we were on the run.
The attack that came for you, you would’ve never seen,
I felt myself moving, and ended my life at nineteen.

The move had been wrong, it had to be a mistake,
Yet I knew in my heart there was no other way.
The move was correct, and you were still alive,
And as the blood leaves my body, I watch you turn and fight.
I know you’ll be safe as reinforcements arrive,
And once they start fighting, you’re right at my side.

While falling, I pondered why I had done what I done,
Why did I save your life while mine would now soon be gone?
A million answers run through my brain,
My fall is slow as one answer remains the same.
I couldn’t lose you, I couldn’t lose my light,
For your light is what really saved my life.

We met on the streets, where children and adults were killed,
We made it out of that place, and learned a new skill.
For the only way to escape death was to handle a sword,
So we learned together and took on the world.
The battles where long but our friendship was longer,
For when either of us fell, the other one was forced to be stronger.

But the wounds always healed and the bleeding always stopped,
And as I reach the ground I know that this time I’m too chopped up.
This wound is fatal, and we won’t be walking away,
For you will go on to the next battle, and here I will stay.
But soon you’re by my side, as the world darkens in and out,
And I whisper the words for so long I danced about.

I love you, and couldn’t live without you by my side,
So I lost myself to give you another chance at life.
You look so hurt, and I feel so heavy with sleep,
So I close my eyes, and let myself go into a very long dream.
For one day, we will meet again, and once again be friends,
For our fates are tied together and we’ll know each other till the end.

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I wrote this a while ago, and while neither persons gender is not disclosed, I wrote with "Standing" as a guy and "Falling" as a girl when writing their point of view in poems. I didn't even realize I didn't specify which one was which gender until I finished both of them and I figured I might as well leave it up for the reader to decided.

Thoughts? Questions? Mm... Let me know. Just thought I'd post this bit of random after such a depressing post ten minuets earlier. (Although this isn't exactly a ray of sunshine either...)

Loves, hugs, and dynamite,

-Janaye

Loosing

I'm tired of loosing a battle that I shouldn't have to fight. I'm tired of being rejected for who I am and told to wear a mask of what people think I should be. I'm tired of smiling when I just want to lock myself away. I'm tired of judgement and criticism. I'm sick of good byes and being left behind.

I shouldn't have to fake who I am to be loved.

I shouldn't have to smile when I just want to scream at your face.

I shouldn't be judged and criticized for something I strongly believe in.

I shouldn't be the loser in every battle I face.

I shouldn't be left behind so often and forgotten so easily.

I shouldn't have to fight this hard for everything... and yet this is where every battle lies...

With people's expectations verses my wants and needs.

Guess who's loosing?

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"What happens when the butterfly's wings are burned at the seams? Do we help her fly again, or watch her burn and scream?" -J.M. Stetson

"If I was all that I could be, Would you then love me? Despite the history Stupid things, I know the shame... I'm busting at the seams, To tell you everything, And it's scaring me. 'Cause nothing's sure And nothing makes sense anymore." -Abandoned Pools, "Goodbye Song"

"You can either sit and do nothing or fight for everything." -J.M. Stetson

‎"There is a fire in this heart in a riot about to explode into flames." -30 Seconds to Mars, "Hurricane"