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Sermon One : Posers
Okay. I was reading this book last night entitled "The Gospel According to Larry". It's about this smart kid who's bored and makes a website devoted to teaching people about the dangers of consumerism through "sermons" (which are more like essays, actually). And so I thought to myself: Why can't I do that. I'm not exactly a pro at mastering the internet, so I thought I'd start here, in this journal. The thing is, I'd post about my life, but really, summer's just boring, so from now until the beginning of school (if things don't get exciting), I'll be writing some sermons of my own. They won't deal with consumerism, 'cause lord knows how much I can't live without buying cds.
Sermon 1: Posers
If you attend school, you know what this term means. But if not, I'll clear it up for you. In a nutshell, a poser is someone who pretends to be something they're not. In most cases, this word is used to describe someone that tries to be into the punk/underground scene, but ends up listening to Good Charlotte and Simple Plan. Ugh.
But the essence of the word is that it describes ANYONE who isn't being real. With that said, are you a poser?
Middle school. Oy vey. A melting pot of pubescence and raging hormones bottled in cement walls and tile flooring. Not fun. In this germ-filled kingdom of immaturity, it's very difficult to be yourself. We're always pressured to do things we don't want to do, say things we know are wrong, and agree with people we know are stupid. Why do we do this? Oh that's right. Acceptance. I don't know about you, but I would much rather be accepted by myself than by a large mass of people I don't know.
When you look at yourself in the mirror, are you being true to yourself? Is your appearance on the outside reflecting what lies inside? Or are you constantly worrying if a certain someone will approve of your look?
I see so many cases of poserdom that you'd be surprised. I estimate that only about one out of four people are being true to themselves. ONE OUT OF FOUR. Where do you fall?
P.S. I'm a girl :]
Random: I fell asleep with the light on last night because I was so scared. I heard voices. Muffled, gritty voices that sounded like, if you were to record them and play them backwards, it would be some scary message or something(it was late, I wasn't thinking straight). I heard screams outside and a girl's voice that sounded like she was outside my window, looking for someone...Wow. I've never been that scared in my entire life.
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