Month: November 2013

This Cute Guy Singing With Total Strangers Stuck In Traffic Will Make Your Heart Melt

Ahh this is fun!!

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I can’t tell what part of this video is my favorite — it’s somewhere between how adorable the guy is, how happy everyone is about hearing the song, or how into the dance moves some of the drivers get. Even though, knowing myself, I would probably just scowl at him as I rolled up my window (I don’t do well in traffic), I am happy there are some drivers out there who are in a good enough mood to make for an amazing impromptu sing-a-long. Yay! [tc-mark]

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Don’t Talk To Strangers: A Rule I Never Followed

One of the earliest lessons that a young child is taught is don’t talk to strangers. I myself have been told this and although as a child I obediently obliged, as I got older I have thrown this rule out of the window. I find that the best kinds of people are strangers. Upon this discovery I have noticed that I have had increasing interactions with strangers. I start conversations with anyone I can. Whether it is on a bus or just next to me in a lecture I just start a random conversation and I have met some of the most fascinating people. Obviously I use caution and reveal little personal information about myself but I have come to notice that sometimes strangers care more than people you actually know. It is so enjoyable to hear other people’s stories and hear about different lifestyles. The beautiful thing is that in most cases, being friendly shocks people. Being from New England where the climate is just as cold as people’s attitudes it is very rare to actually get a smile or a conversation from a random stranger. It is surprising though how much reaching out and forming a connection actually means to some people. Some people poor out their life stories because they just need someone to listen, others tell me deep personal secrets and after all, who better to tell than someone you will never see again. I have even seen tears in some people’s eyes as I offer them my leftovers and ask them how they are because since they started living on the streets no one has treated them like a human. I have seen the smiles of the elderly as they rave about their grandchildren, and I have had a little kid light up as they tell me all about their day at school. Some say it is an odd thing to do, but quite honestly it is one of my favorite things. It is the simplest act of kindness, because I do not see them as strangers, I see them as my fellow [wo]man. And after all, we are all in this crazy thing called life together.

“So Scared of Getting Older, I’m Only Good At Being Young”

Take a line from a song that you love or connect with. Now forget the song, and turn that line into the title or inspiration for your post.

The song “Stop this Train” by John Mayer is the type of song that I can listen to repeatedly and just have a good cry. It’s about not wanting to grow up, and I can relate to that all too well. As a kid, all I wanted was to grow up, I was ashamed to act like the child that I was in public. I would try to carry myself as older and if I was offered the kids menu at a restaurant  I would become enraged that people still saw me as a little kid. The second I turned 13 however, I realized that I had no desire to grow up. I did not want to move on to high school, I wanted to stay where I was comfortable, but obviously that was not an option and I was thrust into high school. I actually ended up falling in love with everything about high school. I loved my sports teams, my friends, my classmates, and my friends. Life was good and I was not looking forward to college, but once again here I am, only a few years away from starting my real life. I am terrified. I’m scared of getting a real job, of living on my own, and of only having myself to depend on. I still sing and dance around in stores! I still call my mom when I get sick! I still order off of the kids menu at Friendlys! How can they expect me to be a grown up?!?! It is so scary. I feel like my soul is still only 15 years old, and yet people my age are already having babies. I don’t want to lose my parents. I am so afraid of growing up. “Stop this train, I want to get off and go home again, I can’t take the speed it’s moving in.” I just want to pause life and stop the process of growing up. Is that so much to ask?