Just Some Thoughts

There are so many people we come in contact with. Whether it's a glance at a stranger or a laugh shared with a friend, it's inevitable.

Some of them are

Hypocrites. Liars. Cheaters. Fake. Rude. Selfish.
Just plain mean.

(Or all of the above.)

The world is full of them. We're all guilty, so perhaps it may even be hypocritical of me to say that these people bug me. But they do.
But I've realized that sometimes
People don't think.
I know I don't sometimes. I say things I don't mean, I accidentally make a snide remark about another person, or I'll forget to think about them altogether. The fact of the matter is, my conscience will always catch up with me sooner or later. We all wish we could take back some of the things we say; but another fact of this matter is that we can't. I wish we could erase the things that we say or do wrong, and erase the wrongs of others. But clearly, it's not possible.

Despite the regret of such rash and unreasonable actions, they keep happening.
But if I've learned anything over the last couple of months, it's to forgive and forget.

I know there are people out there who genuinely don't like me. I wish they wouldn't. Not for my own sake, but for theirs. I have spent so much time being angry and bitter towards the people who hate me, but I've come to the realization that I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself. I should be sorry for them.
Why?
The answer is simple, really.
They are wasting so much time and energy hating me for silly reasons they're probably going to forget. In the end, they may or may not remember me or why they disliked me, but they will realize how much time they wasted being angry about something they couldn't control.

This brings me to gossiping and backtalk. The one dishing it out is trying to gain control over a situation; however, the power remains with the person being attacked until they give it up.
Until they give in.
Until they admit defeat and start to complain and play those silly games too.

My philosophy: If they have a problem with me, that's their problem, not mine. They can say what they want. I know what's true and what's not, so why waste my breath in defending myself? I simply feel bad that they are wasting their time on me and laugh it off.

L. I. F. E.

Life is bonkers right now.

I can't sleep, so I return to my blog.

Reasons for me being excessively weary...


*Everyone crying at rehearsals* no sleep. HOMEWORK. Almost got fired from work [long story]... F r i e n d s ...
Best friend disappeared on 11/11/11... and to my relief, made it back home.
Other best friend won't talk to me.
Other OTHER "Best Friend" might be avoiding me..?

Too much to think about. And all the while I've got plenty of people who complicate my life and make we want to become a hermit. No joke. However, I do appreciate the random visits from good friends of mine. I love it when I'm having the worst day ever and one of them will come over just to cheer me up. It's nice to know somebody cares.

Break From the Break

Today I decided to take it easy and give myself some time to relax after my all-night episode of Book Report Drama.

I took a walk and thought about things while I picked every pretty leaf I could carry. I felt like I was three years old again carrying my armload of leaves into the house and laying them out on the counter, showing my mommy each and every one and telling her what made each one so pretty.

Couple things you might not have known about me...

I live and love to sing.
I love going for long walks. I'm passionate about [books] and [journals]. I love vintage and other old-looking things. Especially books. I want to have my own little library in my future home.



Lately, I've preferred having time alone over being with people.

Fall Break.

How about I [break] and [fall] over dead?

That's more like it.

Not much of a break when I am up to my eyeballs in homework.....

My [REAL] First Post

This blog has been neglected long enough. I came to the realization last night that I haven't posted on here since September....
Oops.

...But I've also come to terms with the fact that I'm losing my grip on what was once my reality, and I need help. Soon.

High school has changed so many people, I don't know who I can confide in anymore. Writing in my journal has been my main source of relief when I'm super stressed and whatnot, but now I am lacking in support from friends, and I need another outlet for my ever so scatterbrained thoughts. So, I've found that the idea of blogging- letting out my thoughts that are just screaming to be heard- seems rather appealing. Perhaps the things I post will lack in value and importance to those viewing it. [Thus the name of my blog- Trinkets and Baubles.]

Definition- Trinkets and Baubles: a showy toy or trinket of little value; A small ornament or item of jewelry that is of little value.

My thoughts: the little things that adorn my life; May hold little value to everyone who sees them; Trinkets and Baubles of my life.

My thoughts may be amusing or a seemingly decent way of spending one's time when bored, but each post will hold a lot of significance to me.

So please, do enjoy the Trinkets and Baubles of thought I have to share.

The year 2011 has been rather challenging for me. To those who have seen harder times, I've got it easy. But I suppose that just means I'm not as strong, and I envy the strength of those who would bear my burdens with ease.
I'm not going to bother going into too much detail about my trials, because honestly, who would want to read a hopelessly depressing blog? I, for one, would not. Besides, I ought to be grateful for my hardships because I know I will become better through it all.

Summary of my year: Illness, and heartbreak. (Not just in myself, but in many of the people who are most dear to me.)

Through these times of grief, however, I have been able to see God's tender mercies at work. I've made friends I never thought I'd have. We've all become stronger. I've grown up a lot. New opportunities have replaced lost ones. I've had the blessing of the gospel as a constant strength to me. My Savior has pulled me through it all. Overall, I think the cursings are becoming blessings.