Monadiko Asteri

Stop trying to be someone else
You’ll only end up hurting yourself

Don’t try to fit in
You never have, so don’t try to begin

Because that’s the way you’ve been blessed
You’re completely different from the rest

I fell for the real person inside
The person that you’re trying to hide

Please don’t give in
To try to be like ‘one of them

’ I know you are just scared
That if you’re yourself no one will care

But I will love you even more
Isn’t that worth being yourself for?

The only people that like who you’ve become
Are the assholes that everyone finds dumb

I know how amazing you could truly be
I know that from the love you gave me

There’s so much of an amazing personality to ravage
And that’s whom I’m trying to salvage

I mean these words with all my love
So please listen to what I’ve said above

Let’s talk about something that every college freshie (maybe not even JUST college…everyone feels like this at some point) might go through.

You’re eighteen, you’re in a world that’s ever changing and your parents are paranoid about you attending college. You might say, “My parents are complete weirdos or paranoid freaks…nah that could never happen to me…they’re exaggerating!” Well whatever the excuse may be, on some level you should realize the following: Why shouldn’t they be paranoid? I mean, they have only spent…oh I don’t know…about HALF their lives raising and protecting you.

I bet after reading that statement, you probably think I’m a goody two shoe girl who has no idea what I’m saying. I bet that about HALF the people that began reading this with interest, lost the interest as soon as they read that I took the parents’ side. However, if you’re still with me, I say, “Thanks,” to you.

Let me share a little story with you (and yes this is a true story). A friend of mine, let’s call her Jane…well her parents aren’t the exactly your typical American parents who have always lived in the suburbs, are happily married, and only check up with their kids like once a day. They’re extremely – wait let me emphasize – EXTREMELY overprotective; so much in fact that she feels really overwhelmed at times and as if her parents didn’t trust her. Her parents literally call to check up on her every five minutes – okay, maybe not LITERALLY but you get my point. This girl has spent her entire childhood with some sort of electronic that will allow her parents to check up on her. (No, not a tracker but like a phone or beeper.)

So when Jane started attending college, the fact that her parents’ overprotectiveness did not change, disappointed her. I sat down with her and talked. This is what I said (and what I shall pass onto you), “College is where you find yourself; where you find who you want to be and what you want out of your life. Think of college as if it were an important city building filled with different elevators or staircases – routes or directions that may lead up (positive future) or down (negative future) – and people of different social/academic status. (ie. Working with higher executives might lead to a more knowledgeable future than if you worked with someone in a lower position – you must also keep in mind that working from the bottom can lead to a staircase that can go up or down.) In this work place, you will not only receive rewards for your hard work or have a little fun here and there, but you will also be tempted and meet people that may or may not try to ruin whatever chance you of succeeding in work.”

Jane immediately thought that if college was a business building, then her parents’ role was that of her strict boss. She was WRONG. Her parents weren’t her boss. A boss tells you what you MUST do and you do it not because you want to but because you have to. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t do what your parents tell you to do or that you have to do whatever they tell you to do; after all, it is your choice and now that you’re an adult – yes an ADULT, you’re no longer a little child that needs to have everything done by their mommy or daddy; so grow up and start acting your role – you get to choose what path you want to follow and what’s right or wrong. Parents are just here to guide you and advise you.

Parents don’t nag, create rules, or check up on you for fun. They do it because they care and love you. They want to know that you’re learning how to live a good life; they want to know you’re safe. So the NEXT time you decide to complain about how much you hate your parents because they’re so outdated or strict…just remember Jane’s story and my advice. Think twice before you do something against your parents’ will because sooner or later they will prove that they were right.

Hey guys (and girls), I'm so sorry for not keeping this website up to date! As the title states, I'm just finishing up my first week of college classes. In three days, I figured out shortcuts between my classes, best hangout spots (as well as best places to grab a quick bite), who the funniest teachers were, and who the boring ones were...All in all, I feel like this week has been amazing!

On another note...I was forced to make another blog for my English 110 course so here's the link: www.meraki.qwriting.org If ya like that then you guys should definitely check out my friend's blog at: http://tomsview.qwriting.org

Enjoy and thanks for the support!

I’m here to inspire. I’ve made it a life goal for myself to help people emotionally. Because society is ridiculously fucked up and makes people feel like shit when they shouldn’t. Everyone is beautiful in their own ways. And that piece of information needs to be spread.

But there’s a catch. I’m real. I’m a human. And I’m not always as strong as I like to pretend to be.

I’m often insecure about myself. I am overweight. I’m not the most attractive. I’ve been made fun of and ridiculed a majority of my life for physical-appearance related issues. But none of that really matters. Because I am me. I am the only me on this planet. And I’m going to make the best of it. I’m not going to let others decide what I can and cannot be. If someone tells me I’m fat and ugly, I’m gonna give them a big “fuck you”. Because that shit doesn’t matter. What matters is who I am as a person, how I act once someone gets to know me, and the way I view the world. I’m not going to live a jaded life because I’m not society’s definition of perfect. I’m going to live MY life because I am a human, just like everyone else, and I have a place in this world.

So take my advice: fuck the haters. You’re always going to have them. But why should you let them slow you down? You’re going places and how you live helps pave the way for your destination. So live life to the fullest, realize that you ARE beautiful, and most of all: make your destination somewhere YOU want to end up, not somewhere you are put by others.

Take this to heart, pass it on, or ignore it; do what ever you'd like with it. But at the very least take away something from this. You need to know that no matter how terrible society makes you feel, there is hope and you will make it.

I believe in you.

Smile and stay beautiful. <3

Being a little bad is kinda attractive, like they have the ability to protect you when someone tries to harm you. At the same time, he’s gotta be gentle, there’s just something about a bad boy who can be tamed… only by you.

Hey guys! First off let me say that I'm so sorry that I haven't been posting as frequently! College is starting soon and this summer hasn't been as "carefree" as the ones I'm used to having. Second of all, let me thank all of you guys for constantly following me and checking back to see if I had posted anything new! I <3 YOU!!!! Well I just posted a new "rambling" under this so feel free to check it out and keep coming back for more!

I love spending hours in bookstores, especially when I find old gems hidden away. I love going to used bookstores. I love the library. I love messy bookstores. I love old used books even more than I love new books. I love that my shelves are overflowing, and I have no space for anything new. I love finding old books that have inscriptions inside of them, I collect them, even though part of me thinks I should leave them so that the person who it was written for can one day find that book again. It seems like such a cliche to love books - but should that stop anybody? Should we stop doing something or loving something just because so many other people do and it’s not considered ‘unique’? No. Of course not. I love that the entire world could read the same book and yet everyones opinions would be different. That’s what I love about reading. I love knowing that you and a perfect stranger can bond over a book that you’re both reading, wether you have similar opinions, or strongly disagree with one another. I love that reading can bring two people together; family, friends, and lovers.

That’s probably one of the best things anyone can ever say to you. That you’re worth it, or your existence means something to them. To have someone appreciate the fact that you’re you, that feeling is just indescribable. It’s the kind of feeling I don’t ever want to forget.

It’s perfectly fine for things to be beyond your control. Life isn’t perfect, but it’s worth it. Don’t forge through it with a fake smile. If you’re sad, be sad. If you’re angry, go ahead and be pissed. Just do what makes you happy and forget everyone else.

Thank you for always being there for me, even if it means nothing to you. Thank you for talking to me and taking time out of your day. Thank you for being sweet and supportive. Thank you for making me laugh. Thank you for being childish with me. Thank you for getting in stupid fights. Thank you for your flamboyent personality. Thank you for being a loyal friend for the past few years. Thank you for not letting grudges get in the way. Thank you for smiling and being positive.

Thank you for being you, and always being you.

I look up to writers who seem to understand how the mind works, how the heart works. I look up to writers who can write about the desperation, the doubts, the thoughts of a person in a way that makes you think: This writer must have understood everything of people. I have the feeling that some people just understand how humans work, they understand the relationships between people and they tell about the weird and awkward feelings we all feel but that we’re embarrassed to talk about. I really admire these writers. They are my favorite.

You want to know what's on my mind? I wish I could tell it to your face. I'd tell you that the only thing on my mind is YOU. I hate this fact; the fact that I'm in love with you and everyone else can see it but US. We're too stubborn to accept this fact; I don't want to about it because if I do, then I risk losing you and I love you too much to let that happen. I see it, yet I don't accept it sultry because of that reason; you see it, what's your excuse for not accepting it?

Eventually the fast text message responses will become slow. The long conversation will cut short. The attention they give you will become neglected. The comfort they give you will become something awkward. The time they have for you will become non existent. The feeling of being close to them will become distant.

Do you ever feel like you’re working for something you’re never going to get? The shoot-and-miss kind of deal. Like, no matter what, you can’t have it, but that just makes you fight for it just a little bit more?

There may be a million girls out there for you; but there's two things that you should know before you choose:

1. They're not me.

and

2. They won't ever love you as much as I do.

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8

We boys don’t get butterflies, we get fireworks. We don’t have you on our mind 24/7, but we do have you on our hearts. Often, yes we wait for you to go online, sometimes simply even just being online makes our heart skip a beat, even if we don’t talk. Whenever you talk to us, our face forms that half-smile; it means we are happy but are trying our hardest to not show it, and fail at hiding it. We do miss you all the time; granted, we’d spend all our time with you if possible. We don’t think of the smallest things you say, we think of every word you say, panicking at every single word, trying to define what it really means, to read between the lines. But wait there’s more.

We would love you in a million ways. And once we start loving you there is no going back for us. No matter how hard we try we will always love a girl that has touched us. Us boys when in love will think of that girl first thing in the morning, and think of that girl last before we sleep at night. Whenever we see a couple, our thoughts immediately jump to that girl, and imagine that the couple was us. Every single detail about her is loved; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her voice. Her laughter. The sparkle in her eyes. Her shy smile. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she’s asleep. And the way she says our name that our hearts just explode with mirth, a simple act that no-one else can replicate.

A boy in love with a girl is no simple thing, though ladies stereotype us guys as simple. A man in love is not simple. No. He will be unpredictable. He will be persistent, stubborn, and given the circumstances, if it means carrying you from one side of the world to the other to win your heart, a man in love would. He will be a martyr, giving his all and asking for almost none. He will show you how to appreciate the beauty of the world in a thousand ways, and then he will tell you how much he appreciates your beauty in a million ways.

A man in love is no simple thing.

Don’t make me one.

If I make you first, don’t bother making me second when someone’s left your life. That period where they were in it and you decided to ignore me, don’t even bother then. I don’t understand why you don’t get the concept that I want you to leave me alone. I’m not a doll that you can throw on the floor and pick back up again when all the other dolls break. I don’t understand why you would apologize for leaving, then continue doing it. How stupid and pathetic that I accepted that apology.

The one person who you thought would never do that.

And they do it. I hate listening to your problems and when it comes to mine, you don’t even listen. You fell asleep when I tried telling you I was angry. Don’t bother trying to be “best friends” again. I don’t need that bs.

I am not a perfect lover. I say what’s on my mind. I start fights. I get jealous and sometimes I don’t want to understand things to avoid pain. I am demanding. I am childish. I am moody. But there are three things that I love about me. I am faithful, sweet and when I chose him, it is only him.

• You are willing to stop flirting with other people to prove it to them.
• You are willing to stay up late even if you’re really sleepy and tired.
• You instantly “miss” them as soon as you guys get off the phone.
• You start to think about the future with them and you just can’t help but smile.

When someones “worth it”, don’t let them get away.