Archive | February, 2011

Fierce Loyalty

19 Feb

Celebrities.  I never understood the fascination of them, but I do have a theory.  Aside from the desire to marry some famous and rich person and have them know your existence, I see a fierce bond between their fans and them, even if it’s just a one-way street.  My sister, for example, would defend from the moon and back how amazing Justin Bieber is–something she wouldn’t do for some of her closest friends.  If you go on any artists’ videos on Youtube, you will see the typical tug-of-war between the crazed fans and the haters.  Why is this?  Why do we have such a drive to proclaim our loyalty to a person who has never talked to us personally, known us intimately, and cared for us the way our friends do?  My theory is that this fierce love for someone is usually frowned upon in society, when it’s between just friends.  I believe that we allow ourselves to show endless adoration for these celebrities, but if we showed the same degree for our significant others or friends, people will stare.  It’s apparently not normal to show that you love someone as fiercely as you do.  People call it clingy, psychotic, dependent, or just madly in love.  And while society may wrinkle their noses when they spy a couple too sickeningly cute, we also probably do this to save ourselves.  When we track our favorite celebrity religiously, we can never get rejected.  They live for the limelight, so the more people that know them, the better.  Their fame depends on their fans, so they welcome the thousands of Twitter followers and Youtube commenters while we thank them for lifting a finger and publishing a new song, movie, or clothing line for us to love.  However, if you replace the celebrities with the people in your life, things drastically change.  The person knows you, and can hold things against you.  You can get hurt for loving them too much, they’ll cut you off and banish you from their lives, and then you’d be at a loss for where to place the huge overflowing of emotions you have inside you.  These problems make us complicate love more than we need to.  Whether or not you “like like” someone, or just “like” them, I cannot even begin to fathom what kind of society has the right to tell you that you are not allowed to love whoever you want, that you cannot, and should not, show that you would be willing to give up your life for someone.  Can’t we just get on with life, and enjoy the fact that we can love at all?


Romance on V-Day

11 Feb

There’s this love-hate relationship about Valentine’s Day.  I have so many friends who will swear from the moon and back how much they abhor a day of commercialized romance, including my sister (pictured here), who used to once love it.  Forgive me for reminiscing, but there were those years where my sister and I went so OCD over little Valentine goodie bags, placing specific candies strategically in them, writing short and cute love notes, and arranging the bags perfectly for presentation to our friends.  Now of course, as she gets older, she jumps on the bandwagon to hate everything mainstream, which includes Valentine’s Day, thus bringing me to my rant.

I can understand how people can hate on Valentine’s Day.  What I don’t get is why people insist on hating the holiday, but continue to be a part of it every year.  If you hate Valentines Day, or any other gift-giving-holiday (read: Christmas), then just simply don’t be a part of it!  My roommate cannot make it more clear to me how much she hates Valentine’s Day, and yet she has given me a candygram and I spy a Valentine’s-themed cake mix and heart-shaped cupcake molds in her closet.  What I’m trying to figure out is why is it so hard to accept holidays for what they are? Nobody’s forcing anyone to actually buy something on Valentine’s Day, and if your significant other demands it, then you might want to reconsider your relationship.  It’s just as easy to show how much you love them with an inexpensive, at-home, dinner-and-movie night.

As a self-declared single, I cannot hate this holiday.  For one, hearts are cute and simple.  But maybe I do secretly like seeing people having a reason to show love or kindness to someone in their lives…and maybe I wistfully hope for something special to happen to me during these holidays.  Hey, a girl can dream.

I sincerely hope that when you approach Valentine’s Day, that you should embrace it for what it could potentially be–an ordinary day to show that you care for your extraordinary friends and significant other.

All’s Well That Ends Well

10 Feb

This is it.  I got into nursing school, albeit not a great one.  Indiana  University of Pennsylvania.  And to think that I decided to apply to this school at the very last minute and it became my saving grace.  This takes off of close to half of the stress a normal college student might come across, but of course, I have to continually push myself in hopes to get accepted to more colleges.  My drive to get the impossible A’s in my three science classes is crazy and wishful thinking, but it is the self-satisfaction I really want.

Honestly, realizing that I got accepted into a nursing school is scary.  I am only two years away from taking a test that will make or break my career, and after that, I will be thrown into a hospital where sick and vulnerable patients depend on the doctors and me to heal them.  I am barely piecing together my own life; what makes people think that I will be ready to save other people’s lives in two years?  What gives me the right to touch people’s lives in ways I never cared for, to see their families and friends at the lowest point in their lives, and to know intimately strangers that I will never see again?

Going to a new university will tear me apart from my friends, and I’ve never been good at keeping in contact with people.  Yes, with Facebook it is so much easier to drop a quick hello, but when I already have eggshell relationships with people here, how would I be able to strengthen them in an entirely different state? And by the time I get adjusted to the new school, I will be graduating with a feeling of detachment to the school where I got my degree.  I hate to admit it, but even with the rough and lonely first semester at University of Maryland, I’ve learned all the secret tunnels and the small quirks that makes UMD unique.  It went from a university I could not wait to get out of to one that I molded myself into.  Realizing that this is the last semester I will run across campus in my tights and heels against the cold weather does make me feel a bit sad.  Despite all the all-nighters I’ve pulled, the ignorance of many a student, and no strong ties to the university, there is an invisible compulsion that makes me love this crazy school.  And hey, I might even be getting my own radio station here; how crazy is that?  Please guys, be careful with life-changing decisions.  You may come to regret it later!