The Bigger Person

Sometimes we get into arguments with people that we care about. Sometimes, things are said that you wish that they weren't. Both parties get hurt, chaos ensues, and then people cry. These are the ingredients for an argument.
Then, we are faced with the biggest problem ever. How do we fix things? Do we even want to fix them? The question is answered with one simple answer: be the bigger person. No matter who is at fault, and who did what it doesn't matter. What matters is becoming the bigger person and owning up to what you did. Why? Life is too short to be blackened by arguments and unhappiness. People need to be at peace with each other, I believe.
I want to be the bigger person in my friendships and relationships. I really don't want to hate people, and to have disputes with them. We all get mad at the other, and we all do things. We're human, we're not perfect. However, with that being said, we often have to forgive the other for what they did. That is perhaps the hardest thing. Forgiving and forgetting is a concept that we perhaps try to avoid, and we cling onto that like a lifeboat. Sometimes, it's hard for me. I don't always have the answers, and I certainly don't have the words. I'm sorry? Well that's a start. Sometimes, it's easier to write the words down, because when I have to confront something sitting in front of the person, I often find myself coming short of the words to say what I really mean to say. However, I'm getting better. Sometimes, it just takes me time to let me cool off, because starting this while angry could lead to something bigger than the previous problem presented.
Being the bigger person in life doesn't always work out. However, I will try to, because Jesus and God (it's the first example I could think of) tells us to forgive. And I believe that they are right, because why should we go through life hating each other? Peace and love and all that good stuff. Sometimes, being the bigger person could do good. Sometimes it can't.

The Power Of Music.

Sometimes we have really bad days. On those days we want to cry, watch a bunch of movies, and eat a lot of things that taste good however they are not good for your actual body. It's the kind of thing you do things to make you feel good.
But then, on the radio we hear a song. A song that sparks us on the inside that causes some kind of strong feeling. Only music can do it. Music makes us feel. Music makes us feel inspired. Music makes us want to get up and want to dance around the room and not care what the world thinks. Music has this weird motivator that makes us want to do things. Music can make us feel like we are able to do anything. It makes us feel not alone.
The power of music is simple. For the past week, I've been feeling kind of down. However, with the help of music, it causes me to feel completely and totally happy. I feel like I'm a part of something that is bigger than myself. I'm in a world where I feel like I belong. Whether I'm listening to music, singing along to it, or listening to it when I'm running, I automatically feel better.
It's plain and simple. Music is powerful.

And for those who may be wondering what I'm listening to lately:

1. Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. I think it's overplayed, but I kind of have this song stuck in my head. 
2. Demi Lovato. I've always liked her, and she's super inspiring. Whenever I listen to Skyscraper I can't help but be inspired to great. 
3. Lana Del Ray. I just started getting into her when the Great Gatsby came out. (Young and Beautiful is simply beautiful.) I highly reccomend her music, so if you haven't heard her before, go onto some music radio thing such as Spotify, or Pandora and listen to her. 

Paragraph with a Punch.

It's ridicilous how people can come in and out of your life. Your best friend can become your worst enemy and vice versa. However, that's the thing about life. It punches you in the face when you're not looking. It keeps you on your toes, like a maze. You never know what to expect next. It's like the people are written in pencil, therefore you can't erase them. 

Is there any permanent people out there?

Gaping Thighs?

Lately, a common trend on social networking sites is a thigh gap. A thigh gap is when a young woman stands with her feet together and measures the gap between her thighs whether or not they touch. (pictured below)

                                                                                                    

Women have been going to extreme measures to get this look, whether in extreme fad dieting, and extreme exercise routines. And when extreme dieting and extreme exercising is involved then usually it isn't exactly

the safest or the healthiest thing in the world to do to your body. Your body needs nutrients to make it grow healthy. And why are we doing this? To reach perfection. 

The war with women and the pressures to be perfect is old news. Fueled by unrealistic standards by celebraties and the media in addition to the rise of the usage of  Photoshop, women just want to be perfect like them.   However, they do not realize that often these women are like us with blemishes and imperfections, and what not. They just have little computer geeks around to make them look as perfect as they want to be. Due to this, a girl who sees that realizes that being perfect is being a size zero, and if she's not those things, then she's not good enough. This amount of pressure could ruin a girl's self esteem, because she doesn't think that she's beautiful. In reality, she IS beautiful. 

Not everyone is meant to be a size zero. Not everyone is meant to look the same. My thighs don't touch, however, I'm an avid runner who runs six days a week. However, that is normal. Having a thigh gap or not isn't exactly the healthiest thing in the world. I know that I'm healthy, and although I have days when I feel like I'm not worthy of being loved and such, I know that I'm good and pretty enough. Being healthy, and feeding my body what it needs to grow and not get sick is perhaps the most important thing to me. 

Overall, strive to be healthy, not perfect. Love yourself, and treat yourself. That's all that matters.

I Don't Understand Love.

I don't understand love.
I don't understand what people do when their in love.
Is there something wrong with me?
As you can tell, I don't understand love. I don't understand why the feeling exists? Is it something that we simply can not help, because we want to belong to someone, to be a part of something great? I thought I often understood love. But, I don't.
I used to be one of those people who thought that she knew all about love, don't get me wrong. I used to actually think that I was in love. But, I wasn't. I was head over heels in infatuation.
I don't understand how some of my friends act when they are in love. How could they abandon all  of their friends, and suddenly change themselves to become someone else? Did they like get some special mold, and then mold themselves to it? I don't understand how all of a sudden you can change. Eventually you're going to hate living the lie, and want to unlive it.
My name is Natalie and I don't get love, and maybe just maybe I never will. I hope to one day experience it, because it's something that I want to have beside me. A person to love, and to share my life and my accomplishments with. Someone to let me be me, without having to change who I am, and what I want. Someone to say it's alright to be sad, I'll support you. Someone to live a balanced life full of friends, education, and of course the life that we do build together.
I want that kind of love.

The BadAss Playlist

Okay every now and then someone needs to feel like a badass. Why? Because feeling like a badass is perhaps in my opinion the greatest feeling in the world. So here's some songs that I listen to whenever I want to feel like a complete and total badass.

1. Fighter by Christina Aguilera
2. I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy
3. I Love It by Icona Pop 
4. DR Feelgood by Motley Crue
5. Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue 
6. Too Young to Fall In Love by Motley Crue
7. Hellraiser by Ozzy Osbourne
8. Another Brink in the Wall (part two) by Pink Floyd
9. Dirty Deeds by ACDC
10. Highway to Hell by ACDC
11. Back in Black by ACDC
12. Get a Grip by Aerosmith 
13. Don't Get Mad, Get Even by Aerosmith 

Fictional Friday: Obessive Love.

Disclaimer: The people and events in this story are purely fiction and DO NOT relate to anyone who exists in real life.

She writes her not furiously and fast like a doctor writing a prescription. "I've got to get this done", she snaps with determination.
I sat there, my psychology book wide open on my lap. Lately this routine has become more and more common-Jen obsessing or doing some sort of crazy notion for her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, or her drama with her boyfriend always took center ring compared to everything else. Her life centered around Nate like the earth orbited around the sun.
I gave Natalia a look. She rolled her eyes. Lately, lunch was all about her and her soap opera lifestyle. It was about Nate, about her looks, or some other complaint about how the world didn't roll her way.
Her iPhone buzzed onto the table. It lit up as a text message icon appeared. I watched Jen jump as if she was being shocked.
"Ugh, that asshole", she grumbled, as she went back to scribbling her love note.
"Who?" Natalia asked, as she picked at her french fries.
"Nate, that's who!"
Natalia rolled her eyes.
"What did he do?" I asked. I closed my book and thought "What did he do now, you obsessive freak." Of course, I didn't. She was in hurricane mode, and Natalia and I wanted to save ourselves from any damage.
"He hasn't answered his phone!"
"Since when?" I asked.
"Fourth period", she said.
"That was two hours ago.  You must be dying of separation since you've been separated for all of that length of time. And he didn't text you? What a jerk", Natalia said full of over dramatic sarcasm.
"What are you writing?" I asked, trying to derive attention away from Natalia's performance.
"A note for Nate."
"When do you plan to give it to him?" Natalie asked.
"Next period."
Natalia and I sighed. We sometimes let the storm pass through. The only thing in it's way was our friendship.

Jen was always independent, and confident. I never expected her to lower herself so low for a boy. I never thought that she would be the type for a boyfriend, forever riding the single life.
She met Nate at the beginning of senior year. Well, her senior year since he was a year behind us. They didn't become a couple until about February.
Slowly after that, I saw her fall in love. Or lust, as it became her obsession. At first, I thought that it was cute, then it turned annoying.

As the bell rang, and she gathered her books and ran out. Of course, she was looking for Nate.
"God, it's getting worse," Natalia said.
"She's gone mad."
"I don't think that he can handle her much more", Natalia said.
"Can I be honest?" I asked.
Natalia nodded. "Sure".
"I kind of hope he breaks up with her," I said. "Then she'll learn."
"She won't let him go."
"Nope".
"You know", Natalia said. "If you strangle a guy like this, he won't be able to breathe. It's only a matter of time before he leaves. He probably is afraid to do anything with out her by his side."
"He'll be stuck forever", I said as we stopped in front of my Spanish classroom.
"Poor kids. On that note, have a good Spanish class," Natalia said.
"Bye", I said.

Later that day:
My phone buzzed with a text from Jen, just as I was about to eat a cookie. I opened it.
"Hey free to talk?"
I hesitated before typing a response. It was the usual 'yes, what's wrong?' I then threw my phone down at the table in fustration. It buzzed again. I picked it up.
'I think that Nate is mad at me".
"Why?"I knew that wasn't the response to something such as this, especially when I didn't care about the reasons why.
'He seemed so distant today. Yesterday, he was the polar opposite. He even bought me flowers!'
I wanted to tell her to leave me alone. I wanted to tell her to get a life. But I didn't. I just said that maybe he wanted to be with his friends. Normal people have friends, and have a girlfriend at the same time.
"Why would he do that? He would much rather hang out with me?" she asked.
Finally frustration was bubbling over like a washing machine with too much soap.
"You know what?' I asked. "I'm tired of analyzing Nate's every action. I don't care anymore. Please leave me alone.'
She typed responses. Many. I chose not to read them, shutting my phone off for the evening. I didn't speak to Jen much after that, and last I heard from her, she was getting married to Nate. Rumors spiraled that she trapped him by having a baby.