"Only If You Dare Me To"

"Who dares me?" Excluding a small portion of nomads, it's a line we've all heard. But the cold hard truth of the matter is that if we wanted to dare you, we freaking would. Obvioulsy, if you're asking to get dared, you're gonna do it. So... really, there's no point in the first place. Like, here's an example of something you'll probably never hear:
Boy: You dare me to?!
Girl: Yeah!
Boy: No way man, that's freaking crazy!

Catch my drift?
Doing every dare put upon you doesn't make you a daredevil if you initially put them upon yourself. Next time someone asks, try just flat-out saying no. Dares are supposed to be a true challenge, a measurement of will! Bottom line is, our society is falling apart. Just kidding. But really, it's a bigger deal than you would think. Whatever happened to Evel Knievel? Tony Jaa? What if everybody got caught up in self-daredevilism? What if our enire dare-related life was a lie? What if an ''extreme dare'' became something as simple as jumping on a department store bed in while trying to look bada** in front of a group of newly-made friends? What would happen to our planet, with only simple, easy-to-conquer dares? And lastly... what would happen to us?

When?

Are you supposed to love the one you have things in common with, or the one that gives you butterflies? When does it stop mattering how you feel when you hug, and you should begin to care who you voted for last presidential election? Can you ever find both? Or, at least, can you find both convinently? A few years can mean everything when you're my age.

Sims?

So it's true what they say. "The Sims" is quite the addiction.
I feel weird playing it. It's like I should be dealing with my own life, but instead, I'm hiding behind the screen, taking care of a version of me that doesn't even exist. But when I think about it, the sims obsession that many people has strongly ties to my last post. The Sims is a place where you can live recklessly, and take chances that you would never dare to think in real life. There are no reprecussions for what you do in these places. Just laughs. It's simply fun. How often do you get to day that about your life?
In life, it's hard to think of the one thing you want to do. "What do you wanna be when you grow up?" is a much more complicated question than you would think. Everyone wants a place where they can do everything and anything, and not worry. Not worry about how happy you'll be waking up at five in the morning. It's a funny kinda life.

Life

It's too bad we only get one life. Well, in my opinion, we probably get more, but it's not the same as just going life after life after life after life after life... remembering everything and trying new things each time.

My Secret

I want to tell Brianna. I really do. But... it's a huge thing. It might not seem huge to those people who already know but it's not like that matters anyway. What do they know? After my secret got around my little group of "friends" last time, I am so afraid. I get so angry when I think about it. I tell them about this huge, horrible part of my life, and they just make jokes and tell me that it's not that big of a deal, and that I should stop blaming things on it. They say that nobody even pays attention to it, and that I'm just making excuses about it. Some old friends and even their parents went to far as to say that what I have doesn't even exist, and that the only reason we have this problem is because of our "untrue faith," and because my mother (who is amazing, by the way) didn't do a good enough job of raising me. Ugh. Suburbs. The worst part is, it got inside my head, and made my situation even worse. Ugh. 8th grade. Maybe they should educate themselves before trying to tell me all about myself. You DO NOT tell a medical professor which kind of medicine does or does not work. You DO NOT tell me how to live my life. Not anymore.

All the Small Things.

If you're a teen, you'll know what I mean. If you are an adult, your status in this is a mystery to me.

At one point or another, every teenage girl will seem at least a little bit petty. Some more than others, of course. But, these days, petty things can sometimes actually be important...

It's hard to explain. When your previous "BFF" gets angry with you and spreads extrememly dirty rumors about how you "copied" her by wearing your hair in a ponytail the day after she did, that, my friend, is straight up petty. Especially when all your other "Best Friends" stop talking to you because of it. Yeah. Not fun, huh? However, when you don't get invited to another former close friend's birthday bash, it is truly sad. Everybody goes through friendship drama, and when your depressed, all the small things count. All the small things people do to you hurt emmensily. All the small things people do for you help extrememly.
Always remember to be a friend, because sometimes, thats all that people need.

Spontaneity is a Virtue.

Have you ever visited a friend's house, only to be completely terrorized by their parent or parents? Not only does this totally freak me out, but it makes me wonder if they even remember what it was like to be a child/teen in the first place.
I guess I'm pretty weird for liking to have casual relationships with friends. I would love to call up a friend in the neighborhood when I'm upset, tell them I need their help, go to their house in my old pair of paint-covered sweats, plop down on their sofa, and and vent while eating anything and everything chocolate we could find in their pantry. Most importantly, her parents would still love me, and all would be well! Really now, chocolate therapy is not the kind of thing that should be planned two weeks in advance.
My house is generally casual... a very rare thing in this neighborhood. Our dog is actually inside the house and we strongly stand by the rule, "A friend in need is a friend indeed."
Maybe it's a Texas thing. Maybe it's a suburbs thing. Maybe it's a Texas suburbs thing. Maybe in places where mailboxes come in bulk, and our all the same in nearly every way, the people follow suit. Maybe in a subdivision with very few bumper-stickers, the glued messages on people's cars our an exact representation of the person who drives them. There are a lot of bumper-stickers on our car. I'm proud of the messages they send. I admire the people brave enough to go against the system. Perhaps by spontaneously leaving their Christmas decorations up a week longer than the rules allow. Playing their music loud, perhaps? Or maybe even having a messy lawn. Dare your neighbors to call the cops.
Unfortunately, I have yet to commit any of these marvelous crimes. So far though, I have my own way of going against the system of the 'burbs. I introduce my neighborhood friends to the ways of casual friendship. The was it was meant to be.