It must suck to be in Gryffindor. (if this was my last post, I was tragically attacked by Gryffindor people))

There may be a small, super tiny, microscopic smidge of bias in this post due to the fact that I was sorted into Slytherin in Pottermore.

A while ago, I was in one of those typical cafeteria lines with other students (and some teachers) and I asked the greatest question anyone can ever ask: "If you were to be sorted in a Harry Potter house, which one do you think you should be in?". I asked this specifically to the person behind me, however another teacher, upon hearing this scoffed (SCOFFED) and said "That's a stupid question. It's obviously Gryffindor."

 After being greatly offended, I gave a great comeback: "Pshh... Gryffindor sucks." *ducks away from Gryffindor army* WAIT. "I'm totally Slytherin." to which the person I originally asked chimed with "Aren't they evil?" NO. We're just really intense.

 This is why it must suck to be in Gryffindor:

There's really only one, prominent reason.

HARRY POTTER WILL CONSTANTLY OVERSHADOW YOU.

Oh? You earned 10 points for Gryffindor?

Harry Potter defeated a troll in the girl's toilet when he was 11 years old.

You scored 10 points in quidditch?

Harry Potter caught a snitch. Game over. Your point was insignificant.

You saw a real dragon?

Harry Potter fucking wrestles with a dragon while flying in the sky and destroyed a bunch of buildings in the process.

You were a prefect?

Harry Freakin' Potter beat Voldemort! Who can't say 'Voldemort' now?



So yeah. I'm out. *slams microphone*

WATERMARKS (and why I hate them)

Watermarks, essentially, were created by evil scheming creatures from the lava producing core of the Earth for the sole purpose of ruining people's LIVES.

Maybe that was an exaggeration.

But I just really hate watermarks.

Let me stop you right there. I understand the use of watermarks, I understand that creators want to have claim over their work-- and they have those rights. But they are things that should be used moderately. (To use a quote from Spiderman, "With great power comes great responsibility.")

Okay, so maybe you're not entirely convinced with just those reasons so let me give you some visuals.

Say I drew this (not so) amazing picture.

But, I'm like, "Wait. What if someone copies it without crediting me? I should add a watermark." And that seems like a reasonable, logical thought.

Now that my amazing piece of work has a watermark, I can be credited when used (yay!)

That is not what annoys me. This is what annoys me:

How can people appreciate it with a massive watermark blocking everything out of sight? It's just evil. Have you ever seen a massive "CLAUDE MONET" in Water Lilies?

The darkness doesn't speak english (a short story)

I wrote a short story.

---

"Well, this is kind of weird." the girl murmured to the darkness.
"Yeah." the darkness replied back.

The end.

I don't know what to talk about. (Let's talk about how I have nothing to talk about)

I feel like in terms of talking about things, there's this Bottle of Stuff. There is no cap in this Bottle of Stuff™ so things to talk about would simply pour in or pour out.

 As I write this blog post, my Bottle of Stuff™ is nearing empty. And a rush of that feeling overtook me-- one similar to my phone having one bar of energy left; right before I scramble around my room for a charger like it would save someone's life. However, in this particular notion there is no charger to make my Bottle of Stuff increase in content.

 I mean, this whole idea of having something to talk about is not an actual thing. It's not something empirically testable or scientifically provable. How can someone know that they've lost all possible conversation topics? Is it when they start talking about the lack of things they have left to talk about and make a confusing metaphor involving bottles? But that's still something to talk about.

I feel like I've wasted space in the world of the internet; this absolute rubbish that no one will ever find useful as it slowly turns into a self loathing sob. By putting random things that should just stay and keep rotating around our heads like animated disney birds I feel slightly relieved. But still like a stupid internet waster person.


Let me end this with a random picture.

Diminishing Self Centred-ness (NO. Not another philosophical post. Except it is.)

I guess Freud was kind of right when he said that as we get older we learn more about right and wrong (or, rather what is socially accepted as 'right' and 'wrong'). As we get older we as an individual see ourselves as just a part of society rather than the world revolving around us like some protagonist of a tediously written movie. Like, when I was little I had this thought that I was the only person who surfaces through the world consciously and everyone else was programmed to be the way they are (i.e: my brother was programmed to be a totally antagonistic douche and RUIN MY LIFE-- he doesn't anymore.)

 And maybe that's all mostly because we don't see and comprehend the whole complexity of the world and how each individual is unique. But, how can people be all unique? If everyone was unique then being unique would be considered normal which is quite contradictory to the prospect of being unique. Right? No? Being individually unique offers to a lot of variety as a human being like how we physically look, our personalities, our level of intelligence and intellect etc. (So being unique= not being exactly the same as anyone... like snowflakes)

 Even if we're all different it would be difficult to make everyone feel special. Because being special means that you stand out from the rest. But how can you stand out from the rest when the rest are also trying to be special? How can someone shout loud enough to be heard whilst buried in a sea of screaming people?

I would love to have a nice conclusion, but I'm not quite sure where I was going with this. So, yeah, be nice to other people.

Oh, Hello, the Olympics is happening. (why this is important)

 There are many varying attitudes towards the currently going Olympics. Some individuals are quite indifferent... however there are a few completely immersed towards the whole thing. I am slightly ashamed to say that I belong on the latter. But before you judge me with your scrutinising eyes which burn holes right through my computer monitor I PLEAD you listen to my defence.


My Defence (why The Olympics is awesome from my point of view which really gives no validity):

1) Although the first half of the ceremony was reminiscent to history lessons and just grass everywhere, the second half met all of my crazy expectations. Some which ticked boxes from the list of Expectations were a giant fucking Voldemort and the Queen of England parachuting off a helicopter with James Bond.

(though one that was sadly not met was JK Rowling flying through the arena with a broomstick and announcing quidditch as an official olympic sport...)

2) It's such an AWESOME excuse to get out of anything. Somehow, "I can't, the Olympics is on."/ "I have to watch this match." works as an excuse around 70% of the time. Seriously, try it.

3) You get to just sit down in front of your tv and SHOUT random things and no one will think you crazy.

4) It will break awkward silences.

Imagine, you are sitting down and a person who you kind of know but do not speak much to is there also. Even though you have some similar friends, you've never spoken to each other one on one and the tension increases by the second. Suddenly, like a flash of lightbulb these words exit your mouth, "Did you catch the Olympics?". Yes, ofcourse they 'caught' the Olympics; they did not spend the whole summer hiding behind a cave in a fetal position. Awkwardness avoided.

5) I don't know how this is related, but somehow the amount of food in my house INCREASED. I opened my fridge and food just leapt out and attacked me (not literally). The Olympics give you more food!

DON'T make it a task. (or do.)

A few days ago, I was so pumped to do the one-film-per-day thing. Seriously, I could have watched 7 films in a day. But I realised this morning I don't like waking up with the thought of having to do something because I've committed to it. It's an awful feeling.

 So, now my eyes have been opened to a revelation that may change my way of living as I know it (it probably won't). If you as a human being love doing something, don't make it a task. I'm not saying don't do it. Just don't make it a task.

This is the definition of the word 'task' according to the dictionary in my laptop (which means it's 100% accurate)

task |task|nouna piece of work to be done or undertaken.verb [ trans. ] (usu. be tasked)assign such a piece of work to : NATO troops are tasked with separating the warring parties.• make great demands on (someone's resources or abilities) : it tasked his diplomatic skill to effect his departure in safety.

The idea of making something a task pairs with the idea of meeting expectations. And I often have these weird self destructive tendencies. Not in a dangerous jumping-off-tall-trees-way but more like if I was playing chess with my brother and he says "Oh, wow, you're winning.." I will somehow panic and be all like "Holy crap I am? I must keep doing what I've been doing so I'll win. But what was I doing? Where does this piece move? What is this board made of? I need to pee."and lose the game.

 It's a personal thing, though. I admire people who work well under pressure. Like the ones with little sticky notes on their desks and checklists and glide on rainbows gracefully as they go through those checklists. I've tried to hard to be organised but I just don't do well (or anything).

If you are a human being who personally goes through things in life by viewing them as tasks, I would like you to take me under your wing and teach me your Jedi ways because I'm struggling here.