dritte Auge

Over thinking, over analyzing, separates my body from my mind.

It’s not a matter of caring about what people think…

People tend to not believe me when I say that I don’t care what people think of me, or what people think about me. The two are similar yes, but also different. People tend to say “you may not care what people think about what you say, or what they say they think of you, but you do care about what they think about you.” That isn’t the case at all and although putting it into words makes no sense I’ll elaborate.

When I do things, or say things, I say them because I want to. I don’t go out of my way to consider “well if I say this, these people may not like me as much! They might think I’m weird!” because altering your thoughts and feelings to please those around you will only make you feel the opposite. This stems into how I see most things in life.

If you spend your time worrying about what will or will not happen when you do something, or say something will you ever really let yourself enjoy the benefits of being able to speak and do? That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t consider obviously dangerous consequences to certain actions. I won’t say the cliche and overly used “you only have one life, so live it to the fullest” because it doesn’t matter how many lives you have. You could be a self conscious fool in all 10000 lives if you had them.

On the topic of being self conscious…along with saying and doing is impressions. “Oh but you care about what people think of what you wear or how you dress.” No. You wear whatever the fuck you want. Who are people to tell you what you can and cannot wear, and who are YOU to let them? So you have a pair of plaid pants you love but never wear them in public because you fear what people will think of them. Who cares what people think of them? Will you ever see those people again?  No. The things I do, and how I dress, and how I feel when I wear things and wanting to lose weight and look better and feel better and look nicer and dress more femininely to others seems like an attempt to impress those around me. Well that’s what you think because you see it daily. This doesn’t imply I care what others think. 

As humans, especially in our current society we are made to feel like there is always a standard we will never reach. But who really sets that standard? The coke-hungry stars of Hollywood? The big money advertising agents that feed off of our naive minds and our dirty dollars when we give into buying their products? Yes. But we can’t stop watching, or buying, because their products have become part of our daily lives. That doesn’t mean you can’t set your own standard.

If I want to change how I look, if I want to lose weight, or wear more dresses, or wear more or less make up, who’s to say I can’t and who’s to say I’m doing it for someone other than me? I only care about what I think of me and you should too. Do what makes you think well of you. If you look into the mirror and can do nothing but criticize yourself, make a change. Change so that when you look at yourself you can tell yourself how much you love how you look. If you hate hearing yourself speak or seeing things your write because they make you feel bad, change it. Aim to please you because no one will ever be able to make you feel better than you can.

It isn’t a matter of caring about what people think of and about you, it’s a matter of making yourself love to be you. Stop caring about what people think of you and think only for yourself. When you are happy with you, it will show, and people’s thoughts will change but they still won’t matter.

Made some delicious Guinness Extra Stout Cupcakes! 
Happy St.Patrick’s Day everyone ;)

Made some delicious Guinness Extra Stout Cupcakes! 

Happy St.Patrick’s Day everyone ;)

Over thinking, over analyzing.

Not even trying to semi-quote Tool.

Fuck my brain, and fuck these feelings. I like you. A lot. Show me the same…

Tomorrow, March 10th, marks 20 years since the release of one hell of an EP. 

Tomorrow, March 10th, marks 20 years since the release of one hell of an EP. 

Because I couldn’t pick just one.

Loving this.

Picked this bad boy up at the concert.

Picked this bad boy up at the concert.

An incredible experience.

Last night was really an unbelievable experience. On my way to the arena the build up of excitement was intense. I couldn’t find it in myself to believe that I was really going to get the chance to see such an incredibly talented group of people play their music live, in front of me. Walking into the arena, I purchased a poster, a t-shirt, and a key-chain which I tucked away and just started walking around the place taking in everything around me.

People say Tool fans are pretentious pricks, but I can safely say that all of the the fellow Tool fans I met last night were some of the nicest, most down to earth people. The atmosphere last night was incredible. You could feel the excitement. Seeing so many people, so many outfits, really just made me feel like I was dreaming. It has been a long time since I went out to an event, so seeing this felt good.

At around 7:30 I went down to my seat which was much closer than I had anticipated. Section 4, a couple of rows back. Right in the middle with a dead center view of the stage at the perfect distance to take in all of the screens. I sat there mesmerized with the bass of YOB’s opening music playing and even then I couldn’t imagine Tool coming out, and being able to see them.

As soon as they began the set change I ran up to grab a quick drink, and to meet up with a friend I had met that night. It was really only minutes until Tool went on and I couldn’t wait around any longer. I went back to my seat and waited patiently. 10 minutes later, the lights dimmed and everyone stood up. 

Being illuminated by a set of crisp blue lights, Danny stepped on stage and sat behind his drum set, Adam came up off to the left with Justin on the right, and Maynard, a dim silhouette to the left of Danny (or, Danny’s right), and after a few minutes of intro music, Hooker with a Penis began to play, and I got chills instantly. The beat of the music was felt in my chest and all through my body, and the entire crowd was like one. I was hearing Tool in a way I never could have imagined. Listening to them at home was enough to give me chills, but feeling the music and seeing them up there, some 40 feet away from me was unreal. I felt like I was dreaming and I loved every minute of it.

The setlist was amazing, and it was everything I expected and more. Following Hooker with a Penis they played Jambi, which was followed by a small transition with (-)Ions into Stinkfist, then Sober, then Pushit, Scism, Intension Forty-six and 2, and Lateralus. All followed by the amazing ending song of Ænema. The most intense of all of the songs for me was Lateralus. One of my favorite songs. I lost it at the breakdown. I was overcome with emotion and I couldn’t stand still. Being there, you couldn’t help but move to the music. 

It wasn’t until after the concert ended, that all of the emotion hit me at once. I stepped outside into the light rain, and realized what I just experienced was real, and I cried a little. I cried because I was so happy that I was able to experience such talent with my very own eyes at least once in my life and I just felt a huge release of happiness and relaxation together. Even if it is “just a band” to some people, or even if this seems like a rash over reaction, it was amazing to me. And I wish I could re-live it. I would love to see them live again and again and again. Such a rush and such excitement I have never felt before. Thank you, Tool.

Danny blew my mind all night, but Lateralus was the icing on the cake. What a talent.

Danny blew my mind all night, but Lateralus was the icing on the cake. What a talent.

I still cannot believe I got to see Tool live last night. What an incredible time.

I still cannot believe I got to see Tool live last night. What an incredible time.

My attempt at being inspired by Lateralus. It’s supposed to be the little flame eye…haha

My attempt at being inspired by Lateralus. It’s supposed to be the little flame eye…haha

I still cannot believe I am going to see Tool tonight. 

It’s really difficult to imagine the similarities held between myself and other humans. Though I lack an active imagination, I feel like sometimes others never see the world as I do. Not only when speaking of opinions but visually. I sometimes feel like I cannot describe things a certain way for fear that others wouldn’t see it as I see it, and would not understand why it has made me feel a certain way. I suppose you can relate it to music and how you interpret it as opposed to those around you. 

(Source: fuckyeahuniverse)