Being unique is putting a curse on yourself.

I believe that being unique is a bad quality. 

When you are a child, people tell you to be different. People will tell you that the thing you hate about yourself  "make you unique" or "make you who you are" and they say it like its such an amazing thing to be different. This is probably the most inaccurate piece of information I ever heard as a child. When you grow up, being unique is not what is good. Being unique is bad. Being different gets you bullied and makes people be mean to you. Being unique doesn't let you fit in with the popular girls so instead you are stuck sitting at the table of outcasts at lunch. Outcasts=unique people. You don't want to be bullied, so you don't want to be different. Being the same gets you friends and popularity points and NOT bullied. If you are the same as the mean girls and all their friends, you get to be part of their group instead of getting bullied by their group. 

Things as irrelevant as your shoes can get you hated on. If all the popular kids at school have Birkenstocks and you have super cool shoes from Africa, no one is going to care that your shoes are from Africa. All anyone will see is that you aren't wearing the cool shoes so you must be  loser. People are cruel but inequality over something as stupid as shoes is stupid. 

If every popular girl at the school i blonde and the new girl is brunette, she won't fit in with them so they won't like her so she will become an outcast just like that. Poof, your hair ruined the next 4 years of your life.

Being unique is a curse, don't curse yourself.

9-15-15

A woman came up to me the other day and asked me a question that I think about bvery frequently. She asked me, "If you were to die today, where would you go?". She was asking a biblical question refering to whether I would go to Heaven with God or Hell with Satan. The thing about answering this question, is that I don't know where I would go, nor does anyone else. I presume a strong believing Christian woman could say she read the bible five times over and goesa to church every sunday and prays an awful lot, but she can't say she will die and go to Heaven as a fact. It is a belief that you will go to Heaven, not a positive fact that can't change or be wrong. What if there isn't even a real Heaven and all the people who wrote the bible were just delusional fools who claimed there was a voice in their head telling them to write the "Bible". Or maybe they were all just schizophrenic and called the voices "God" because the voices directed them as a God would. There is no actual proof of Heaven at all, nor Hell so how can you know what happens when you die? Maybe there is a God but he reincarnates you so you'll live a million lives. No one knows, and no one will know until they die.

Chapters 6 and 7

The "sign that came down from the world of grown-ups" was a corpse attached to a parachute from the plane. It was a sign that opened the boys' eyes to the seriousness of their circumstance. It showed them that no matter what they do, they will not be able to control whether or not they get rescued. This part of the book it extremely important because it is the part of the book where the boys finally realize their incident is not a joke and can not be taken lightly. The boys finally understand they can not joke around anymore and need to buckle down and get to work or they will not live. Finally, the boys realize that this is all about survival and if you do not survive, then you should have tried harder.

Chapter 5

”He found himself understanding the wearisome of life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent looking at one's feet.”



I think that this quote refers to how most of one's life is spent looking down and not looking around and appreciating what is around us. We as humans are oblivious to the majority of our lives. Even though we may not notice, our lives are a blur and we can not help but to go through life and not “smell the roses” as we have heard the saying as children. Our lives are a state of confusion and the majority of the human race lives their whole live in that state of mind. This quote tells how this is actually how people live and it is normal. Everyone gets distracted or does not pay attention sometimes. Everyone gets unsocial sometimes and does not want to talk to everyone else or want to just listen to music. No one notices everything and no one always knows what is going on. People go through life confused and do not view and appreciate all the little things. This is natural. Though it is very sad, we truly can not fully change it. 

Chapter 4

At the beginning of the book, I thought there needed to be a leader and there needed to be assigned jobs and everyone needed to follow along with Ralph's ideas. After reading chapter 4, I changed my mind. In chapter 4, Jack kills his first pig, brags about the gore, and forgets to keep the fire going so it went out and a passing ship did not see them. Ralph blamed Jack for his issues with keeping the fire alive, and Jack felt bad and apologized. This shows that Jack doesn't respect Ralph as a leader and doesn't follow the guidelines on how the jobs were distributed. This made me decide that leadership is not necessary on the island. If there is a fight with dominance then the other people who want to become leaders like Ralph will not obey Ralph's rules as a guide for the rest of the boys. Leadership is not necessary unless the leader can have the other people obey, if not then the leader's position is worthless and unnecessary. There must be an agreement among all the people for a government to work. Reading how Jack and Ralph's conflict affected the group, I do not believe leadership or government is necessary any longer.

Dear Auntie,
Hello Auntie. How have you been? Is the war over yet? I miss you so much Auntie. I am sorry I have not been able to write lately, I'm sure you have been worried sick. Our plane crashed. It was shot down on our way to the safe place. We didn't even make it to wherever we were heading. When our plane crashed, we ended up on a small island in the middle of nowhere. It isn't inhabited and it seems as if the other boys and I are the only animals, besides a few pigs. I do not like the other boys Auntie. They are not nice to me. Whenever I have good ideas, they don't even respect me enough to give me the effort to listen. They call me Piggy, you know how I hate being called Piggy. I really don't like it here. There is not much food here either. There are a few pigs, if we get the nerve to kill them, and some fruits and trees. I miss your candies Auntie. I really wish I could come home to you and eat your candies and be away from these boys. I love and miss you.

Love, "Piggy"