Life in plastic, it's fantastic

So I decided that the stupidest question ever is asking someone how they are.

because A) you really dont give a shit and you are just being nice

and B) 99.9% of the time they will answer "Im good, thanks! you?" because they are being nice too.

It doesn't matter if they have had the crappiest day ever or they just found out that the world is coming to an end.. it's the answer you can bet they will say. It's funny though like at work when I ask someone how they are just to be nice, and they give me this long ass story about how their car broke down, they found out the moon isn’t really made of cheese and a bird pooped on them several times. It kinda just blows you away because of all the line of customers up to the milk cooler just because you asked someone a simple question and they are telling you a novel. I actually laugh when customers ask me how I am and then when I say good they call me out and are like “are you really good, or are you just paid to say that?”

Honestly though, it just makes me feel really fake. For example- last week my grandpa died, so people were asking me how I was out of sympathy. But of course, the typical
"Im good!!" answer came out of my mouth…even though I wasnt good and was really upset. I didnt realize until afterwards they were asking out of kindness since my grandpa
died.. But again, did they really want to know my true feelings and do they really care or were they just being nice?

I would like to think people really cared. Maybe no one would cry. *enter really lame Nickel Back lyrics here*


It just kind of frustrates me to think about how fake the world really is. And how fake I really am. I know I’ve never been one to show my real emotions.. so Im not going to start suddenly spilling my guts after someone asks how I am.

But again... I think a certain amount of fakeness does make the world go around. Do you really always wanna hear what people honestly think about you every single time you ask?
Do you really want to listen to a stranger babble on about their day for 6 hours? I know I personally would want to stink to the bottom of the ocean and never come up if the world was that honest.

It's kinda funny though how Im talking about how I don't really want to hear about everyones day in my blog. But it's cute 'cause if you read this far that means
you really do want to hear about mine. :)

hahaha Im a bitch.
(btw it took a week but I did post again!! This is kinda a good sign js.)

you're so adorable!

Lets get something straight, k?


I HATE being called adorable. Now if the large font on hate didn't explain it enough for you, here's why.

It honestly never bothered me before, but now it's all I get. Sure, it use to bring butterflies to my stomach when someone would call me adorable.. but that was a while ago. I know adorable is nice, and when people call me adorable it is a good thing... but when that's all you hear, it's sometimes like "Only adorable? Why aren't I anymore than adorable. I'm beyond adorable, damn it!!"

the author formally known as stach89

Another day, another blog. To be honest, I don’t even know why I started a new one, I still have my live journal. Sure, I haven’t updated it for about a year, but you have to be in a certain mood to blog, which I rarely have anymore. So I guess we will see how long this one lasts me. It’s funny though because almost everyone starts their blog/journal the same way as I just did. Explaining why they are starting a new one, and promising the Blog God’s that they will update their new one more… until like 6 months later they are saying the same thing again in a brand new journal.

But when I go back and re-read my old posts and stuff I wrote a couple years ago, it makes me glad that I actually took the time to write in it. Even if 99.9% of the stuff I wrote is pointless and means nothing now, I can see how much I’ve changed and how much I have over came. So if I’m having a bad day or whatever, I can see how I was and who I am now, and it makes me feel so much better.

I'm starting to feel really stupid now writing this. I know no one will read it, I know no one will comment on it.. but I'm not sure why that bothers me. I know from when I had my LJ, I would be scared of what I wrote because I wasn't sure who would read it. But now that basically no one knows about this journal, I can say whatever I want. I can pretend to be whoever I want to be even. It gives me much more room to be creative, and I like that.

I guess thats all for today though. We'll see how long it takes before this blog collects cyber dust. Personally, I wouldnt bet your college funds on it because it took me about 2 months to even write my first post. But we'll see. :)