The Social Porcupine

Thank whoever tagged you, then link to him/her and the creator ( Melissa Gravitis ).  Thanks,  Tori ! You seem to find a lot of fun tags ;D  Go through your old journals (writing or otherwise), and share something from them: from world-building to sketches, to random quotes, to an entry, to short snippets of writing! And if you feel like it needs explaining, go for it! Tag at least five other bloggers. Feel free to use the header image! Have fun! I love journaling. I mean I've done two posts about it so far (three counting this one). The Art of Journaling and Smile Every Day, Then Write Why .  First, I have a lot of journals! I'm currently on #34.  I'm going to share about my first journal, and the first three pages of it, since that won't be too embarrassing I hope.  One of my aunts gave me this for my ninth birthday. I had never heard of a journal before and it felt weird at first, but I loved it! And I named all the cats on

Firsts are sweet. My memories are full of  firsts: My first baby doll.  My first sister.  My first time seeing my mom's parents. My first entertainment park.  My first best friend.  My first time leaving home.  My first time feeling like I was in love.  But firsts can also be hard: The first time your friend says they hate you.  Your first breakup.  When the world first seems dark and threatening and suffocating.  The first time you feel like you really hate someone. The first time you wish that you don't belong anywhere.  Firsts aren't always sweet. Sometimes they are miserable and you want to forget them forever by creating  new  firsts. I've come to see that most of us are trying to forget a  ruined first  by pursuing the thrills of  firsts Visiting a new country.  Meeting someone of another ethnicity.  Hiking three days in the wilderness.  Riding a bus.  But once those  firsts  are over, the thrill doesn't remain. And I&

We writers love words. Many of us love speaking these words aloud almost as much if not more than writing. That's because we have opinions - opinions we believe ought to be shared. Even to the point of friendly   discussion unless that's impossible because someone completely stupid won't understand . But sometimes we opinionated verbalists take a moment and realize we need to fuel our minds and stabilize our opinions with facts.   That's why, occasionally, we choose to listen . lis·ten ˈlis(ə)n verb 1. give one's attention to a sound. synonyms: hear , pay attention, be attentive,  attend ,  concentrate noun 1. an act of listening to something.                                                                                  Origin:                                                                                       Old English  hlysnan  ‘pay attention to,’ of Germanic origin.          

Life is one of those things that is tough, I think most will agree. Whether you're an angty teen or drowning in the waters of # adulting  I think most of us find that we all have struggles and half of that struggle is searching for a way to just be done struggling. "Can't I just smile and breathe for a moment?" But there's no time for either. Life was really tough for awhile. Eating, writing, working—all of it was a struggle. I spent my days dreaming of sleeping. Because when I sleep that's the only time I don't have to feel, to remember, to do anything (I'm one of those lucky people that sleep easily and never have dreams to bother me as I sleep) . But . . . I didn't want to sleep my life away. And I didn't want to live it depressed, either, It was so hard, but every day I had to want this over and over and over. It was exhausting. And sometimes I wondered if it was worth the effort. But I pressed on. I did a lot of thing

I thought about writing this post as satire, but decided to give y'all a little break from my normal upbeat resolutions-are-last-years'-garbage HAPPY NEW YEAR! posts. Example: Irresolutions Instead, I want to beg all of you to not delete your social media accounts. At least not yet. You see, I love social media. But without all of you — it wouldn't be social. And online media is no fun without others to enjoy it with. I mean, if I were really that introverted I'd just stick to movies and books for my media desires. But I'm an extrovert. January 1, 2015, while half making a professional guess as I have no statistics available at the moment  of the world deleted their FB accounts I opened mine. I had two reasons for getting a Facebook. I wanted to be able to keep in contact with all the friends I was making as I started doing a lot of traveling, and to also keep in contact with my family through pictures. I wanted to use Facebook as a platform for m