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Influential Factors in Individualism

Physical Characteristics

Physical characteristics are very important in my personal identity because when I look in a mirror the first thing I see is my appearance. If I don’t like my appearance then I will feel bad about myself and won’t be confident in myself or anything I do. If society doesn’t like my personal appearance then they will ostracize me or make me feel like myself is not good enough. Physical characteristics also show who you are. The first thing people notice about someone is not their personality, it is your appearance that draws people in first, this is why your appearance has to show who you are but it has to meet societies expectations as well.

Personality

Everybody has a different personality, so being true to yourself shows others who you are. If society accepts you then chances are you would have more confidence in yourself because you know society accepts you the way you are, but if nobody like you then your self esteem will decrease because  then nobody likes you strictly because of who you are. With physical characteristics you can always change and develop into societies expectations, but personality is not so easy to change. If you have a bad personality most people won’t like you that much and you probably wouldn’t  like yourself that much either.

Family

Your family has a huge impact on how you see yourself and how others see you. Your family’s traditions and ways of live affect how you act, look, and are as a person, so no matter what you are like you will always have your family behind you and hopefully they will not judge you like the rest of society. However if your family isn’t in good accords or aren’t known as a very well maintained group then others will judge you according to how they see the family, not on strictly the individual.

Love Is Blind

The well known saying “love is blind” has a variety of different meanings amongst people. To some it may mean that love happens when you least expect it. Others say that love is blind because you can be in love with a person you see everyday and if you just put a little effort into getting to know them you can find love in that. These meanings are all really exquisite but to me the saying love is blind refers to the fact that it doesn’t matter what a person looks like, or how much materialistic items they own, love can be found in many different shapes and forms. To me the person you love doesn’t have to be that good looking or rich or fancy, love looks within the heart not the eyes.

Love is a strong word that means any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can also refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from sheer enjoyment like “I loved that meal” to something as intense as “I love you”. People often use the word love to describe something that they enjoyed, such as food or a certain store, less often do people actually use the “love” to describe an intense feeling someone has for someone, or something, else. The saying love is blind is a well known saying that is now used to describe the more intense and emotional meaning of the word. One of the most controversial parts of the word love is the well established belief that a guy must fall in love with a girl and a vice versa, this belief is what is viewed so differently by people. Some people do believe that it is okay to be in love with someone the same gender as yourself. Same-sex marriage is seen in a few different ‘lights, some believe that homosexual people should be seen as obscure because their beliefs are not ok. I, however, believe that same sex marriage is okay because it shouldn’t matter what gender the person is, if you love them and you know that you love them thats all that counts. I believe that someone can fall in love with anybody.

The saying “Love is Blind” can have different purposes, within that the meaning of the word love is controversial upon itself. As much as others refer to it as I still believe that love is blind because anybody can fall in love and it doesn’t matter who you fall in love with, as long as your feeling for the other person is true is shouldn’t matter. Love is love and the only thing that matters is that you love each other, love is felt with the heart not the eyes.

The Oddness of Cheese

The other day I was starring aimlessly into the depths of the refrigerator in our family’s kitchen, looking for something both nutritious and delicious to eat. As I was standing there my  eyes kept passing by a little red circular piece of Babybel cheese. After considering eating it for a few minutes I decided that you know what, it looks really good and even though I shouldn’t eat it being lactose intolerant, I;m going to eat it because I love cheese. I grabbed the small cheese block and started unwrapping the red tinted plastic wrap, then I carefully peeled back the red wax-like substance that enveloped the goodness inside. After finally unwrapping the milky goodness known as cheese I was finally able to sink me teeth into one of my favorite foods. As I was devouring the miniscule cheese block I started thinking more in-depth about cheese. What kinds does my family normally eat, Who created cheese, and, what are some wacky cheese-related activities people around the world do?

Intrigued by the sudden questions popping into my head I got out of the comfy chair I was sitting in and looked in the fridge once again, this time zeroing in on the shelf that contained all the cheese. I wondered what specific kinds of cheese my family likes to eat. There was a few more pieces of Babybel, which is firmed, ripped, white cheese; half a pack of 2% partly skimmed, 30% less fat, Craft cheese slices; a full pack of Black Diamond cheddar cheese slices; a small pack of 90% real swiss cheese slices; half a pack of light, 25% less fat Havarti cheese slices; a full block of partly skimmed Mozzarella cheese; a container of cottage cheese; and a jar of Crafts cheese  whiz. I was astonished at how much cheese we have in our house, I never imagined that we had that large of a variety of cheese in our refrigerator.

Then after I finished eating my cheese I turned on my computer and looked up Cheese on wikipedia. I wanted to know who was the mastermind behind the making of cheese. I was kinda disappointed when the search engine said that it was undeterminable where cheese was originally created, it is believed that it was made in either Europe, Central Asia or the Middle East. Each country and area of the world has created their own kinds of cheese in history. Each different kind has contributed to the large variety, consisting of over a hundred different kinds in the world today.

Great Britain holds claim to one of, if not the, wackiest cheese related traditions in history. It all happens at Cooper’s Hill in Gloucestershire, UK.  Every year on May 30th hundreds of people gather to watch the brave souls of men and women risk life and limb chasing after a 7lb Double Gloucester cheese, the winner gets to keep the cheese they’ve chased after. This bizarre tradition has been going on for hundreds of years and some say it has its roots in pre-Roman times, and it will be going on for hundreds of years more according to locals.

Overall cheese can be more than just an average, everyday snack. It has different forms, colors, and textures and comes from all over the world. Regardless of what kind, color, or country of origin I define cheese as a delicious snack that I will always love to eat.

One’s Self en Masse

The box so full of different shades and tones,

The warm neutral colors and the bold, energetic shades.

They look so beautiful together,

But one in particular catches my eye,

That one crayon.

Each box has a variety of colors,

Together they make a beautiful rainbow.

Each color contributes to the mass,

Every crayon a special part.

That one crayon.

My eye gets drawn to that one crayon,

Somehow it it different from the rest.

The color is neither bold nor bland,

Neither exciting nor neutral.

That one crayon.

I grabbed it out of the box,

Enticed by its abnormality.

The color was so deceiving yet inviting,

It had to be my favorite color.

That one crayon.

My Leap of Faith

Last summer I had a huge leap of faith with my family. After my parents told me we were moving form my childhood home I was extremely upset, but I knew that I had to have faith that they knew what they were doing and that it was best for all of us. I will admit that I was adament that I could convince my parents to not make me move, but when all attempts failed I just decided to give in and trust my parents.

To most people moving really isn’t that big of a deal but I was born and raised in my old town, and I had been with the same class for ten years. So I found it extremely difficult to have to be forced to move away from all my friends and family. When my parents sat my sister and I down one night and told us that we were moving she didn’t have that much of a problem with it, meanwhile I was so upset and angry that I would get mad at my parents for forcing me to move. It was a hard couple of weeks, I had to coupe with the fact that I was moving almost two hours away, pack everything in my childhood home in boxes, and tell my closest friends that I had to move. Eventually I got over the fact and just gave in and boxed up my room, and after several cardboard containers, boxes of tissues, and hundreds of tears I was finally able to see the situation from my parents perspective.

My old town was a good place but it wasn’t great. It had an array of horrible people, such as alcoholics and druggies, and my parents didn’t want my sister and I to grow up with those kinds of people surrounding us. They also thought that my new town had much better educational services, like a public school, catholic school, and a collage, this influenced them greatly because my parents want us to get a good education to help us succeed in life. As much as I didn’t want to move I knew that I had to have faith in my parents that they knew what they were doing was the right decision, and I also had to have faith in god that he may lead my parents down the right path. I have always trusted what my parents’ decisions but moving was not something I wanted to do just yet. The saying ‘leap of faith’ really did happen that summer, I had to let go of my subborn ways and ‘leap’ into the idea and have faith in others.

It was incredibly difficult for me to have my leap of faith but I am very satisfied with my parents’ dercision. As much as I loved my old town, and beleive me I really did love my town and everyone in it, I have found new friends, new opportunities, and a fresh start. Overall I am surpisingly happy that I did move and I’ve decided that I should have more trust in people and if the situation calls for it I will have another leap of faith.

My Dearest Love

Her hands are soft, slender and strong,
The soft pink colors cover her skin.
Her nails are always short and stout,
They have many calluses on the upper palm.
Her hands are small, but still bigger than mine.

I watch as her hands vigorously type on a phone,
Her fingers swiftly move from one key to the next.
I sit there wondering how she can move that fast.
Then remember that’s nothing compared to seeing her text,
After a few seconds she lets her hands rest on her lap.

The sand trickles through her tan slender hands,
As her fingers lay out her chair on the Hawaiian beach.
She lays in the sun with her fingers never still,
Playing with every conch shell she can reach.
Each shell as delicate as she.

With each passing moment I envision a question I wish to ask her.
I contemplate which one to ask her,
She surveyed my puzzled face then turned her attention back to her phone.
After minutes of pondering I finally decide on my question.
“Who are you taking to that is so important?”

She closed her phone and stared off into the distance,
I imagine that she was seeking the right words to tell me.
Her eyes turned towards me now.
I prepared myself for her answer.
My dearest love, my heart throbbing Romeo, Adam.

Favorite Poems

Recently I have written some poems for my english class. Out of all of my poems these 3 are my favorite poems. I feel that they represent some of the feelings and people that I hold dear to me. My top three poems are the following.

The Fear Diminished

True Beauty

Old Friends

Change

Lives will change forever,
The current crisis that is going on.
Men and women are enveloped in worries and fears,
She feels obligated to pursue their love.
Girly, drama filled stories and secrets.

The quest to maintain their status as the most popular girls in school,
The mysterious force pulling them apart.
Because of this they have grown vastly apart,
Girls in their tight clique slowly grow apart, making new friends and new lifestyles.
The best friends are soon rivals.

One of the hardest times in life,
A master at spying.
Privacy is a privilege.
The prettiest and most popular girl in school,
They start panicking and worrying.

Tormented about their secrets.
The world is a strange place,
Their hierarchy will crumble.
People feel more pressured and nervous than ever,
It is full of anxiety, stress, and disloyalty.

What she is doing isn’t right,
They wanted to reclaim their “number one” status.
I sense an abundance of anxiety in the world.
Having a hard enough time trying to keep their secrets,
There is quite a bit of anxiety in the world today.

The Quest

I sense an abundance of anxiety in the world.
it is full of anxiety, stress, and disloyalty,
People feel more pressured and nervous than ever.
Having a hard enough time to keep their secrets,
Girly, drama filled stories and secrets.

Men and women are enveloped in worries and fears,
Tormented about their secrets.
The quest to maintain their status as the most popular girls in school,
They wanted to reclaim their “number one” status.
They start panicking and worrying.

Their hierarchy will crumble.
The mysterious force pulling them apart,
Girls in their tight clique slowly grow apart, making new friends and lifestyles.
Because of this they have grown vasty apart,
The best friends soon turn rivals.

The prettiest and most popular girl in school,
a master at spying.
She feels obligated to pursue their love.
What she is doing isn’t right.
the world is a strange place.

The current crisis that is going on,
Privacy is a privilege.
There is quite a bit of anxiety in the world today,
One of the hardest times in life.
Lives will change forever.

True Beauty

I lovingly gaze at the alluring object.
I take note of all the intricate details that fascinate me so much.
The kind compassionate complexion,
The strong, yet fragile body,
Through all the highs and lows it still seems to possess true beauty.
As I reach towards one of God’s most magnificent creations I get stabbed by the protective barrier that surrounds it,
The painstaking thorns that guard its delicate soul, gently touch my hand.
I very hastily get frustrated with the inability to receive this object,
But soon I realize the barrier is just one of the protective parts it uses to keep itself and others safe.
Then I realize that I need it in my life.
I must help it shed its sharp barrier and make it reveal the sheer beauty it possesses.
Then, and only then, will I be able to really enjoy its tender and watchful nature.
The more I gaze upon this amazing creation the more I realize that I truly love it,
Even though it has its sharp sides and harsh edges it is still beautiful and lovely.