People Are Weird. 

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By Ariel Minter

Yeah, so we all are pretty messed up. We decide we want something until it wants us back. Or we don’t want it at all until it wants to be wanted. 

We throw ourselves into situations that tempt danger. We rebel because we think it somehow makes us a badass. Like “Oh hey, check out this scar. I don’t remember how I got it really, but it’s pretty rad, huh?”. 

We do crazy things, and we brag about it. We talk about a lot of big ideas, but then decide that there are funnier things to talk about on YouTube. 

We are silly. We think we are in love, but really we just want to get laid. Or some form of connection. Or maybe we just really want to get laid. We are all intolerably insecure but we pretend that we have the confidence of giants. We continually seek others approval. We essentially stalk other people on Facebook/Twitter/whateverwebsiteyouprefer, yet we freak out over what we should text that person back or if we should at all.

We have little rules that we play games by. And we all know that you have to play games in order for something to eventually work out. We strive to have the upper hand. To have the power. To be the one who makes others disposable. Because that’s how people should be….disposable, right? 

We drink too much, smoke too much, sleep too little, and somehow manage to make it to work on time and get all of our papers in on time. Or kiss-ass so the professor works out another option for us. We say things like “Oh, we’re young and in college this is how we are supposed to act…” and that somehow justifies hangovers and sleeping around. Not that it necessarily needs to be justified, because it’s not necessarily wrong. It’s just pretty empty a lot of the time. Pretty lonely.

We look through our phones and we text as many people as we want. Or we see who we could possibly call to hang out with. We can’t stand quiet. So we turn the music up. We surround ourselves with nonsense, we watch a lot of TV and YouTube and try to find the best and trendiest new music or show. Young. Wild. Free. I just don’t know though, it doesn’t really add up. All the wackness. There seems to be a loss of realness when you can hide behind blacking out. And this isn’t some rant of blame. This is introspective. This is me. But I don’t really think I’m the only one.

Maybe it’s just me, but we are all pretty weird. 


When Everything is Made to be Broken

By Ariel Minter

It’s been a few years since the first time I heard this song. The lyrics themselves have always been a bit addicting. To me, a great song is one that gives you a sense of longing or heartache. When I first thought about why I was so attracted to it, and the way it made me feel broken, I realized that it was because it was an ensemble of words and notes that left me feeling understood.  

Across continents, countries, languages and cultures emotions remain the same. Happiness is a smile, worry is a frown, joy is dancing, and pain is tears. As humans we all seek to be understood. And sometimes, that is more easily expressed in melodies or by watching ballet. Sometimes we don’t have a way to share it or feel heard unless it’s expressed by someone else. That is when a song makes your cry. Or a movie makes you laugh like you’ll never stop. That’s why we choose a spouse, and we choose this incredible individual based on how they make us feel understood for exactly who we are. By choosing someone to be your partner in life, you are also choosing to give someone the ability to hurt you. 

I think the pain of being misunderstood, or when someone rejects you, sparks a depth of loneliness that this song captures. Where that feels the most relevant is near the end, where he sings:

Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive
And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Regardless of where you come from, what language you speak, if your 12 or 57, all you really want is to be understood and for someone to really know who you are. That is why it seems like so many relationships fail…it truly is as simple as the fact that somewhere along the way someone felt misunderstood. They didn’t feel heard. Or validated. Or important enough. It was just broken, and just like that it was over.

It took me finding out who I really was….really understanding myself, before I could even think of finding someone who I knew I wanted to be by my side all the way until “death do us part”. 

There are so many people that don’t get it, that it makes it very easy to think that the first person who does is automatically your soulmate. But, by my experience, the only way you can know you’ve found that is if every trial that should tear you both apart, only brings you closer together. This does not mean that you won’t get hurt. And it doesn’t mean that you will always understand that person or that they will always understand you. 

When you choose to live your life authentically and wholly based off of who you truly are, you cannot go wrong. If you are seeking out better ways to live every single day, you cannot go wrong. Everyone wants to feel understood. And brokenness leads to discovery. So break every once and a while. Fight for your emotions, even if it is anger and pain. Fight to find the person who understands you and fights back for you. Be brave. Let someone know who you are.