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The (Un)importance of Individualism

Published March 10, 2014 by Britt

When you’re a happy little kid and you’re so incredibly naive, your parents, teachers, and family all tell you “Be yourself! People will accept you for who you are!” You believe them. Their voices are in the back of your mind saying “It’s okay! You’ll do great!”

And then reality slams into you in the form of growing up. And learning. Life’s not as sugar coated like they like to make out in elementary school. People aren’t as sugar coated and adorable as they are in elementary school.

I like to consider myself an individual. I try my hardest to tell the world that I am a gosh darn person (not a robot), I’m amazeballs, I can do anything, this is my world and you’re living in it, I’m better than you. I’m me. I’m proud to be me. I’m that girl who freshman year carried around a jar of dirt. I know somewhere, someone is still wondering why I did that.

Let me explain to you a thing. That jar is an accurate representation of how society deals with individualism. They hide it. They steal it. They make fun of it. They come up with nicknames for it. They act like terrible people about it. That gave me a glimpse into humanity.

I had a teacher tell me the other day “You’re probably one of the most intelligent people at this school, Brittany. But you have to conform some one day.”

If conforming means acting like a terrible, god awful bag of trash, I don’t want to conform. Not saying that the teacher’s a bag of trash; I actually really like him. I’m saying society is a bag of trash. I don’t want to be a bag of trash. Sometimes I feel like it, and I hate that feeling. But even if I am a sack of trash, here’s my message to society:

I’m better trash than you.

Society should be trying harder to encourage individuality. Parents should teach children to be more accepting and not act like little pieces of crap. School should not only be a place for book learning, it should be a place for learning how to deal with people. People who are different from you, and situations that are different from anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s meant to help you adapt and deal with people. Probably the biggest thing school has taught me is that conformity makes you into a brainless, mean, person.

But then again, individualism scares people away too. I get hurt sometimes because I think that I’m not included in the conversations. People don’t come to me for help with their life issues, even though I really do want to help. Friend, I love you, I want to make you feel better, don’t push me away. I hate that. I think of it and I want to curl up in a ball and cry for seven million years. It makes me not want to come to other people for help, because if they don’t trust me with their issues, why should I trust them with mine?

Yes, that sounds not fair. It’s just a sign that I seriously don’t have any idea of what to do with my life in the future, and I’m probably going to end up on welfare or in a cardboard box. Or at least as a starving artist surrounded by starving cats.

Ironically, I’m allergic to cats.

Things like this make me not want a future. I don’t know if I want to deal with people for the rest of my life, because people make me upset. I need to find an outlet for this. I need a place to be free.


Reviews with a Mug Brownie: Matched by Allie Condie

Published February 18, 2013 by Britt

Actually a pickle. Close enough.

Plot: Cassia has always trusted the Society to make the right choices for her: what to read, what to watch, what to believe. So when Xander’s face appears on-screen at her Matching ceremony, Cassia knows with complete certainty that he is her ideal mate… until she sees Ky Markham’s face flash for an instant before the screen fades to black.

The Society tells her it’s a glitch, a rare malfunction, and that she should focus on the happy life she’s destined to lead with Xander. But Cassia can’t stop thinking about Ky, and as they slowly fall in love, Cassia begins to doubt the Society’s infallibility and is faced with an impossible choice: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she’s known and a path that no one else has dared to follow.

Uggghhh. Well, I’ve noticed that there is a significant lack of young adult novels on my blog, especially considering I am now 16 years old and that’s exactly what I should be reading, right? The main reason I don’t is because I take a very cynical approach to YA. General rules of thumb:

  • Boring teenage girl
  • Girl wants guy who is bad for her
  • Friendboy wants her too
  • She can’t decide
  • She stirs the pot in society since she matters so much
  • And then she goes with the bad guy.

And hey guess what? Matched followed the exact same rule of thumb plot. It’s another novel that’s shooting its arrows into the Hunger Games/dystopian kick. Just like there are people biting into the Twilight sparkly vampire thing. Most of the YA fiction nowadays is biting into a kick, and it’s all so poorly written, with the notable exceptions of those who set the trends to begin with. Even then, Twilight was bad, and Hunger Games was okay. Not great, but okay. Although, I don’t remember this happening with Harry Potter, or Percy Jackson. But then again, I was six when I started reading HP, and Percy Jackson is hard to pull off a spinoff without sounding exactly the same.

Okay, back on topic. Matched. I ended up getting this book for my birthday from Watson, and I’m sorry sweetie, but I have to tear into it. Where oh where do I begin? The caption is kind of misleading, since she had no idea the buddy Xander would come on there. She was freaking out anyway. And there was also some random artifacts, like an old compact, that seemed to have hardly any explanation besides it’s cool and belonged to my great grandmother. I don’t know why she chose a compact, it has no use in this universe, it’s just a thing.

There are also several mentions of several girls that just kind of… disappear. They’re unimportant, yet they still get mentioned and become a “What happened to the mouse?” scenario.

And while I was reading, I wanted to smack Cassia because the story should have ended around the eighth chapter. Yeah, you got what you wanted. You’re special. Oops, there was a mistake. No big deal. Go on with your life. That guy’s bad for you, no big deal. Move on. Be happy. NO. STOP. BE HAPPY WITH THE GUY YOU WANTED. STOP CREATING THIS STUPID UNNECESSARY LOVE TRIANGLE.


Yes, these teenagers are given way too much power in these novels. Like they can honestly make a difference, especially given how stupid my generation is. Shut up, YA novels.

Also, the writing was bad. One thing I hate in novels is “I think I will do…” It doesn’t flow nicely in my head when it comes to teenagers. When I’m talking, or thinking, I use I’ll. I don’t use I will because it doesn’t sound good in my head. I just… ugh, who lets these people write? I need to write an angry letter to some editors. Grrrr.

And weird names are weird. Ky? Cassia? Xander? Really? I’m seeing a significant amount of C names pop up with main characters in these novels.


Coming up next: Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. I need to go back to reading that won’t make me lose brain cells.

Allow me to share how socially awkward I am.

Published January 20, 2013 by Britt

As you may know by now, I spend a lot of time of my life fangirling over books and TV shows and other things like that. While I’m doing this, I spend a lot of time under a social rock. I’m pretty aware of current events in the world, but as far as the rumor mill and social happenings, I know nothing.

This was demonstrated the other day when in my chemistry class the word “ratchet” came up in some context I can’t remember. My chemistry teacher laughs and thinks that she should start using that more.

Me, being a complete moron in this subject because again, I live under a social rock, said that I have no idea what ratchet means. The teacher thought I of all people should know what that means. I still didn’t by the end of the class, even though my friend showed me this video. I still have no idea what I watched when seeing this video.

Most of the terms people use in society nowadays I don’t understand. It’s like they’re speaking Japanese or something. And there are no subtitles in real life, so some girl may spout off  “That ratchet hoe is triflin!!!”

In my head, that means “That tool farm tool is pie!!!”

I know that doesn’t mean that, so I smile and nod and quickly run to UrbanDictionary later to figure out that “That diva, mostly from urban cities and ghettos, that has reason to believe she is every mans eye candy is shady!” and then that still doesn’t make any sense.

I don’t understand why they say the n-word as a term of endearment (I’ve mentioned this before, and when I hear it I want to throw a history book at people) and I don’t understand why people sag their pants and wear hardly any clothes. I want to throw a dictionary at people CONSTANTLY.

I don’t fit in with society at all. I’m just going to go back to my books now. I’m reading Neil Gaiman and he’s great. 😀

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