Discourses different style

A stem grows, support for something to come Quiet, calm, nothing special..yet. But then, it forms a bud, which sits in wait For the day when it is noticed. As the flower blooms, no matter what kind Rose, Tulip, Daffodil Its root will support it and give it life As a primary discourse shaping a secondary. And as discourses, if the flower is cared for, Pruned, watered, fed, Then it will grow a certain way, based on the atmosphere around it. However, if too much 'care' is given, All flowers would be alike, with no room for individuality. Society does the same to us, it restrains us and molds us to be like all the rest. And also, if a flower is crowded, it won't have room to develop as it wants If we are jumbled up and expected to act the same, it can confuse us and our discourses. And then, flowers and discourses are changed by time and experience. As a flower ages, it learns to withstand wind and nature And as we age, we learn to deal with life's emotional problems. Both grow stronger from experience. But. If the experience they have causes permanent damage, Whether it be a snapped stem or a betrayal, It will change the being to be different; more cautious, or maybe dampened. Time causes changes, good and bad, to discourses. If the atmosphere changes, it causes changes. Switching caretakers or friends can cause big differences. A flower can become weaker or stronger, Milder or more wild. Some may adapt more completely, While others will integrate their past with their present. The past life they led will always affect them But the current life they lead is the one that rules them. There was once a flower That sprouted in a greenhouse With a caring gardener to keep it out of harm's way. Then it was taken outside, exposed to the world, But the gardener tried to stop it from free growth, From it's own path. When the gardener was away, the flower made friends And was influenced and changed because of it. The flower went from shy and quiet, isolated and collected To bubbly with dazzling colors, blooming with explosion to attract butterflies. It learned to live and have fun, and make others laugh. Who's the flower? Me.

Response to D/discourse

A Discourse is basically a manner of behavior and personality consisting of different combinations of speech, attitude, and actions. My main discourse that my friends see is a really hyper, bubbly one. However, people who either don't know me or who I don't know see a pretty quiet and collected, intelligent person. This can occasionally cause some confusion or complication for me when I revert to one or the other when I'm in the wrong atmosphere, like when I'm quiet around my friends because I don't have much to say. That makes them think something's wrong. But with the opposite, if I'm loud in class, everyone is surprised that such a little girl could be 'like that'. My Discourses usually help me though, since they're so different. I can use them in completely opposite situations and still be appropriate. My Discourses reveal themselves differently based on where I am and who I'm with; for example, if I'm with a teacher I don't know, I'm generally a bit held back, but if I'm with my best friends then I can be as crazy as I want to be. And neither feels really unnatural for me. For me, I feel like my primary discourse was a calm, innocent and intelligent one, but it doesn't seem as 'me' anymore, not like my loud, excited side. It's like I morphed into a different person over the years and changed from a quiet person to *BOOM*

Response to "Fat Jaguar Versus Fat Elephant: FIGHT!"

This blog from fatshionista.com is about people who are overweight was written by a woman weighing over 300 pounds. She is speaking to the people who believe that being fat is unhealthy and bad, and she argues that it's not that fat people don't fit in the world (or its chairs), it's that the world and all it's products aren't designed well enough to fit them. She believes that she is perfectly healthy and that her fat is not causing her ill. She thinks that all bodies are individual with different amounts of fat and there is no 'healthy norm' that every person must meet. The author conveys her message though her harsh and angry tone and officially, kind of sharp sounding words. I can recognize her tone by the amount of repetition she uses, stating her point multiple times as if to knock it into a disbeliever's head. She argues that chairs and other difficult products that are not one size fits all are not made in nature, therefore, it is not to be assumed that people are to be naturally not fat. She compares the jaguars and the elephants to the weights of humans, demonstrating that diversity in weight DOES exist in the wild. I both agree and disagree with this author. I feel like yes, society should be more accommodating to all body sizes and types, but I still think that there are certain health problems related to being overweight. Fat is also a natural thing, and is often genetic, so no matter how hard a person tries, they may not be able to obtain a 'healthy' body that is accepted by society's standards. I don't expect people to all be at the same weight or fat level, and it's not necessarily that they're at a disadvantage to others either, I just feel like some people who are overweight are so because they do nothing to try to get in shape, and in those cases, there ARE health problems attached.

Loyalty or Betrayal?

I believe in the need for loyalty versus betrayal. I have been betrayed plenty enough times in my life, more than I care to try to relive, and it's the worst feeling in the world to know that someone you trusted beyond anything would crush you, even if it's without intent. Friends, family, potential relationships, it doesn't matter where it comes from, but loyalty is a must if the connection is to last any length of time. Once the loyalty starts to go, so does the relationship with any person. One very big betrayal was committed to me, and from the worst possible source; from my one time best friend and the one I thought I loved. Just a year ago, I met him and became friends with him. I started to feel for him but tried to ignore it, not wanting to face the possibility of destroying my relationship with him, as my best friend. The summer went on, and we got closer and closer until I finally couldn't take it anymore and told him how I felt about him. I wasn't expecting anything from him nor did I really want anything from him, I just needed him to know. After he found out, he always made jokes about it, but I didn't care. He was my best friend. Finally, at the end of summer, I felt like he might feel the same way about me, and then the next day, I found out he was dating someone and had been for a week. He never told me any of it, and I was in shock. We still remained friends though, and I even became friends with his girlfriend. Months went by, I moved on completely, and they broke up. Then...something strange. He started becoming extremely clingy and I was worried and confused that I could like him again. Then he confessed, leaving me wildly confused. But I said yes to going out with him, with my parents approval. They didn't want me to date anyone, and definitely not him. I told him, and he said it was fine. And then....he disappeared. Completely left me hanging emotionally, had fun with all his friends but me, and he had said he loved me. I was depressed, I didn't know what to do because I TRUSTED him, how could I not? Even as every day he spent almost every minute with his ex girlfriend, and hardly any at all with me. This misery lasted 2 months. Until one day, he called me, sparking happiness in my mind. Then...are you ready? "I don't know how to tell you this, but...I like someone else." BAM! Out of nowhere! I thought things were okay! And when did he tell me he no longer liked me? I found out he had liked her for a month, and had stopped liking me a week after confessing. The only reason I thought I liked, maybe even loved him, was because he had told me he loved ME. Also, I later found out that he had still been making out with his ex girlfriend while I thought the one he liked was me. So much for trusting him. I couldn't get over it. Oh, I stopped liking him within 24 hours, realizing I never really had re-liked him. But the betrayal? The breaking of my trust with disregard to my feelings? The asking her out the very next morning? How could I forgive it so quickly and remain friends with him? Well, I did. I did my best, and I still talk to him, but it's not the same at all. That betrayal changed everything, as well as his new girlfriend. I am no longer his best friend, and he is no longer mine, and sometimes I get irritated with him for no reason that he can see. I really think that we would still be best friends if he had told me immediately when he realized he had no feelings for me, rather than leading me along in misery for 2 months and then breaking me. But what can you do? He clearly didn't believe in me to remain his friend after him telling me, or he was too cowardly to tell his best friend how he felt. And then, after that betrayal, there was another we both committed; we drifted away. to be continued/edited/etc it's too storylike but there you have it