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5 characters that everyone has written

You have written every single one of these characters at least once. Don't deny it.

1. The Favorite Secondary

You totally fangirl over this character. They are your child. Too bad they aren't your main character. You'll have to kill them because they're too perfect for this world.

2. That One Character Who is the Opposite MBTI Type as You

Why is my main character for my NaNoWriMo novel an ISTJ? How did this happen? How is it so easy to get inside her head when our cognitive functions have an opposite stacking? One of life'a greatest mysteries.

3. That One Character Who Totally Isn't a Self-Insert

No, she just happens to be an ENFP who looks like me but better and everyone loves. Obviously.

4. The One You Forgot About

Halfway through the novel you realize you haven't mentioned this one character since Chapter 3. Shoot. You now either have to kill them or make them do something awesome. Or both.

5. The Stereotype

Either an outgoing blond character or a quiet dark haired character. Don't act like you don't have one.


Now that you've realized that I know all of your darkest secrets, go out and make more original characters!

Why is writing a blog post so monumentally hard for me?

Really? Why can't i stick to a posting schedule? Why can't i ever think of anything interesting to write? Why is life so hard? Why am i more interesting in crying over fake people than in writing stuff for real people? Why am i a cat? Why do chocolate chip cookies taste so much better when you put walnuts in them? Why are INFPs so inescribably adorable? Why am i letting my salmon go cold so i can write a blog post that will inevitably not be followed by another one for months?

General Observations About the Planet

• The kind of people who dislike cats are also the kind of people who watch the movie but don't read the book.
• The kind of perfume people wear often reflects their personalities.
• One's favorite color actually has no insights into your personality at all.
• Kids' shows/movies are infinitely better than the kind for older people.
• Pets are great listeners when it comes to talking about your problems.
• Non-fatal food allergies are easily ignored when you consider how good the food tastes.
• Scented candles make everything 434578% better.
• The most painful experiences in life are childbirth, breaking a bone, and stepping on a lego...in that order.
• Comic Sans is an insult to the universe's intelligence.
• Cats are much smarter than humans.
• IXFXs are fantastic snugglers, INFJs have the most random thoughts, and INTJs are hilarious.
• Disney is one of God's greatest gifts to the world.
• Jamming out to your music on headphones is so incredibly cathartic.

You know that feeling...

...when you read something you wrote when you were 12? When you look at the awkward emails you sent as a socially inept 13-year-old? When you see the weird poses you did when you were 7, immortalized in a photo album.

We all know that feeling. The feeling of complete and total humiliation for your past self over what you thought was hilarious or cute. The shame over your complete lack of skill in writing even basic sentences. The embarrassment that you were so tactless and awkward and the wish to go back in time and throat-punch your past self.

It's so overwhelming and terrible that you drop your face into your hands and groan loudly. You bang your face on a desk or wall until you accidentally bruise your forehead and feel even more embarrassed. You cringe until you collapse. You wrap your blanket around your entire body and declare yourself to be a burrito of shame.

The worse part of this is that it never stops happening. You don't stop doing stuff you'll later find humiliating whenever you reach a certain age. It will keep happening for your whole life, hounding you with terrible grammar, awkward poses, and dumb jokes. (Mom just told me that she learned to laugh it off...but I'm ignoring that for the sake of my rant.) You will never erase the memory of that one stupid thing you said to your friend Emily that you thought was so funny as a 9 year old. You will never be able to erase the image of your 6-year-old self with your arms dramatically held out for a picture. The embarrassment will follow you everywhere.

You will never escape the cringing.

Success!

I figured out how to change the background color on my posts to white (it involved a lot of CSS, HTML, and time.)

New Name and Template

I decided to re-rename my blog. I thought for awhile and eventually decided on Reverie, a French word meaning "daydream." In English vernacular, it means a state of being lost in one's thoughts.

Also, my blog is currently under construction. I can't for the life of me figure out how to change the color of my post background. If anyone knows how, please let me know...I've tried everything. >.<

Chanel No. 5 smells like my great grandma, and other musings

A Bottle of Expensive Disappointment

Imagine being a 5'2" 14 year old girl with serious attention span issues and an interest in anything that would destroy your wallet. You're in the mall with your mom and best friend and a mission to get new hand soap, a wallet, and a cute yellow shirt you saw at Forever 21 even though you don't really like yellow. You come in through Dillard's, which, in case you didn't know (not you as me, you as yourself) is full of expensive everything, including perfumes. As you walk through, your mother mentions that a month or so before you had mentioned that one of your life goals was to smell the world's most famous perfume--Chanel No. 5. You all decide to search for it among the Dior, Givenchy, and Estee Lauder. Lo and behold, just as you are about to abandon the search in favor of buying cheaply scented foaming soap at Bath and Body Works, your mom tells you to look. Just down the counter is a display of Mlle Coco Chanel's scents, among them, of course, the jasmine-and-sandalwood holy grail of ridiculously expensive perfumes: Chanel No. 5. Elated, you spritz it onto a test card and prepare to achieve a life goal. What hits your nostrils is highly reminicent of the smell of your father's grandmother--baby powder and mothballs. You attempt to put a bold face on it and smile at your companions. "It smells expensive," you weakly offer. But that's not all it smells like. It also smells like elderly women who sit around and play cards and crochet multicolored lap warmers.

That was my (slightly less dramatic than the above retelling) experience today. What I was expecting to smell like rich French fashion icons and fulfilled dreams smelled like my great-grandmother.

I'm not the only one who thinks this way, however; a lot of people share my sentiment. I googled "chanel no 5 smells like an old lady" and there were quite a few results (none of which I really feel like posting since they just say exacly what I said.)

However, there are also many people who say stuff like this:

I have often heard people say that CHANEL No. 5 smells like an old grandma perfume, but those who say that, don’t deserve to be wearing CHANEL No. 5 in the first place. If you think it smells like an old-lady fragrance, then you obviously don’t understand it.  And to those who have never given it some time, I suggest you do as it is one of the handful of fragrances that I believe every “real” woman should wear at least once in her life.

Well, ma'am...you're probably right. I really am not the kind of person who would or should wear it. I don't "understand" it, as you say. I mean, my favorite scent is Endless Weekend from Bath and Body Works; not exactly on the same level as an over-$100 perfume.

Arbitrarily 21

 Stores have the weirdest names. Take Forever 21, for example. What does "forever 21" mean? Does it mean that you will always be 21? Then, honey, I have a news flash: it doesn't work that way. And why 21? Why not 18? Why not 22? *22 by Taylor Swift plays* Um...anyway. The majority of people who shop there are teens, anyhow; they haven't even turned 21 yet. 

Speaking of which, so many stores are named after people or at least sound like it. Kohl's, Dillard's Aeropostale, Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, Charlotte Russe, Maurice's, and J. C. Penney, to name a few. I guess it makes sense; if I had started a huge chain store I'd probably name it after myself. It's easier than coming up with one.

We Don't Believe What's on Your iPhone

Today, I had a conversation with my friend that got me thinking. We were talking about music and I mentioned that I was torn about my music; I wished 21 Pilots was played on the radio more, but that would mean (in my own words) "it would be mainstream, and that would be terrible." 

Why is it that people like me are so obsessed with the idea of not being mainstream? Is it because we want people to notice that we don't do things the way everyone else does so that they'll think about the pack mentality of American popular culture? Because, if that's the case, it's a pretty dumb reason, seeing as the only thing that happens when you don't like popular things is that you become an outcast. 

Is it because there's a sort of superiority you feel when you aren't like everyone else? That could make sense; it really satisfies your pride to know something that others don't.

But if it's based on pride, then should we stop being "alternative" because pride isn't a good thing? Should we choose instead to swallow our pride and feelings of superiority and embrace what everyone else does? Should we burn our record albums (which we actually listen to), stacks of books, and band shirts in favor of iPhones, Instagram, and crop tops? No, that isn't a good solution.

Honestly, I haven't thought of a good solution yet. If you do, would you leave a comment please?

Your favorite unicorn-cat,
Sophi