Don’t let anyone walk all over you.
Some people are takers, not givers. Some people are selfish and want the best for them, not others. Some people you will devote all your time and love to, but they will not give back. Some people put you down and trample you, no matter how much kindness you show them. Some people never change.
This might surprise you, but Bolts of Bravery is authored by me, a thirteen-year-old girl. I do believe I understand a lot of things and rethink and try to search for deeper meanings when even adults don’t. But one thing I do not understand at all is my cousin.
Not only does she try to hurt me, offend me, or stab my feelings and emotions with words sharper than a knife, but she is a liar, a fake, and she cares nothing if she ruins other people’s possessions.
She is constantly picking on me for everything. When she knows I have a weakness or something I am extremely self conscious of, she will milk that as much as possible against me.
We always stay at my grandmother’s house together, and she is constantly getting us both into trouble and being a bad influence overall. When she makes a mess, breaks something, or gets caught, she denies everything and makes up a million lies, pulling me along with her into the trap. Later on I get furious at her for lying over everything, and for doing whatever it was we got in trouble for in the first place. She doesn’t care, and ends up calling me a pathetic loser.
Most of her friends are older than she is, but that’s only because she tries to act so cool and impress everyone, and everyone believes her fake life that she’s always living in front of them. I know how she truly is. Around me she acts crazy, but around other people, everything she does is a put-on. When she’s on the phone with other people when I’m around, she’ll tell them how stupid, annoying, and immature I am, even when I’m not doing anything at all.
I’m not quite sure what her problem is. I am sure that sometimes I just never want to see her again, never want to speak to her again. When we’re together is her, her, her, whatever she wants to do goes. I’m also sure that’s she’s basically two different people, but both of them are horribly mean. However, I’m unsure of why I still do like her all at the same time. We have so much fun together. But she’s constantly getting on my last nerve.
She walks all over me. She pick at all of my weaknesses. She could be self conscious with herself, and that’s why she points out my faults and tries to impress others. But I don’t see why she should be self conscious. She has parents that adore her, spend so much time with her, but let her have the freedom she wants. Boys, even older guys, fall all over her. And somehow she has friends. Surely these friends only like her because they don’t know how she really is.
She has even told me before she doesn’t care about giving to the sick, the elderly, or the poor. She told me why should she donate her good money when it would be better to spend it on herself. She’s downright selfish. I’m pretty much the opposite of her, I’ve realized. I love giving to others and helping other people. I love going to the nursing home and just seeing the old people smile, because they have no one else but here comes a young person to see them. She thinks everything and everyone is stupid and in her way.
I think this post is actually me being angry with her. I doubt I’m solving anything here. But I need to get it out, because I’ve dealt with it for thirteen years now. As long as I have known her, she’s been this way. But it gets worse and worse as we get older and into our teenage years. I dread the next few years to come.
But like I said, I hate being around her, but I love being around her at the same time. My other friends are, dare I say, positively boring. I do like having fun and having thrills, and I can only do that with my cousin. I do have a lot of fun with her, but she can be very mean and selfish and only care about herself, no matter how nice or giving I am to her. I’m not quire sure.
This post was titled ‘Don’t let anyone walk all over you.’ Well, I try not to let my cousin walk all over me. I get angry at her and we fight sometimes, when I have had it up to here. But it never changes. This post should be titled, ‘I’m angry, but I’m trying to handle it.’ or something of the sort. It’s also me recognizing how different I am from my cousin and how I never want to be like her.
Write a letter to someone you love.
In life you do need to have fun, have a good time. But you need to be kind to others, love, help, and appreciate. A few nights ago I sat down and wrote a letter to my grandmother telling her how much I love her and that I don’t know what I would do without her. I listed reasons why I love her so much and how I appreciate her. And a lot of the time, I hate to admit it, I take advantage of her. I made a promise in the letter to help her out more. (And please, before you turn completely against me for “taking advantage of an old woman”, she’s only 56 years old.)
When you write a letter to someone you love, you can do the same thing I did. Tell them how much they mean to you and why. Tell them what you’re willing to do for them. Then you can either mail them the letter, or if possible, give it to them in person. I’m still deciding what to do with my grandmother’s.
TIP: Write the date of the day you wrote it at the top of the letter.
I am not always the nicest I can be to other people, my family and friends included. Sometimes I insult or use people. I do NOT want to be that way. Life really is short. You want to show people you care about them and make people feel loved. Sometimes I have days where I’m down and depressed and I wish people would do it for me. That’s not a sob story, though. I’m saying I never want anyone else I love to feel that way.
You can also write a letter to someone you don’t know. It can be an elderly person in a home, a person with a mental or physical illness. It could also be someone in jail, but of course, even though I’m trying to be nice to people, I do not want to be nice to murderers, molesters, rapists, or anyone who has harmed little children. I’m already upset enough over some articles I’ve read lately.
Well, I’m getting off topic. What I’m trying to say is, make sure everyone you love knows how much you actually love and appreciate and care about them. Write them a letter – it’s really not that hard. The world is full of so much hate and pain every single day, but we can try our best to ease a little of that, can’t we?
Haiku’s on a dreary day.
I’m an amateur at this and these are the first haiku’s I have ever written, and they’re not that great, but I still love writing them and I hope to get better. No criticism please. Here they are. =)
Like icicles they shine.
Bittersweet beauty.
Blooms the gorgeous rose.
Not seeing thorns underneath,
I reach out and touch.
Dance, sing, just pretend,
Wish away all ugly thoughts.
Solitude, whispers.
Preserve memories,
For the world’s future children.
Young minds live on dreams.
We all need Bolts of Bravery sometimes.
Welcome to Bolts of Bravery. Everyday I see things that inspire me and make me feel things, feelings of importance. Sometimes I think, “oh, that’s nice”, and then I move on. Whether it be photography, poems, quotes, there are some things that make me sit down and think for a minute. Some things that make me realize I could be living my life better. That’s why Bolts of Bravery is here.
Bolts of Bravery was almost created to be called Bolts of Boldness. But I decide that didn’t fit. I don’t want to be bold, I want to brave. I want to be brave enough to realize what is wrong and do my best to fix it. Whether it be how I live my daily life, how I treat others… Bolts of Bravery is here to bring together everything good and make you think.
If you’ve been having a bad day or just some trouble in life, please do pay a visit to Bolts of Bravery. This site, a collection of all things good, is not created to make you feel better. It is created to make you brave, to make you think and reflect, and to make you do the right thing. No one always makes the right choices, but we can only try.
Sometimes I hurt other people with my words, but I don’t mean it. I don’t think. Sometimes I care too much about what other people think of me, instead of how I feel and how I should be living my life. Sometimes I let my life fly by, instead of sitting down and looking at the beauty around me. Sometimes I just need some bolts of bravery. And so do you.
