awkward.

I have a strange obsession with convincing my friends to be obsessed with the same things I am. Does that make sense? Who cares because I'm about to convince you to become obsessed with the MTV show, "Awkward." I know you started shaking your head and maybe even tuned out altogether when MTV was mentioned, but trust me, as someone who normally does the exact same thing, "Awkward" is well worth your time and even admitting that you do watch MTV willingly.

"Awkward" is the perfect mix of teenage angst, fast-moving, mostly abbreviated dialogue, quirkiness, on-the-edge-of-your-seat-romance, and music you've never heard, but think you might just like. The maze of faces that the main character, Jenna, goes through as she tries to analyze the awkwardness around her is enough to make you want more; and since episodes are only 30 minutes long with commercial breaks, you'll be left wanting much more. That's how I was hooked. Now, I look forward to the next episode, which incidentally is the hour-long Season Finale, with a fierceness that could be called maniacal and, of course, obsessive. Told ya. Tune in next Tuesday, yes, on MTV to see what I'm blabbering about, and I think you will have a similar obsession no matter your age or gender. If not, I feel awkward... 

Flying My Freak Flag

It is painful to admit that you care what other people think. No, really. When I write, I wonder who will read my post, if anyone, and will they think I'm a weirdo, or just crazy... or maybe even, God forbid, a bad writer. Our wardrobe is based mostly on what we think will appear attractive to others, whether it be our friends, the opposite sex, or the fashion police if we are so consequential, but most of the time, we're not. So, why do we care what others think of us? I'd hate to say it's human nature because it's not. Maybe we were groomed to base daily decisions on the opinions of other people, but that's not innately us. The most free, self-appreciating and at home-in-their-own-skin kind of people I know, have one thing in common: they fly their freak flag proudly. It matters not what the general populace has to say about them, good or bad. Their self-worth is measured by the love they have for themselves, and not the approval, or sometimes disapproval, of everyone else. That freeness is infectious. It is something to strive for. Sometimes, being looked at in a funny way, or called quirky is a good thing. Love yourself, and you'll see that others will follow suit.