Copycats Spread Awesome-ness

1. Copycat -

 an obnoxious individual who takes pleasure in copying, imitating, emulating, simulating or miming the words, [ideas], gestures and expressions of another individual. The copycat becomes easily amused and the other individual feels like sticking their foot in said copycats ass. Typical of 6 year olds but not uncommon in 21 year old college students.
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         Hi, I'm Chelsea, and I'm a copycat. Oh but don't worry, you are too! Let's face the facts, we're all copycats at some point or another. Some of us are more annoying about it than others, but at the end of the day, if you go buy a sweater because So and So from That Movie looks hot in it, you my friend have just lettered in copycat-ing.

        There are, however, varying degrees of copycats. There are some that are very flattering and born is the phrase "copying is the greatest form of flattery". Those are the ones that try to do what you do, wear what you wear, or simply put, try to be you and they just don't cut it. SO cute, right? Then there are the ones who cling to every idea you have, every notion of fashion whispered from your lips, every innovative thought you muster… and then they're actually a tiny bit successful with their efforts. We can all agree this person is ANNOYING.

        Folks, the idea we must all come to realize as reality is that this isn't necessarily a problem. If you are doing something AWESOME, then you are spreading awesome-ness around the world and kudos to you for contributing to society in a positive way. If you are doing something stupid and being copied for it…well, that's weird and good for you. And unless a person is literally trying to live your life (in which case, please call some authorities or something, that's messed up a la Criminal Minds), roll with the waves of life and relish in the fact that someone cares enough about what you are doing to repeat it! And by all means, get out there and copy some AWESOME people!

Remember the question mom and dad used to ask you when you wanted to be just like your friend?:

 Would you jump off a cliff if Sally did? My answer? Well, as soon as I see that she lands safely amid the calm blue water 20ft below me, then HELL YA!

20 Pages Away...

     This year is my senior (and final) year of my undergraduate career and to be quite honest, I'm terribly excited and frightened at the same time. There is a certain comfort that comes with starting a four year academic block like high school and/or college because you know you are going to be there a minimum of four years. Now, with less than nine months to go until graduation, I find myself feeling like I am reading my life in a book and I am twenty pages away from the end of a REALLY good chapter and that's... scary. I mean of course I have an IDEA of what I want to do after I graduate but as of right now everything is in the air. This is the most uncertain time I've ever had to face in life and seeing as I'm an extreme planner? - oh holy moly.

     The beauty of these last twenty pages is that they are thrilling and mysterious, just how I like my books. So onward I will go, into the unknown. Thus far life has proven to turn out just fine right on the hairy edge of my sanity escaping me, so if you see me muttering to myself at any point or notice a lack of urgency in my overall demeanor, the dawn approaches!

      And let's be honest folks --- I always have a plan....

It's Just a Matter of Per[spec]tive

         I've tried blogging before and found it quite difficult. It is hard to discern what you should and shouldn't share on the internet these days. With social networks like Facebook, MySpace and now (apparently) Google+?, most people's thoughts go out into the world once every hour or so. I thought, eh. What's the point? Lately though, I've been aching to have discussions on thoughts I've had about pretty much everything under the sun. I like to study people and I'm curious about what people think of certain subjects e.g. relationships, diets, school, work, life, movies, books, etc. you get the point. Everything. I like to share my opinion too, with only one minor setback: I have two or more perspectives on EVERYTHING.

                            per·spec·tive the state of one's ideas, the facts known to one, etc., inhaving a meaningful interrelationship: You have to live here a few years to see local conditions in perspective.

         Ever since I can remember, I've always seen two (or more) sides to... well... everything that has sides. *I'm pretty sure this is the moment where I admit this means I'm hypocritical but all of you out there thinking "wow she's a hypocrite", all I have to say to you is, so are you and you know it! I suppose you could say I'm good at jumping into someone else's shoes, OH especially if they are Mary Jane pumps size 8/8.5... yeah. I digress. ANYway, I have a theory as to why I have this problem. I'm a torn piece of paper.

        My parents divorced when I was 7 and it seems that ever since then I have for the life of me not been able to claim ONE perspective. Notice I say perspective... I'm able to make decisions and form opinions, however I'm often plagued by the thoughts of other ways of thinking about the situation. Anyway, I read this statement once in a book and I haven't been able to get it out of my head:

       "But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other, with the child equally divided between. It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete."


        Once I read this, I immediately decided that is the perfect way to describe what I am which would inadvertently aid in WHO I am. This, my friends, is the answer. The ripped piece of paper is the symbol for my perspectives. Once they come together, they make an entire picture. A world of different ideas coming together to create the reality - the picture.  At the end of the day, I'm left wondering if there is anyone else in the world that has perspective-itis as well?


         This might've been very confusing, but welcome to my head. I'm excited to write again but this is fair warning people, it might get CAH-razy up in here.






Book quote from Sarah Dessen's What Happened to Goodbye