Ok, so first and foremost-thank you all for being so kind and patient with me. Yes, I'm finally out of the hospital and raising a glass (of water, sadly, I'm afraid my beer drinking days are over) to staying home and going back to what I love doing the most-working and annoying all of you wonderful, awesome people with my long and boring journals.
It's raining in good ole Bulgaria and I'm not clear to go out during bad weather, so I'll be responding to your messages and notes properly today. Before I get to that of course, a little ramble, which you might feel free to skip, as it's just as nerdy and dorky as you would expect. Beware.
So, while I was hospitalized, I didn't have my own room-since over here, we don't get private rooms and cheerful nurses tending to our needs, we get swamped with at least two more patients, sometimes of the opposite sex, who are just as bored and troubled as you, so they normally spend their time staring at your tiny, yet apparently interesting enough breasts, while thinking over the meaning of life and such-I was lucky enough to get a room with just one more girl, who could care less about me. She kept playing music to pass the time, instead of focusing on my anatomy and one of the songs she abused was "All about that bass" by Meghan Trainor.
I preffer rock, metal and alternative, but I do have my pop and hip-hop guilty pleasure songs, plus, I've come to terms with the fact that if I'm in a club, it's more likely that I'll be dancing to Ariana Grande rather than Aerosmith or Guns and Roses, mainly because 1-that's what's been playing on MTV and 2-the clubs I visit are for young people, not old farts like me and I don't belong in them anyway-but back to my original point, I learned to tolerate music outside of my personal taste. So, yeah. It might've helped that I was high on painkillers while listening in the hospital, but All about that base grew on me and got stuck in my head.
I saw nothing wrong with it. It seemed cheerful and nice enough, minus the whole "skinny bitches" part. Now, don't get me wrong-I don't hate skinny people. I don't hate curvy or bigger people either. Hell, I consider myself pretty fat, especially after doing absolutely nothing for almost half a month, but I've made peace with it. Beauty comes in all sizes and I don't normally care about anyone's size. I used to be obsessed with my weight (actually, I think I still am; the first thing I did, coming home, was to hit my scale and then start working out) which has a backstory of its own-as a kid and teen, I was always extremely skinny. Once I hit 19 however, I started gaining weight, so I began dieting and exercising, until it turned into a problem. Eventually, I was told to basically grow the fuck up and enjoy life as I am, but sometimes I feel tempted to just skip a meal or just go out running, even though my back is still hurting. So, as a troubled adult, a song about embracing your curves seemed alright to me-but apparently, I'm missing something.
The whole "bringing booty back" trend which is going on recently, not just with Meghan, but a lot of artists like Nicki Minaj and J-Lo seems to be causing a lot of controversy, mostly with thin people, who online are reffering to this as "thin bashing". Looking over this, I get it-when I used to be a skinny kid, I hated people calling me names like anorexic or bitch or stick-figure just because my metabolism was fast. Now I feel somewhat confused. I don't think people should be made fun of whether they're thin, average or plus-size, everyone should be free to feel pretty in their own skin and happy with what they are. It's a bit of a shame that most of these popular artists are taking a good message and simply screwing it up with lines like:
"Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck the skinny bitches in the motherfucking club."
Sorry Nicki, but we can't all afford ass-implants, nor do most girls want to. If you want an ass-eat and work out properly, but hey, that's just my opinion. I'm a total nobody and people could care less about what I find attractive. I just...ugh, can't we all get along??
Inspirational songs are hard to find these days. I still can't get All about that base out of my head and I have mixed feelings about it. Here's basically everything everyone dislikes about it in a nutshell:
"I'm bringing booty back"-hon, booty never left. And my opinion-the Hell is your deal, you're not even fat and my ass is bigger than yours, how are you bringing it back?
"Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that." she then goes ahead and claims that she's just kidding, but the thin people still feel offended.
"Boys like a little more booty to hold at night." feeling good about yourself based on what the opposite sex thinks of you.
and "I won't be no silicon plastic Barbie doll"-some say is implying that all thin good looking people are fake.
I don't need songs like Anaconda and Booty on my playlist and I can sleep fine at night if I do cross All about that base off as well, but I hate all the controversity all of this seems to be causing. I can recommend some nice oldies, like, say, Destiny's child-Bootylicious or, of course, good ole Sir Mix Alot, to anyone willing to give the 90s a shot; also, for a more recent good message song, maybe Beyonce-Pretty hurts (my hospital room-mate played that one a lot as well).
Just don't be hateful and love yourself; life is much too short to worry and waste. Everyone has both beautiful and negative qualities and how you want to look should be based on your opinion only, not society's. Also, if you have a good heart, you're already perfect in my book. Chin up and be happy!
(Also, why can't we have encouraging songs about, say, noses?? I hate my nose!)
Sorry for the long ramble and if I offended anyone, I apologize deeply. My intentions weren't to bash anyone. If you like any of the songs I mentioned, I say, to each their own, and again, sorry if I said anything insulting. Let's just love eachother and get along, mmkay?
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time to start replying to my messages and to grab a cup of coffee before I collapse on my keyboard.
Much love and thanks for putting up with me,