The Van Gogh Smitten Post

♥It's so snowy out. I nearly wrecked twice yesterday. Once I nearly missed because I was brilliant and decided to go down some back roads...secondly because, coming out of the neighborhood five minutes later, I steered my car into a curb. I had a feeling I threw my front wheels out of alignment too...It's not the best feeling. My car, myself, and everyone else seems to be okay though, so that's what matter.

I feel like I had to write, especially to swoon over Mister Vincent Van Gogh. If I could meet anyone in history, it would be him. It's incredible, for the unpopularity he suffered in his time on this Earth, he held so much beauty inside of him. Crazy or not.

I urge you to read some of his translated letters he would write to his brother especially and you will practically melt from how beautifully poetic he is with life. Life was just an everyday ritual, but painting...was religious. A true artist and poet who would not be recognized for his work, his mystery, and his suffering until after his death. At that point he was a poor, crazy ginger running the streets talking himself.

From the wonderful vangoghgallery.com

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Maybe that's why I want to dye my hair red. I want to roam the streets with dutch men, eating paints, breathing life, and living like a true artist. Nether know. Maybe that's what I'm suppose to be when I grow up...

...for now I'll keep striving for my bio degree and pretend to play doctor.

Yeah...yeah..

Remember my blog post about the 30 days of truth? Since my post is rather short today, I'll give it ago. If you can no idea as to what I'm talking about, click here.

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.

...What to hate about me? My consistently cold hands and occasional shyness. My weird reactions to compliments. Oh! Definitely my ability to, no matter how I plan things out or no matter what I do, I have an issue with being more close to right on the dot if not late instead of prompt with things. When it comes to emotion, time, or honesty, I get really weird. I think I just get so wrapped up doing things that I doing, such as talking, working, or just being, that when I have plans I just put off the time to get from point A to B to make sure I'm not cutting short my time I'm using currently.

Sometimes just being a girl, sometimes just being the introvert I am, I feel I'm emotionally inept. I'll ball over a preview for a movie, terrify myself over scary movies, worry over friends and family, but when it comes to dealing with myself or getting stressed out to my limit, I just kind of get numbed over. I won't feel stressed even though I know I am or should but it's like I'm in shock. Usually that means I usually cope, think things more thoroughly, and react more effectively, or at least get what I need done, but it's something that weirds me out. I feel like I should always be worrying in some other way.

Lastly, that always gets to me, and I blame my mother. I'll fib occasionally, but when it comes to lying, I just can't do it. Unless I feel it's better to postpone for a better moment, it's not a person's business what so ever, or if the chances of keeping the secret will actually do better in the long run, I might be able to subdue myself. Otherwise, I feel that truth always hurts but will cause us to rethink ourselves and eventually help us.

This kind of goes hand in hand with another thing that is weird that I don't always appreciate. I appreciate important facts to be correct. If someone is mad at me, I want them to know exactly what they're mad at me about. My mom use to go insane about this. I'd get in trouble for something I said or did but I'll correct the fact regardless on whether it helps me out or not. =X I'm already in trouble, might as well be in trouble for the right thing.

I'm a very strong believer in justice and standing up against abusers. Unfortunately, I'm not always graced with the best timing to bring things like these up. I swear, someone is going to hit me someday and I'll probably deserve it. Tact is something I'm aiming at but it doesn't always come off that way..

I choose what I say very carefully sometimes and it irritates me when the wording is changed enough to change the meaning of what I was saying, I suppose. Sometimes this makes me come off cold, which I hate and feel absolutely and incredibly terrible about.



Enough of that though...Blue October to end today..

Tay