My Triumphant Return to the World of Blogging

Well, it's certainly been a while since I've seen the familiar sight of my blog. Ah, how I've missed this outlet into which I can spew all the nonsensical garbage that collects in my head. So let's begin.

So the Olympics have started. I stayed up until midnight watching the parade of countries file in and I thought that it was kind of nice. I have some comments about it but those will come in a later post because I don't feel like barraging you with my criticisms over the Olympics at this moment. I've been drowned with the buzz of the olympics every single day by the media and frankly, I'm tired of hearing about the Olympics. Alright, it's a big competition of seeing who swims faster, who flips higher, who can stick the landing. Got it. What else is on tv?

So I was thinking of getting contacts because the dorky glasses that I own happen to not befit my face at all. At one point I was thinking of getting colored contacts. But then I stopped and thought, as I am in the habit of doing.

Why the heck do I want to change the color of my eyes? My eyes, though not extraordinary or stunning, are a deep brown and while it's a common color, I think they're not that bad. So why do I want to make my eyes green or blue? Then, maybe people would compliment me, and say "oh what pretty eyes you have". But I'll always know that they're not real. It's a sham, an illusion that I have created and it's not me that people are complimenting, it'll be the tiny piece of plastic on my eyeballs that they're complimenting. Not me. And when this thought transcends into the bigger scheme of things, you realize that lots of people do the same, including myself. We add stuff, we pretend to be stuff, that really is not us at all. And for what? So that we may please others? So that we may gain a sense of importance, that we have something no one else has? So that we might be appreciated and admired?

Back to the contacts. To change something about yourself means that you dislike whatever you change and that you're admitting you're not perfect. Well, of course we're not perfect. But sometimes things like this are taken to a superficial extreme. My eyes are perfectly normal. There is nothing wrong with them and I like them. Now why would I change something so grand that God has given me? I see no reason why I should change the color of my eyes just so I can strive to attain a perfection that is in fact only subjective. If everyone had blue eyes wouldn't the few with brown eyes be considered strange and wonderful?

Or maybe I'm rambling. Catch you later.