If you ain't happy, honey,

I was compelled to make a mini-rant today when on the Bolt Bus back to Jersey. I was sittin there, bein a yuppie, eating my dark chocolate, readin my Neil Gaiman, and drinkin my HonestTea. Well, it was the (DELICIOUS!) Cranberry Lemonade version, and aside from the fact that it’s my type of watered-down lemonade, it’s cool to read the quotes they have on the inside of the bottle. Gandhi, Confucious, Bansky, Belle & Sebastian, y’know y’know.

Well, this quote pissed me off.

“You can never have a second chance on a first impression.”

I’m gonna try to make my rambling short, but well, Fuck that. Maybe it’s because I’ve recently made blah-to-TERRIBLE first impressions, from the gamut of my peers to professors. And first impressions are a terrible thing to weigh a person on. And I started thinking about my first impressions of a bunch of people. First impressions can matter, if it’s a very superficial, brief, professional thing. But you know what, people can be damn deceitful. I looked back on one friend I met on the first day of middle school. I thought she was cool, funny, wonderful. What a great first impression! Now I don’t speak to her. I think of a friend who my first impression in French class in college was shy, boring. We then became best friends, and right now we have a falling out. A first impression of one of my high school friends was that he was an asshole. It’s been a bumpy relationship, but I like him as my friend now. First impressions don’t allow for the natural human tendency to fluctuate with relationships. Each day presents a new challenge to overcome when two individuals interact. First impressions just buy into that normalcy myth (I sound so college right now, hahaha) that you have to make a snap judgment about someone. Fuck first impressions. I like the quote “The time to make up your mind on someone is never.” Everyday a person can surprise you. I may become best friends again with that middle school girl. I’m only 19! I’m changing! My 60 year old professor is still changing!

Just goes to show ya, pretentious drinks trying to be profound can be downright dumb.

artpixie:

Is there life before coffee? (via s0phi3 / )

This must be the most random tic of mine, but I feel like the biggest hot mess when there are coffee stains dripping out of a cup/mug (especially if it’s coffee-on-go and I’m walking to fast and it’s spilling all over). And if I see someone with this, I think they’re having the biggest hot mess moment ever. Forget drunkenness; coffee stains everywhere spell stressed-out delirium to me.

On that note, time for me tea!