Why I Dislike Being Called "Talented"

Don't get me wrong, I know people mean "talented" as a compliment. But talented implies that you were born with it, or that you were just made that you could do this certain thing. Google defines it as, "natural aptitude or skill." For me I'm often called talented in reference to my art work.

Some examples of my art work

When someone calls me talented it's nice, but it kind of takes away from all the work I've put in to becoming an artist. I've put years of work into getting to where I am, so when someone says "You're lucky you're so talented at art," it gets me a bit annoyed.

I wasn't born with a paint brush or pencil in my hand; I didn't even think this is what I wanted to do until about four year ago.

As Bob Ross says, "Anyone can paint." Which means that you could paint well if you just tried, and put in the work.

It's like saying "I can't bake," and then never trying to bake or get better at baking. Well yeah, if you never try to get better at it than you will never get better at it. It's that simple.

All this being said, I know people mean it as a compliment, and don't mean for it to diminish my hard work. 

I hope you've enjoy some of my art pieces in this post. 

If you want to see more check me out on instagram @dreaming_incolors 

 

Ciao, 

  The Bored Blogger. 

Ansolo; A Claustrophobic Introvert's Account

Hello blog reader, long time to no see. *insert excuse*

Anyway, I went to a concert last night! I saw Ansolo, aka Ansel Elgort. Our nearby college hosted him, and it was free for anyone to come. You might think that this sounds amazing, a free concert with a celebrity! What's not to love? Well, glad you asked.

The night started off well enough. They had a guy come on and play incredibly loud music for an hour before Ansolo came. Seriously, the music was so loud.

Then after much stalling and setting up it was finally time. Ansel Elgort was finally coming! Everyone was screaming and pushing against each other. We were all shoulder to shoulder, crammed against each other. Then he was there! Everyone screamed, the music BLARED. Ten times louder than the previous DJ. And then the bass. The bass was so incredibly loud, my ears hurt. But it was fine because we were hyped up! Jumping up and down, clapping, screaming.

But slowly that euphoria died down, and you realized that you were standing with loads of people crammed all around you jumping up and down to painfully loud music.

Then the people. At first all was well, but then people would squeeze by saying "Oh, i just need to get past you to get to my friend just over there." Being a nice person, you would let them pass in front of you. But then you realized they were lying, they weren't meeting any friends. They were there to stay. Right in front of you. Blocking your view. The view that you had gotten there an hour earlier to have.

Then every time people started jumping it was painful. You started to dread the beat dropping, because it meant more jumping. At one point the person who lied their way in front of you jumps back against you. And then that same person who you let go in front of you starts grinding away on their boyfriend. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too close to you. You start to realize how incredibly hot it is too, all the sweaty people near you, bumping you.

Finally it's all too much. My sister could see I wasn't having fun anymore, seeing as I was close to a claustrophobia induced panic attack. Our hearing took a while to get back, but we lived.

Overall it was fun. But this is a warning to all those claustrophobic sensitive hearing introverts, pick somewhere near the outskirts of the crowd. You'll still be able to hear the music just as well, and you'll be able to tell all your friends that you saw a celebrity. But in the end you'll save your sanity

Ciao,
 The Bored Blogger

Embarrassing Story

So there is this story that happened today (idk when I will actually publish so it probably isnt the same day). And it starts off with our nanny, or daytime care taker, whatever you want to call it, and my youngest sister.

So I was checking on my youngest sister, Monica, to make sure she was getting along with our Nanny. So I talked with them for a while, and then I turned to leave. As I was walking out Monica said "Hey, you have something on the back of your shorts! Let me check what it is."

So I stop and let her check and she sees what it is, and kind of mumbles something and walks away, like I will be mad if she tells me. So then our Nanny says, "here, let me check." And so I then let her check the back of my shorts as well. And she goes, "oh, you have a big rip in the back of you shorts."

And I DIED! So I laughed awkwardly and said, "hahaha, well that's embarrassing!" And then I walked jokingly backwards out of the room.

Now, you may be thinking, "How could this story get worse? I mean you've just embarrassed yourself in front of someone you see all the time." I am glad you asked, Reader.

Well, this morning I went for a jog. And I have no idea how long my pants have been ripped, so for all I know I could have been jogging around my neighborhood with my shorts ripped, showing everyone my bright yellow underwear. I am hoping they ripped after I took a shower, and put the shorts back on.

The reason I told you this story is......... actually I don't know why I told you. Perhaps to make you feel better about what embarrassing thing you did. Or to just remind you that you may be awkward, but you will never be as awkward as me.

Comment your embarrassing stories, or maybe what you liked the most about my story. 

Ciao,

  The Bored Blogger. 

Awesome Moments

Awesome moments that (hopefully) everyone knows.

When You Rap perfectly

When Class is canceled

When a test you weren't ready for is postponed

When a test is all multiple choices

When someone cancels plans that you didn't want to do in the first place

When someone complements you (obviously)

When someone you don't like gets caught and gets into trouble (finally!)

When you find a new musician that you love

When You Find Money In Your Pocket

When you think its Friday, but its actually Saturday.

When someone gets you a present when it's not your birthday or Christmas.

When you find a hairband when you thought you didn't have one

When the teacher forgets to give out any homework

Hope you could relate to these, and I hope that you are blessed with a few of these in your near future!

Comment some of your favorite moments.

Ciao,
 The Bored Blogger.

Why Easter Is Amazing!

To start off the answer to why Easter is Amazing is in the name, EAT! 

The Easter baskets! You get a mini present when it's not Christmas or your Birthday!

The gorgeous pastel colors! 

You get a break from school!

The weather is amazing because it's spring.

Easter Egg hunts!

Family

Easter clothes!

LENT IS OVER!

Ciao,

The Bored Blogger.

Pros and Cons of Being A Kid

I don't consider myself a "kid" anymore, but this applies to teens as well, so whatever. Anyway, here are some pros and cons of being a kid/ teen.

Pro: You don't have to figure out bills.

Con: You are too young to do certain things.

Pro: You Don't have to pay for all of your food.

Con: You are totally at the mercy of you parents.

Pro: You always have someone to turn to when you don't know what to do.

Con: When you mess up you get punished, instead of just dealing with the fact that you messed up.

Con: If you do something wrong it reflects on your whole family

Pro: Your family will stand by your side 

Con: You can't go some places because your parents say no

Pro: You can blame your parents for not being able to go somewhere you didn't actually want to go

Con: There are a lot of people who know you that you don't remember

Pro: They usually talk about what you've accomplished since they last saw you.

Con: The stress of School

Pro: You get to learn new things

Overall being a kid isn't the worst thing ever.

Comment below if there are any pros and cons that I missed.

Ciao, 

 The Bored Blogger