Day 1: What do I like people to call me and a little extra..
First of all, ever since I was little I hated my name. I was named after Laura from little house on the prairie. I didn’t realize it until I read one of the books when I was about 11 and she got a name tag saying her full name and I realized we shared the same middle name as well and then I questioned my mom about it. For some reason that just made me hate it even more. I’m pretty sure the reason I hated it so much was because you can’t really make a nickname out of Laura. I did have some but they were those embarrassing types that only family would get away with.
I remember when Dora the Explorer came out, people would sing the theme song but put my name to it, ugh thinking about it just makes my blood boil for whatever reason.
Now, I don’t really mind my name, still out of all the Laura’s I’ve met, I haven’t really met one that has done my name justice if you get me.
So for the most part, everyone calls me Laura, however my old volleyball teammates and some gym coaches call me Jonesy. It’s a nickname that started with my oldest brother when he began playing sports and carried down through my other brother to me. I think I’d actually prefer Jonesy (hence the name of my blog) but it would be weird if those who have known me all my life suddenly started calling me that. So it’s Laura if you know me personally, but I guess I’m Jonesy to the tumblr world.
To not follow what is socially acceptable as “right” in everyone else’s eyes unless I believe it will make me happy too. To never chose revenge because all it does is create more pain. To live everyday with a smile on my face if I can, to pretend to be happy when I’m not because eventually I will feel better. To never ever think again that I’m not strong enough. To remember I laugh the loudest, to smile the most because I know just how valuable those things are because there used to be a time I wasn’t able to laugh or smile. To forgive not because it’s easier but because it makes me feel better. To remember there will be times I will want to give up on the world, times where I think things will never work out, there will be times I’ll forget how to brush things off, to remember there will be nights I cry for hours, but to also remember sometimes those tears will be from laughing so hard, and there will be nights I will sit there wondering how I got to be so lucky. To love all the mistakes I made. To know that my biggest weaknesses are also my biggest strengths. And to never forget that there is always a choice..
so in the end, above all, I promise to chose happiness.
Why do we always make fun of people when they act weird or different?
I know I’m guilty of it too, but why? It’s not because we’re all horrible people, it’s because we don’t always understand. It’s because we’re scared. Scared that these people are so comfortable with themselves, they aren’t afraid to be themselves. So instead of commending them for staying true, we make fun of them to make them self conscious. We want them to feel afraid like we do, because if we’re afraid, everyone else should be. The truth is we all want to be a little more like those people who act a little crazy and a little out of place. Because deep down, no matter who you are.. there’s a little bit of freak inside you, you’re just too afraid to show it. The sad part is, it’s probably the most beautiful thing about you…