Ambiguous Acclamations

If you want the definition of popularity, here’s a website that you can go to - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popularity

Yes, our trusty friend, Wikipedia. But quite honestly, I’m not in the mood for definitions. I want answers. Who defines what popularity is? (And obviously I’m not referring to a literal definition here.) What defines it?  What makes one person more ‘eligible’ than the next? That makes one opinion more valuable than the next? Why do some receive recognition where it is not due and some never receive recognition where they should?

I’ve never been a ‘popular’ child – and that’s fine by me. Think about the typical stereotype of the ‘popular’ school child; thin, pretty, loved by everyone, etcetera etcetera.  But we see such a contrast in the real world. The ‘popular’ girls are mean, look down on others, pitying the fact that others aren’t and never be as spectacular as they are. And regarding the whole ‘thin and pretty’ crap; ‘thin’ generally means an unhealthy dietary plan or an eating disorder – again a stereotype, but sadly, often a true one – and ‘pretty’ can often be removed with a make-up wipe. Popular kids are often the ones who are willing to take risks and go behind their parents’ backs by drinking or smoking underage, and lying about where they are or their plans. They are the poor souls who get caught up by peer-pressure and trying to be ‘cool’.

Personally, I’d rather be healthy than cool, not have lie to my parents and not have to constantly worry about what people think. Even though I am convinced that I have paranoia, that is one thing that doesn’t bother me – I don’t judge others therefore it shouldn’t matter how others judge me. Judging is for a judge, and last time I checked, very few sixteen year olds have their degree in law.

But seriously, why would you want to be that person. What are the real perks of being popular? You’re constantly in the eye of just about every person, being judged no matter where you go. You are constantly being pressured into doing things that you would rather not do, for fear of being thrown out the group. You are constantly looked at by all the perverted boys that are way too beneath the real you and what you deserve. What is good about being looked at and treated like a piece of meat? How does that make a person feel good in any way?

No, I’m not popular. I’m too busy writing this post to take time out to go drinking. I love myself too much to lower my standard because somebody said it would make me ‘cool’. I care too little about people whose only interest is to watch me, judge me and then flaunt my flaws to comply to their ‘norms’. 

I have my own agenda and my own way of living. I don’t dictate what you’ll do and you don’t dictate what I do. It’s as simple as that.