I don’t mind Emma Watson.
Actually, I like her rather much. Alongside Natalie Portman and Blake Lively. Why? Because there are people out there who have done great things and still manage to shut up about themselves. People that are humble (without having to say they are humble). I dislike people who believe they have done more than they have and demand the attention or praise for it. I dislike people who think they’re better, when they’re not.
I wish I could be like Emma. She’s a fucking beautiful Hermione for god sakes. And she goes to Brown University, models for my all-time favorite BURBERRY, while being a good role model and staying clean. But does she tell the world she’s an awesome brit? No. And Natalie Portman? Harvard graduate, anyone? Ridiculously talented actress, who can rap, dance ballet, and still look pretty with a bald head in my all-time favorite movie (V for Vendetta). Blake Lively. Well, I just love her and her hot body that she doesn’t flaunt around to become a sex icon like the sneaky Fox we’ve been seeing in the tabloids. I love how she’s not a cocky bitch even though she’s getting all these big roles recently, while filming gossip girl, and preparing to go to Columbia U. These beautiful women have done so much in so little time. And yet, they just smile on and let other people notice their achievements on their own. I wish I was more humble.
A friend told me today that I was annoying because I talk shit and I think I am the shit. Admittedly, this is true. It’s irritating to know I am a hated, unloved elitist but the idea of thinking I am or can be the best doesn’t quite make me cringe like I thought it would. Fine. I think I have potential. I know I work. I know I strive. I know I can succeed. But I know what I can’t accomplish too.
I try to be humble - it doesn’t always work out. But I don’t preach and bash on people when I don’t have a right. I don’t tell supermodels they should eat because they’re too stick thin. I don’t complain about a movie stars fake lashes, when I myself have no eyelashes whatsoever. Fat girls don’t call other girls fat. Drug addicts don’t tell other people how to live their lives. They have no right. And that’s the importance of knowing your place.
Reality is the key. I give praise to those who have succeeded past me. I don’t condemn those who have failed, but those who have failed without effort. I don’t go around yelling my accomplishments, when I know that there are those who have done better. I don’t demand - unless I know I deserve it more than anyone else. I know there are people out there who are better. So I’m trying to get there.
I think I am the shit, but it depends on who I’m comparing myself with.
(via iwrotedownahundredthings)