Popularity

Hey everybody! So, in between the homework and the tests that I've been through at school (and not to mention the long hours that I have in it), I have finally come to a decision that I will... once again write in this blog! Yaay~~

Anwho, things are starting to work out great. I'm very grateful. But in this post, I will not talk about my personal life for a moment. I would like to reveal a bit about my thoughts on what is happening all around me. And I don't have to go far to seek for understanding of this topic, because... it's kind of part of a definition to somebody.

Popularity. Yes, popularity. What in the world does the word that we so often hear mean? Well, from what I have seen and observed, "popularity" means being able to be friends with "popular" people, dressing like those people on Tumblr, being recognized everywhere we go, getting a dozen of likes on Instagram, getting a gajillion of people asking you random and unimportant stuff on ask.fm, and... being extremely good-looking that whoever see you will swoon. Okay. Maybe I was a bit exaggerating.

But, seriously, though. In this kind of small and modest town of Samarinda, people are dying to be the celebrities of it. If you ask me personally, yes, I am envious of them. Why? Because they have a crew that connects to them very well, because they have wide varieties of people to talk to, because they never feel so lonely due to the people who ask them a gajillion stuff on ask.fm, because people actually notice them... the things that they say, people actually listen to them.

Meanwhile, I, on the other hand, have never even felt a breeze of "popularity". I guess God destined me something else, and yes, I am very much happy with being a nerd. But I feel as if I have never had my moments yet (aww... *sympathetic sighing of people in the background). I guess we'll see...

The annoying thing about this "popularity" is... people try so hard to be a part of its clique! I mean, like, come on. Be yourself! Let your inner self shine! People are sooo utterly desperate to be popular, that they forget to be their selves. They forget about what's important: having fun.

In this case, I have seen in front of my eyes the people who forget to have fun while busying their selves on trying to be popular. Here's an example. "Meeting up". What do people do at meet-ups? They talk. They share their feelings. They connect. But people who try so hard to be popular, decide to take dozens of selfies of their gorg selves, and post them to Instagram which leads to a lot of comments telling them about how awesome they look and a lot of likes. They forget to interact. They forget the true meaning of having fun. Well, if that's what they call fun, then... suit yourself!

I do too, but... I don't do it a lot!

See, guys? When you think about it, the only advantage of being popular is just having a wide variety of people around you and actually being listened. Other than that, well... I don't know. I mean, what is the meaning of finally being "popular", once and for all, when... you're not loved? I mean, isn't the best feeling in this world is... to be loved (Tell me I'm cheesy but I know my words are true!)?

And, you are loved. For who you are, by the people who mean most to you. The people who truly care for you are there, just in a reach of a hand. Not being popular is not a problem, what they call "fun" isn't guaranteed to be what's "fun" for you. People have their own kind of shine. And I like to shine in my dorkiest and nerdiest kind of way.