Different.

I have noticed that the majority of my posts have been about my confusions, pessimism, and all the things that infuriate me. This somewhat upset me because it sort of conveyed me as a depressed little fucker, which I am not, hence I am making this post.
There are countless things that bug me at times but surprisingly, there are many more things that bring me great satisfaction.
It is absurd how much harder you have to think when you are asked the things you like in your life in comparison to when you're asked what do you despise the most. Quite saddening actually, but here we go.
Number one.
Like everyone else, I find pleasure in listening to music but not just any music. Usually, when I crave a certain type of song and I don't know what it is, it takes me hours to figure the song's name and fill in that hunger. It brings me peace.
It's a bit of an odd thing, I know. Very time-consuming, too! But music is my sanctuary.
Number two.
And this is the most obvious one! Writing!
I prefer expressing myself through writing and somehow, I find it easier than actually consulting another person face-to-face. Instead, you consult yourself and become your own shrink minus the awkward stares and human interaction in general.
Numero three.
I love panda's oh so dearly!
Numero four.
Being around the people I love, even though I am generally known to be a bit awkward and feisty. The thing is, I am a bit of a social retard. I say the wrong things, in the wrong places, at the wrongest times...you get the picture.
But oddly enough, I enjoy the company of others most times. Plus, I have an awesome best friend.
Number five.
My "Youmna" time.
And that is the time where I need to be alone. I believe that time alone is a good thing, as you get to know more about yourself. I am not saying you should lock yourself in a dark, humid room, sit in a corner and stare at a blank wall! For me, it is the time I shamelessly sing my heart out, write my blog or just paint.
This brings me to the next one.
Number six!
Painting.
Although I haven't painted in a really long time, I can't express how calmly happy I feel when I do paint. It just betters my mood.
Number seven.
Chilling with my mom. I understand that this should've went under the "being around the people I love" category but I felt like this point is ver special so, it deserves to be a number on its own.
I tend to get along well with both of my parents but I have always been closer to my mother.
Number eight.
And this is just recent but it's hearing a certain someone's voice every weekday morning.
You never know, it could be yours.
Nah, don't flatter yourself.
Number nine.
Baking!
I love making brownies, chocolate chip muffins, chocolate cake, chocolate-fudge-covered cupcakes..
CHOCOLATE EVERYTHING!
I enjoy the process of putting all the ingredients together, but I never tend to actually eat what I bake. Hmph. Weird.
Number ten.
Organizing.
I sometimes think that I have a serious case of OCD. I like maintaining a clean, but most importantly, an organized environment. I get teased quite a lot by my sisters over this. What can I say? I am a perfectionist at heart.

This is the furtherest I can go. I've been drilling my brain out trying to figure out an eleventh one, but I gave up.
I genuinely despise giving up.

Aggravation

I am so annoyed at this very moment but if you were to ask me what is bothering me precisely, I wouldn't know. The thing is, as humans, we go about in our lives thinking everything is perfect and that happiness has finally been thrusted upon you. You start to say that maybe, maybe your luck has turned around and that maybe, as cliche as this might sound, it is your time to shine. You see everything in bright colors and your optimism is heightened. Everyone is smiling at you, rainbows arch in the blue sky and butterflies flutter freely...
But then reality smacks you right in the face.
You start to understand that your climb up was initiated for a longer fall. That your optimism was a temporary thing and that the happiness you felt was all a delusion. Everyone not only frowns at you, but spits in your face, too. Dark clouds conquer the sky and moths jerkily maneuver among the pitiful glares.

We are born, then we die; life is intended to go from good to bad.
Call me highly dramatic but as obvious as it is, my pessimism is heightened today.
Another thing that bothers my sincerely is when you think a certain person is good, kind and respectful but then they turn out to be complete assholes, just like everyone else.
I don't want to believe that the world has run out of morally good people, but I am afraid that that's what I have been exposed to, the past few days.
For some idiotic reason, many people believe that it is preferred to be a bad person. But what makes a good one, though?
I am the last person to speak of being horrible to others but in the end of the day, my intentions are clean.
So here goes my finalized decision, I declare a very personal war on idiotic assholes who believe that the demented art of asshole-ry is preferred by anyone. Newsflash! It's not!
Shocking, isn't it?