So i just go...right? I just start typing and people care about what i'm going to say?
My name is Hannah, and i am now starting to blog. I tried, am still trying, to be a vlogger, but that hasn't really worked out for me. I want to direct badly, anything really, but i don't have the stuff to do it. Like a supportive crew, or the guts to do it my self. But i will do it. I will.
So that's one thing I'll write about, directing and my future in that. And also about my life. This will be more like a public diary. And if any one takes interest it, it will greatly amaze me. Not that i find my self boring. I would hope not, since i have to live with my self. But it's not like i'm writing for you. I'm writing for me. But that's the great thing about the Internet, you can be totally selfish with things like this and yet still serve people.
So, starting off. getting down to it. Lets see...lets talk about cats. Shall we?
Cats have taken over the Internet with things like CanIHazChesseburger and lol cats. But I'm talking about actual cats. The 3D ones. I have a black American short hair named Caraline. She is about a year and a half old and has just started to calm down. When we got her she was a 3 week old fuzz ball that would walk around and plop down due to the weight of her head. She was warm and soft and would randomly sleep. She would crawl up on my shoulder, twist around in my hair, and nap.
About a month after that, she became insane.
She had an impossible amount of energy and would get into EVERYTHING. There was no use stopping her, she could not be tamed (not to quote Miley Cyrus.) Chewed on the couch, knocked things down from the counter, sprayed one corner of my room a hundred times. It was intense.I would hear it all the time from my mother, if she got too wild, she was gone. But, soon she got bigger and all she would do was mosey around and do familiar cat things. Mostly chill. Thank you, God.
But I'm struck at how much i enjoy having her around. That silent little partner that curiously watches me do things. I see her laying on my bed and can't fight the urge to cuddle her. To pick her up and pet her until she purrs, just like little kids do. Except i don't yank her tail or try to dress her in baby clothes. i thought of the saying "cat people" and what that means. Why do i enjoy the company of a cat, when other's don't?
It's like when people tell me they don't like chocolate. What?! It's God's gift to us in this horrible place we call the world, how can you not like it? Craziness. Like when i do laundry, and Caraline is in there watching me put in the detergent, how can you not like having a cat around? I would feel so awkwardly alone.
I meet people who are predominately a cat or a dog person. I like dogs, but i don't really prefer them. Of course there are people who would call me crazy, the whole pot and kettle thing. but it amazed me at how simple things like this speak volumes of who we are. I like cats because they're quiet and soft. They like to be loved on and will return it if they trust you. And I like that, when you work on them, they freely choose to be loyal to you. Others might come around and be nice house guests, but you are their owner. They do their own thing and you don't have to worry about them and they're easy to take care of.
Dogs are loud and in your face all the time. They demand so much from you, and even though they are extremely loyal, they kind of do it blindly. But, on the up side, there are people who love that. A dog is a best friend, a companion. But what does that say about it's owner.
this mechanism, along with intuition, help us grasp one another. to understand how we are created uniquely and differently. Yet, the same. Little signs of what we like and don't like show diversity in unity. How we are all created equal, but different at the same time. And I like that, a lot.
