Taking the Rough with the Smooth

Title is from "Fur Soft as Fur' by The Boy Least Likely To..

I suppose it kind of ties in to what I plan to talk about but mostly,boy it is hard to come up with titles!

I've been reading the website that hosts Post Secret,which you can find by clicking here.

I like reading these things, maybe because there's a voyeuristic part of me that likes to read other people's thoughts and see their creativity explored in a limitless media(just look at all the different styles and techniques employed on each postcard! Some are so incredibly beautiful, I can't believe the person who made it has such a horrible ugly secret to share, others are so well done I would like to find that person and ask them to make me my own postcard to share) but I really like the sentiments on a lot of them, I even go as far as to save the ones that have such meaningful words that I think, "I can stand behind that."
Reading this archive makes me feel like I'm not as horrible a person as I think I am, and makes me want to go out and get postcards and decorate them and...I don't know.I wouldn't go so far as to mail them into Post Secrets, right now.But I definitely think this Frank guy is the instigator to some new sort of art form and art movement, expressed through 8 by 10 cardstock and people's hidden sicknesses.

Or maybe I'm just thinking too hard.

I think I'd like to share some of the ones that meant something to me

Every time I have a converstaion with my family and certain friends about God and religion and their views on life and it comes out as such angry, hateful, narrowmindedness, where they use Jesus and God as an excuse for their hate of homosexuality, non-Christians, pro-choicers, anyone and everyone who does not fit into their rules as a 'decent' human being, I always lost the words to say what I wanted, the words to express how I feel about using a symbol of love as a reason to destroy.This postcard made me sit back and think, "yeah, that's a good point.I don't want to share Paradise with people so full of sorrow and anger."

Maybe, for me, it's not the BEST feeling, but it's pretty gratifying. I was born sick, shoulda died.Didn't. Lost my hearing. Shoulda been reduced to a lifetime of illiteracy, isolation and helplessness as a deaf person in a hearing world. I wasn't. I learned to talk.I learned to read. I kept up with my hearing peers, and in some cases, surpassed them. I love the look on people who are prepared to knock me down, people who are preparing themselves to tell me I'm not as good or as smart or as advanced or as..anything, as a hearing person, and its about time I got back to my 'place' in the disabled world,I love the look on their faces when they realize: I'm not letting them keep me down and I'm not going to let anyone hold me back. I'm proving everyone wrong, all the time, and while it's not the best feeling-it's tainted by the feeling that I SHOULDN'T HAVE to prove myself-it's pretty damn good.

I felt that way during the Hurricane. I always feel that way during emergencies and crisis situations: I care more about the pets than the humans.I suppose because the way I see it, is the humans are more able to take care of themselves, the animals aren't.

I feel this way so much, so many times, but I'm scared to take the first step. I want someone to go on the journey with me.

Reading Post Secret, and my enjoyment of it shouldn't surprise me, now that I think about it. One of my favorite, if not my most favorite, webcomics is A Softer World.

It's along the same vein as Post Secret, words and photos and creativity fused together to tell a story in a short frame. I enjoy almost all the strips, each one of them is so unusual and unique that I always enjoy them and their story telling styles. I love the idea of words and photos being mixed together, like a comic, but not in any linear way of story telling.

My favorite from A Softer World, though, is this one

I wish I was more bold, to be able to take that last panel's advice to heart, maybe I'd have a more interesting life if I did.

And one last thing:

WHAT THE F!?

A real duck!? Or a toy? Or...What? What made this person decide that course of action? And am I the only one who sees the genius in it?