Flowers on the Wall

Do you suppress yourself during social events?, limiting your actions so you could avoid getting noticed even if it means you are going to be on the death end of the rope? Do you look at your shoes whenever you have to pass by someone who you have no idea how to interact with? Do you look away like a stalker when you accidentally made eye contact with a stranger? Do you obey the rules so you could remain in the sidelines? Are you always seated in the back row or at the sides? Do you answer a question a little too long because you are thinking how to react rather than just spitting out what you have in your mind? 

Welcome to the club!!! You are a Wall Flower.
Well the term flower kinda depicts something that possesses untouched beauty. The untouched reflects me but the beauty is a definite no-no. Who said anything about beauty being  a physical superficial thing anyway? But these days it kind of revolve around that aspect. I too, am a wallflower, wait scratch that. I am not a wall flower but I am something on the wall. I am a wall________. What inspired me to write about this post? It’s the night of August 31, 2012. The so-called SOCIA with the theme ELITE REVOLUTION. 

W.H.O says that health is not just about the absence of diseases but it is the complete physical, mental, psychological, social and spiritual well being. It’s already my 3rd time to witness the so-called college socialization, the speaker says it’s a to do for our social aspect. Third time’s the charm, they say, but such quotes keeps failing me because I am pretty much the exact same person that who I was when I stepped foot into that hall as the person who is typing at the moment. I read the CAndY magazine issue for August which I borrowed from a classmate of mine ( who is a definite wall FLOWER, emphasis on the FLOWER). They featured the happiness campaign which has a column on “ Cheerful Crushing”. How about that? Wall flowers are prone to crushing, it makes you giddy at first but it is nothing but a disguise to mask that you have to back off at the end, I guess there’s no fairytale made for such creatures. Except if you pull out the courage in the climax which looks easy enough to watch but hard enough to actually perform in life.

Yamato Nadeshiko : The wallflower is a Japanese anime that is a must watch to all anime fanatics. Nakahara Sunako is one of the coolest girl I’ve ever watched and the best part it, she doesn’t know it. She redefines eccentric. She collects horror DVDs, she lives in an immensely dark room where she keeps cadavers, skeletons and mannequins which she refer to as her friends and she have names for them all. She lives in a house with four heartthrobs and two of them have the hots for her. She calls them dazzling creatures and she tries to avoid having to interact with them because whenever she sees them her nose bleeds like a fountain ( for real  ! ). 
The Perks of being a wall flower by Stephen Chbosky : is a novel about Charlie who is the friend of the guy who committed suicide. I haven't fully read the book, i'm still waiting for the hard copy to come although i have read half of it in PDFs. What intrigued me into this is the title. Are there really perks of being one of the so called wallflowers? i think there's a line where charlie says " We are infinite". I really have to grab that copy, i hate it when i forget the main lines of a book or a movie. Infinite, dictionarywise means beyond measure. Charlie is in his teen years like me, what is in this age bracket that it deserves highlighting? is it because it's the stage of confusion, the "knowing yourself" crap? Maybe i'm standing in the same brink of confusion, maybe i belong in that crap. Don't blame me, I'm a teenager.