Comedic Help Wanted!

Dear Blogger Followers/First Time Readers,

So I'd like to move away from my usual deep, insightful blog posts (seeing as I'm probably the only one who views them as such) and address an issue that has recently been stressing me out. I am not funny.

Those Who Know

My best friend and I recently figured out that we don't know each other. We've been best friends for the last three and a half years, and somehow, through all of that, we simply skipped the getting to know each other part.

We're not totally oblivious to one another. We know the basic habits and personality types that we uphold. We recognize our likes and dislikes, our similarities and differences, our most vital connections and the things that have the ability to push us apart. We can point out each other's favorites and the things we hate. Most important, we recognize that we both put up a facade.

Slowly Crumbling Dreams

It's one thing to listen to people tell you that you're a great writer, but when there's no evidence, how do you believe it?

My mother just spent the better part of a half-hour trying to persuade me to change my college plans from majoring in hospitality management, to majoring in journalism. According to her I can make people feel when I write. She asked me to just think about it. She asked me to just consider rearranging my college plans, and by extension my whole life. She doesn't understand how I can say I don't have confidence in my writing.

Paint Chips

Do people change? It's a question that's plagued me all year long. One of my best friends claims that he's changed in the last two years, and if I wasn't so stubborn in my convictions, I'd be inclined to agree with him.

Only, I don't think people do change. The basic building blocks of someone's personality stay constant, unchanging, unyielding. What changes is not us, but the significance of those basic traits.

Against All Odds

"Hey there! So, I noticed you've been reading my best friend's (foxinsocks) story, and giving her amazing feedback. I just wanted to say thank you because she's been really happy that she's been getting so much good feedback, and I love it when she's happy so thanks! :)"

It was the best message I'd ever received on my Wattpad wall, and it was all because I'd decided to adopt foxinsocks as my own little protegee.

Truthfully, I'm not really qualified to call her that. I'm nobody special. I'm an amateur writer with big dreams and a little bit of vision to keep that passion burning. But, other than an open heart and a little bit of knowledge about the English language, I wasn't someone trusted to give advice. So when I opened foxinsocks' first story, I didn't expect to make a big difference in anyone's life. All I did was give her some writing advice. I did what I wanted someone to do for me. I didn't realize how much that would affect my life, and my confidence.

Love Unknown

Love. It's probably the greatest unsolved mystery of the hopeless romantic's mind.

There are those who claim that love is no mystery. It's something you wait for, and when it appears, it's obvious. They say "You'll know it when you feel it".

They're lying.

Who Am I?

I have a tale to spin, that to some would be confusing, but to me is as natural as breathing. My name is not in fact Lola Hatter; it is my stage name. But that stage name has a back story.

I will not bore you with the tale of how Lola Hatter the Mad Hatter's daughter came to exist in the minds of my theatre company, but I do feel compelled to illuminate who the character is, in her entirety.