Random Thought #13

I’ve learned three things today.

  1. Nail polish goes on better if you use two coats of base, not one.
  2. It is very easy to drop a nail polish brush.
  3. Nail polish brushes are not easy to locate once dropped
  4. They’re not easy to clean either
  5. Nail polish has the ability to dry a COMPLETELY different color that it appears in the bottle
  6. I won’t necessarily like that color it dries as

….today was fun…..


YouTube suggested I rewatch this clip from an old episode of The Mentalist today….

So, I did.

And it got me thinking.

The clip is below; the part I’m thinking of is short, between 0:16 and 0:24.

“Uh, cheer up.”


“…Because it’s better to be happy than sad.”


I’d just like to discuss that for a moment.

In the show, it’s just a cute moment where he’s trying to cheer her up, but in real life, that’s a thing I say.

I’m usually smiling. I can’t help it. Why shouldn’t I be? Yes, I have plenty of sad times and mad times and indifferent times- probably more than most people (oh, bless my over-feeling, INFP little heart, lol), but I make an effort to stay happy, or at least somewhat cheerful.

I’m really not sure if I come off as warm to other people, but the least I can do is be cheerful instead.

And oftentimes, people ask me about that, puzzled by my genuine-looking smile- which unashamedly displays my incredibly crooked teeth, I might add.


(Not why are my teeth crooked lol, but why am I happy).

Well… because. Because reasons.

I’m never sure. It’s never a specific reason. It’s not I got a raise, it’s not gas prices are down, it’s not I got an amazing deal at the Dress Barn today. It’s just…. because. Because I am. Because why shouldn’t I be?

What really gets me, though, is the fact that it puzzles people. Why do people find it so hard to believe? Why do you need a reason to be happy? Why can’t you just be that way? When did that become a thing?

If you ask me, the day happiness became an oddity is the day society lost a lot of its’ glamour.

I suppose people are just too busy. They have jobs, stress, meetings, families, relationship troubles, finances… how is there time for happy?

I guess I’ve just decided happy isn’t an option. It’s not a thing I can cross off of my schedule. It’s a fixture.

People wonder, why are you happy?

I just say, “Because it’s better to be happy than sad.”

Because it is. I mean, it’s really just that simple.

This life should be a happy one

For all who do partake it

For if it’s not, the fault’s your own;

As life is what you make it


Domino, Parts 1 & 2

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a song post, partly because they haven’t performed well as far as response goes, and partly because I just haven’t gotten around to it. but despite the fact that my audience isn’t big into these things I’m doing it anyway. :p

My favorite two bands are tied, Triumph and Genesis. Today, lets take a look at a song I adore from Genesis. The official names to the two-part song are In The Glow Of The Night/The Last Domino. However, most fans, and the band, fondly refer to it as “Domino, parts 1 and 2″.

I’m not sure what it’s about. It could be about someone leaving the singer, it could be about someone the singer loves very much passing away and the singer not dealing well at all. Either way, I can’t decide if’s all symbolic of other stuff and the meaning is deep and I’ll have click in my head someday, or if the singer has gone nuts, but either way I love this song. Lyrically and musically. And even if I’m not entirely certain what it’s saying to the listener, the emotion in the music, and the emotion Phil Collins inflicts upon the listener with his amazing vocals (as always), says something to me. Something I just want to hear, again and again.

WFR, (without further rambling,) Here’s Domino, parts 1 & 2: (lyrics are below it).

The grey of evening fills the room,
No need to look outside,
To see or feel the rain.
I reach across to touch her,
But I know that she’s not there.
Rain keeps running down the window pane.
Time is running out for me.

Can’t you see what you are doing to me?
Can’t you see what you have done?
As I try to pass another long and sleepless night,
A hundred crazy voices call my name,
As I try to pass them by,
I almost can believe that she is here,
In the glow of the night.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you’ve begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
All of my life.

Lonely people, empty rooms,
Pointless violence, silent tombs.
Could it be that we shall be together again?

Sheets of double glazing help to keep outside the night,
Only foreign city sirens can cut through,
Nylon sheets and blankets help to minimize the cold.
But they can’t keep out the chilling sounds.
Will the nightmare soon give way to dreaming
That she is here with me?
In the glow of the night.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you’ve begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
Lonely people, empty rooms,
Pointless violence, silent tombs.
Could it be that we shall be together again?

In silence and darkness
We held each other near that night
We prayed it would last forever.

Blood on the windows
Millions of ordinary people are there
They gaze at the scenery
They act as if it is perfectly clear
Take a look at the mountains
Take a look at the beautiful river of blood.

The liquid surrounds me
I fight to rise from this river of hell
I stare round about me
Children are swimming and playing with boats
Their features are changing
Their bodies dissolve and I am alone.

Now see what you’ve gone and done.

Now you never did see such a terrible thing
As was seen last night on T.V.
Maybe if we’re lucky, they will show it again
Such a terrible thing to see
There’s nothing you can do when you’re the next in line
You’ve got to go domino.

Now I’m one with the living and I’m feeling just fine
I know what I must do
Play the game of happiness and never let on
That it only lives on in a song
There’s nothing you can do when you’re the next in line
You’ve got to go domino.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you’ve begun?

In silence and darkness
Hold each other near tonight
For will it last forever?

There’s nothing you can do when you’re the next in line
You’ve got to go domino.

About Cass’s Opinions

In response to this older daily prompt


Opinions are useless.

They are good to have, certainly, but in the end, an opinion is just that- an opinion. What you think about something.

This may not matter to other people or the world at large to even those closest to you, because it is only a thought. Not an idea, not a rule, just a thought, and in this world of internet and blogs and social media- thoughts are a dime a dozen.

Everyone has opinions that they want people to hear and agree with. If you disagree, it is time for a flame war.

If you’re on YouTube, you need to call in reinforcements to survive it. If you’re on reddit, you need to write your will out, because you aren’t coming out alive.

People all seem to like arguing and disagreeing and insulting each other and hating. They seem to like putting people down and making them feel small, insignificant, stupid. They seem to think that makes them the superior person.

I’m just not like that. I have lots of strong values and opinions, of course, things that you won’t change my mind on- but the thing is, I don’t care what you think. I don’t care what you feel. I don’t care if you think my opinions are dumb- I mean, I can be sensitive and easily offended and respond badly sometimes to criticism, but that’s different than lashing out and hating people who are different than me.

I have no claim on perfection. I am not infallible. I’m probably wrong a lot. I realize this, and I am okay with it.

I am an INFP- I take things in and judge them against my moral compass and decide if they are good or bad, it’s a trait of Fi, which is my dominant function.

The things is though- I may take things in and judge them, but I judge them for ME. I don’t judge them for YOU. Because I am not you. I am myself with my own morals and thoughts and values and experiences. You’re you with your own morals thoughts and values- we won’t always agree. We may never agree at all. That’s okay. I know we are all individuals in the world and I value originality.

People who aren’t identical to myself don’t offend me. It’s people who attack me for not being identical to them that offend me.

In the end, in the grand scheme of things, when it’s all said and done will be people look back and say, “Yeah, that Cass, she had some great views, didn’t she?”

No, they won’t. They won’t even remember my name.

In the end, I am but a person. Just another person who exists with all the other people who have all their opinions and thoughts and views just as I do, and there is nothing to distinguish it all in the history books.

In the end, my opinions are really quite useless.

But they’re still mine.

So… that’s why I called this blog “Cass’s Useless Opinions”.

Random Thought #12

We are under a severe thunderstorm warning and are supposed to get winds over 70 mph in a few hours today. We have this tree in our front yards that’s mostly dead, a big one. Pieces of it fall in any wind. If it falls, it better fall away from the house. Because I have […]

Two ‘Classic’ Books I Don’t Love | Unpopular Opinions Warning!


Before I actually start this post I’d just like to say that if you are easily offended, especially when it comes to certain sensitive subjects, you shouldn’t read this. I don’t wish to offend anyone. I HATE offending people and causing people to feel negative things. I’d like for everyone to just be happy and exist in harmony, but that is not physically possible- you can please some of the people some of time, etc etc, you know the drill.

So I’ve been wanting to make this post for a while now and I haven’t, because of that, but I am going to. Just DO NOT say I didn’t warn you.

I’m going to offhandedly mention a couple dark subjects as well- another reasons this is politically incorrect and offensive post- so please be forewarned and don’t hate me! We can agree to disagree and be friends- kapeesch? :) I don’t care if you disagree with me at all, so I hope you don’t care if I disagree with you!

Here we go….. If you really wanna read more, click the read more, and prepare from some unpopular, useless opinions.

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Random Thought #11

Warning: Serious stupid INFP-ism about to ensue! ___ I was looking through my reader earlier and I saw this post on the new theme, Argent. And IMMEDIATELY my brain started singing this song: BUT with the word “argent” instead of “urgent”. And I completely cracked myself up because argent means “silver” and that song is […]

Promises & Lies | INFPs & Honesty/Tact

In response to this daily prompt | also a sort of continuation on this old post of mine….

Honesty is a very good policy. Anything less than the truth can only cause problems for everyone, and lying IS wrong. There’s simply no getting around that fact.

The thing is, though, I have to be honest- sometimes I… well, I don’t lie. I just kind of… fail to tell the truth.

I don’t say anything at all, in other words, at times when I probably should.

It’s not necessarily that I don’t trust others with my thoughts, nor is it that I’m too shy to comment.

It’s just that… well… I don’t like saying anything that is anything less than inspiring. You know the drill- if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.  I spend a lot of time not saying anything at all. Not because I only have rude things to say, of course it’s not that, but because my idea of the distinction between “nice” and “not nice” compared to most people’s is really quite silly.

I can’t say no to much of anything, in other words, because I hate disappointing people, not being who they wanted me to be. Even whilst I revel in my own individuality, I feel guilty about it. Just a little. I shouldn’t. NO ONE should ever make amends to their personality because of someone else. As long as your personality isn’t destructive or illegal, you are who you are, and no one is allowed to change that. You’re not allowed to apologize for it. You’re YOU and you should be proud of that.

And I am, but it’s just that… I feel a little bit guilty about it too. Just a touch. Because people expect things of me I’m not meant to produce, sometimes, and I find myself feeling like a horrible person for dashing the hopes based upon my non-existent personality traits, or pretending to be something I’m not and probably never will be for the sake of it.

I shouldn’t have to do that. And if YOU do that, I’ll tell you right now to stop doing it. It’s silly. I just can’t seem to not do it.

Tact is another factor. Tact is the fine balance between the truth and not offending people. As an INFP in MBTI, I have a pretty good sense of tact… mostly.

It’s not telling a lie without saying something in a way that is insulting, re-enforcing the positives and mentioning the negatives offhand.

Then of course, there are promises.

Promises are those things you say you’ll do and you DO IT.

I always do the things I swear I’m going to…. eventually… I mean, I have promised to update the monthly newsletter on my game help sire for Howrse.com for a long time now. It wasn’t until a few days ago I finally out together a quiz asking the readers what changes they’d like to see.

In other words, it’s been about four months I’ve been saying it and I finally did it. But I was always going to do it… I was just gonna do it quicker. And judging by the speed of quiz responses, I’ll need to wait a good while to know what they want and make said changes. :p

The thing is, at any given time, I have eighty bazillion idea in my head. None of them are all that well thought out and a good half of them are really just stupid. The other half are probably never gonna happen.

As such, I try to not mention anything ahead of time in case I end up not doing it. Heck, I’m now studying for SATs and I JUST told my parents what I plan to major in- to make sure I wouldn’t change my mind in case something else came up so I wouldn’t disappoint everybody and appear flaky and indecisive.

I DO think a lot of that is INFP-dom at its’ finest, but much of it is just me and my natural ridiculousness.

But in the end, I’m me.

And I guess I am okay with that.