Best part of summer is that you only see people you make an effort to. The last few days I’ve really been trying to shut myself out from my friends and try to enjoy myself through the only things I can really rely on…myself and the world around me. It’s been extraordinary to really see all the beauty around me that I’ve taken for granted all this time. It’s given me time to process.
All my life I’ve been told what to do and how to do it.
Supposedly I am to look beautiful always (but never try too hard be too fake), study as much as possible (but accumulate knowledge of the world outside of textbooks), spend time with friends (but never let them get in the way of school work), fall in love (but if you let someone hurt you your a fool!), work (but good luck finding a job that fits around everything else!), find yourself (but if you experiment to widely your a mess!), have sex (but not unless you love the person!)….I could go on but I think you get the point. With all these ironic traits of society, how can anyone expect to accomplish anything? If all their worried about is accidentally venturing outside these tight lines of acceptance how will we manage to find ourselves let alone happiness. Well I certainly haven’t and don’t intend to—>hence the blog name: the unconventional life of me