So…I
don’t have a date this Valentine’s Day (or anything resembling a date). I know surprising
(not really). So being alone on Valentine’s Day means one of two things: I can
mope around, watch romantic comedies, drink alone, feel sorry about myself, and
eat an entire pan of brownies or I can make this day about what it is supposed
to be: love. Just because I don’t have someone special in my life doesn’t mean
that I don’t have things or people that I love. I love writing and reading and
drinking tea. I love finding and trying new and healthy recipes. I love my old
friends who tried their best to hold on to a person that had changed and didn’t
quite fit anymore and love my new friends who took me in even though I was
obviously broken. I love my parents who have spent their money and their lives
trying to make my life as perfect as possible. I love my brother who I don’t
always get along with but always had my best interests at heart. I love the
person I am becoming, someone kind and smart and beautiful. I love the beauty
of calculus and physics and all the science of everyday things. I love life at this time more than I have ever
loved it before and I think that’s the key to loving someone else.
FredTheSubaru
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
The thing about
life is sometimes it’s impossible to find the good in it. A day of awkward
encounters, mean words, and stressful work and other times perfection in the
smallest meaningless things; standing in an empty parking lot as the snow falls
softly from the sky, beautiful, inhuman, without expectations, for itself or
me. A moment that although already ending feels like it will go on forever. Or
this moment writing in a hallway busy with life, drinking a hot cup of tea, a
pink pen. Moments I wish I could enjoy in the moment. The thing about life is
it is made up of moments. And maybe in this moment my pants are too tight and
there is a hole in my left sock, and I need to wash my hair. But this moment is
also a moment where I watch two people across the hallway connect. A moment
where I overhear a conversation between two loved ones. A moment where I see a
tired woman sit down with relief. It is a moment of life and that is the very
most I can ask of it.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
I
don’t want to be a main character. Let me explain. I read a lot, watch a lot of
TV, and movies and I write, or at least I try to. I know a lot about protagonists,
antagonists and main characters in general. They are fully rounded people with
strengths and weakness. There are also subsequent characters, which are often
flat, showing only one emotion, or defining characteristic. They serve their
purpose and then they are gone from the story. Readers or watchers often only
remember them for one particular reason, whether it be their excitement or
information or something else more interesting and prevalent to the story.
Sometimes when I watch TV or read a book, I identify with one of the main
characters but I want to identify with a flat character. I want to disappear into
a crowd. Be a character in a story that a reader forgets before they forget the
part they played in the story. I don’t want to be a round character with a full
range of emotions; it’s hard to have a full range of emotion. I always feel
like I stand out, awkward and extremely aware of who I am and what I am doing.
I want to forget. I want to be remembered for my excitement, my information and
then forgotten.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Sleepovers
The
thing about sleepovers is they stop being about sleeping after a certain age.
They start being about drinking or boys or drinking with boys. When we were
little the idea of staying up late at a different person’s house terrified us.
When we got older the idea of boys and alcohol scared us. But we faced our
fears with pillows and sleeping bags and later with spin the bottle and cheap
vodka. This didn’t come without its embarrassing moments. Unfortunately for me
it involved a lot of puking. First at my friend’s house in the first grade and
a bad cause of the stomach flu and later on the white carpet of my best friend’s
house with the help of wine coolers and vodka. We used these moments and the
friends we trusted to face our greatest fears: the dark, being away from home,
using the substances we were always told we shouldn’t, kissing boys we were
told to stay away from, sneaking out of houses we were supposed to be in. They
were a part of growing up and although some of us skipped a few steps we all
have our good memories (and our bad) from our sleepovers.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
I want to do everything, I want to be happy.
I
go to a very good high school, and I am grateful for my education. When you
enter high school, suddenly you are bombarded with questions about what you want
to do for the rest of your life. And when you enter a very good high school the
only expectable answer is college, a major in something practical, and a
stable, long lasting career. On New Year’s Eve I reconnected with a guy I
used to know. I found out that in the year we had not spoken
he had moved to New Zealand and was doing amazing, inspiring things. I started
thinking about what I had done in that same year and realized I was in almost
the same place I started the year in, which was not to say a good place. And you
see this friend he didn’t go to Minnetonka High school, he went to a public
school in Minneapolis. His life after high school was not mapped out by
generations of family members and expectations from parents. He got to choose
his future. There is a theory in sociology that human beings are born with many
talents and societies and cultures such as those in America force human beings
into a single talent. Most people are unhappy in this aspect because it means
that they are not living up to their full potential. I like physics, and writing, and genetics and
cooking. I don’t want to choose. I think college is the right choice for me,
and maybe that is because I was raised with that belief that college was
important, and it is. And to do any of the things I want to do I need an
education but I don’t want to be unhappy doing only one thing. I want to do
everything.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
I am a bit of a hypochondriac.
Now hear me out; I do have a lot of ailments for a seventeen year old. I have
terrible allergies, asthma, my digestive system doesn’t really digest very
well, and I get horrible migraines. But I have this ability to go from headache
to brain tumor before you can say neurologist. I worry and not to brag but I'm really good at it. I worry constantly about my health, my family, my friends,
people I don't know, clothes, homework, college. Do you like my new hair color,
do I like my new hair color, I don't know but I'm worried about it. Literally
anything you can think of. And I think it’s kinda ruining my life. I have so
much going on in my head it’s really hard to live in the real world. I think
the key is to want to, and I'm working on that.
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