“So you think I’m in love?”
“I didn’t say it like that. But I was just teasing.”
“Okay, seriously what do you think?”
“It’s not my place to say anything. It’s your decision at the end of the day.”
“I know, but I also want to know what you think.” Continue reading “A Conversation Between Friends”
(1 week ago)
It was around 10 pm, and I was heading over to your apartment with three different boxes of pizza sitting in the backseat. I was only headed over at the late hour because I needed to talk, and you, being the friend that you were, said yes.
“I’m about to graduate in a few months,” I say. “The main thing is, now that I’m not with my parents, I don’t know what to do afterwards.”
And I talked about my college life. And all the people that I’ve met. And how, even though all your friends say that one day you will find love, no one seems to be interested in wanting to know you romantically. And that lack of a long term relationship made that sense of loss stronger.
“I just feel so lost. It’s hard to describe, but it’s there.”
Continue reading “Life and Being Lost”
The morning started out as it normally did. I woke up early as usual, the quiet sounds of the morning chirping in the air, the day still cold. My roommate forgot to turn off her TV. I could hear the Game of Thrones theme song playing through the wall, the sound reminding me that I haven’t finished the latest season.
I stood up from my bed, my head aching from general lack of sleep. My mind was still a blur, causing my motor functions to slow down. It was so early that at first I didn’t realize that it was already the next day, and that I have a lot of work to do before the day is over. Continue reading “The First Morning I Forgot You”
The word “preppy” means different things to different people. But what image comes to mind when the word is said?
Do you think of someone who is well off, dressed in pastel colors, with gelled hair? The Merriam-Webster dictionary describes the word as “Someone who dresses or acts like a student at a prep school (such as by wearing neat, somewhat formal clothing or by using particular words and phrases)”.
Since starting college, I’ve been looking into switching up my style. After two and a half years, I felt as if I had found the style that fitted my personality. In the past year or so, I’ve described myself as being preppy, not only in terms of dress but also in the morals that I believed in. To me, being preppy meant setting yourself to a higher standard and putting yourself second, if not third. I guess I’ve always had these inner standards. It just took time for my outer self to match my inner one. Continue reading “Being Preppy”
Looking at a blank screen with a flashing line, it seems like I don’t know the best way to start writing.
The last time I wrote in a meaningful way was back in high school, which seems like an eternity ago. Back then, I was a different person living in a different world.
Now that I’m a few months away from graduating college, I’d like to say that I’m a better person, that I’m a completely new person than I was before I started college. It certainly feels that way: I’m now much more comfortable with who I am as a person. Even though I’m not entirely sure of what I want, I’m fairly certain that given time, life will give me what I need. The hard part is getting there.
Although I can’t predict what my future holds, what I can do is to try and enjoy the ride. This blog is to help you, the reader, come along with me, and see where life leads me.
Care to hop in?