This weekend, many of my friends got rejected/ wait listed to colleges that they've wanted to go to their whole lives. I got rejected to my number one choice as well. But I'm not terribly upset by that.
It would have been so easy for me to get into Cornell or Boston University if I had just put in a little effort, but I didn't. It was my choice. I chose to goof off and have fun rather than do my school work, and it prevented me from going to top-notch schools. But never in my life would I trade my life and future for what it could've been.
That should be the way that all my friends who aren't feeling too good about themselves right now should feel. Everything happens for a reason, and, in my opinion, a good balance of schoolwork and fun is more important than getting into that preferred school. These are the best times of our lives, and I'd hate to see them wasted.
Growing up pretty atypically taught me a lot of things. In particular, it taught me not to dwell on the past. Regardless of how much you wish it would change, it won't. It sucks. But it's the truth.
For example, today I talked to a very close friend of mine. She got wait-listed from the school that she dreamed of going to. In my opinion, she had two simple choices:
1. Feel down on herself and be miserable.
2. Make the most of her other opportunities and succeed.
My friend is a very intelligent, hard working student. She has a very successful life ahead of her and no reason to look down on herself. In my opinion, the school is missing out on her. That's beside the point. There is no reason to wish you could change the past and no reason to feel bad for yourself.
You have to embrace life and all it's ups and downs. It's part of growing up. Life isn't easy, but it's one he'll of a ride.
March 25, 2012
March 23, 2012
Just Let Loose
"You can tell a lot about a person by what they wear." This quote is an oxymoron in itself. Firstly, it holds a lot of truth. Everyone judges based on first impressions. It's a natural human reaction. For example, some people see someone with tattoos and dark clothing and automatically assume weirdness. It's human nature and a hard habit to escape.
On the other hand, some of the nicest people in the world have the most unorthodox style. It just goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover.
People are so different from what you see on the outside. I often look at people and wonder how they think and what they feel. I want to understand them. There's a certain beauty in the way that we hide our emotions. I love watching a person who is generally introverted open up and let loose. It fascinates me because these people do things you would never expect.
Austin Randolph has been in my large circle of close friends since my freshman year. He used to be the quietest of us all. Over four years, he has slowly opened up. Every day he surprises me with something new that I would never expect kind ol' Austin to say or do. It's quite the experience.
The most integral part of a relationship between to people is comfort. Knowing that you are close enough to someone for them to be carefree is a fantastic feeling. It's what I strive for. When I'm with my friends, I do the craziest things because I know they won't judge. It's the ultimate high.
High school has taught me a lot about life. You can't always get what you want, and you can't make everyone happy. If you can find a good support group of the closest friends, it doesn't matter what else happens. The only thing that matters is that you've got 'em.
On the other hand, some of the nicest people in the world have the most unorthodox style. It just goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover.
People are so different from what you see on the outside. I often look at people and wonder how they think and what they feel. I want to understand them. There's a certain beauty in the way that we hide our emotions. I love watching a person who is generally introverted open up and let loose. It fascinates me because these people do things you would never expect.
Austin Randolph has been in my large circle of close friends since my freshman year. He used to be the quietest of us all. Over four years, he has slowly opened up. Every day he surprises me with something new that I would never expect kind ol' Austin to say or do. It's quite the experience.
The most integral part of a relationship between to people is comfort. Knowing that you are close enough to someone for them to be carefree is a fantastic feeling. It's what I strive for. When I'm with my friends, I do the craziest things because I know they won't judge. It's the ultimate high.
High school has taught me a lot about life. You can't always get what you want, and you can't make everyone happy. If you can find a good support group of the closest friends, it doesn't matter what else happens. The only thing that matters is that you've got 'em.
March 16, 2012
Memories
This year, I realized that my childhood is coming to an end. It's important to take advantage of every opportunity I am given with the people that matter to me. I love my friends, my family, and my girlfriend. Next year, everything starts all over. But I can't lose touch with all these people.
Every one of them is responsible for who I am as a person. They've all impacted me. The memories we share will go with me to the grave.
For example, Friday nights with my friends are always memorable. Tonight, we all purchased Nerf guns and attacked Taylor Jenkins at work. In the car, I hung out of the window, danced, sang and created four hours of laughter. I live for nights like tonight.
Now, I'm hanging out with my girlfriend. Just relaxing but still happy.
It's not always easy to be happy. But it is important to make the most of every moment of laughter and fun while you have the chance. The people important to you won't be around forever. You have to make the most of every second of every day.
This one's for you. You know who you are. I love all of you.
Every one of them is responsible for who I am as a person. They've all impacted me. The memories we share will go with me to the grave.
For example, Friday nights with my friends are always memorable. Tonight, we all purchased Nerf guns and attacked Taylor Jenkins at work. In the car, I hung out of the window, danced, sang and created four hours of laughter. I live for nights like tonight.
Now, I'm hanging out with my girlfriend. Just relaxing but still happy.
It's not always easy to be happy. But it is important to make the most of every moment of laughter and fun while you have the chance. The people important to you won't be around forever. You have to make the most of every second of every day.
This one's for you. You know who you are. I love all of you.
March 9, 2012
Forget Me, Not
Today, I read an article about a potential new drug that enables a person to forget memories. Basically, memories are created by the brain's synthesization of proteins. Each time an old memory is recalled, proteins are produced, and the brain rewires itself. The pill prevents the production of PMZzeta, the protein responsible for memory, thus preventing the rewiring of neurons. Since the neurons are not allowed to reconstruct, the memory is forever forgotten.
At first glance, this seems like a tantalizing fantasy. Every bad memory you have could be instantly erased simply by recalling it one last time. The pill only erases specific memories, so there would be no harm to the brain itself.
But I would not take the pill.
It's as simple as that. My memories are what makes me, me. They are responsible for the person I am today, a person I am proud of. Despite the recall of certain memories being regular and depressing, without them, I wouldn't understand struggle or success. My current state of positivity wouldn't be so positive because I would have no bad times to compare it with.
People who know me say I have a lot of energy. People who really know me understand that I am simply enjoying every minute and creating as many great memories as possible.
I am content with myself now, and I am finally content with my past. I don't want to forget what is responsible for my happiness. I live for the present, not the past, but forgetting is not an option. My memories keep me humble and serve as a reminder to appreciate every day I am given. My brain is full of memories, and without memories, I am nothing.
At first glance, this seems like a tantalizing fantasy. Every bad memory you have could be instantly erased simply by recalling it one last time. The pill only erases specific memories, so there would be no harm to the brain itself.
But I would not take the pill.
It's as simple as that. My memories are what makes me, me. They are responsible for the person I am today, a person I am proud of. Despite the recall of certain memories being regular and depressing, without them, I wouldn't understand struggle or success. My current state of positivity wouldn't be so positive because I would have no bad times to compare it with.
People who know me say I have a lot of energy. People who really know me understand that I am simply enjoying every minute and creating as many great memories as possible.
I am content with myself now, and I am finally content with my past. I don't want to forget what is responsible for my happiness. I live for the present, not the past, but forgetting is not an option. My memories keep me humble and serve as a reminder to appreciate every day I am given. My brain is full of memories, and without memories, I am nothing.
March 2, 2012
Panic
Last night, I had a rather routine panic attack while thinking about a rather routine subject: my future. As I approach my college years, I am finally seeing the end of my childhood. It scares me to death that I'm approaching these mysterious years known as adulthood. I wonder what kind of job I'll have, what kind of family I'll have, and, worst of all, will I even enjoy my life?
I hope the answer is yes, but the picture I have in mind for my future is much easier to picture than it is to create in reality. In some cases, I don't even know what I want in my future. Do I want kids? Do I want a house with a lot of land? There are so many questions that I have no answer for.
And worst of all, I'm just growing closer to the end of my life. Every time
I think about this, I go into a panic attack. My body starts shaking, and my heart starts racing. I have to step back and force myself to accept that I will be ready when the day comes. I'm setting myself up to live a happy life so that I'll be ready. This, also, is easier said than done.
Death is scary. I think the reason that people, including me, are so afraid of death is because, regardless of how strongly we believe in an afterlife, there is always uncertainty. I, personally, am not religious. I do not believe in the afterlife. A lack of spirituality could be a reason for my fear. The thought of death being the end of everything is the most depressing thought I can imagine.
I have to accept it. There is no way of escaping dying. I just need to make the most of my time above ground. I love living, but I am so scared of the end.
I hope the answer is yes, but the picture I have in mind for my future is much easier to picture than it is to create in reality. In some cases, I don't even know what I want in my future. Do I want kids? Do I want a house with a lot of land? There are so many questions that I have no answer for.
And worst of all, I'm just growing closer to the end of my life. Every time
I think about this, I go into a panic attack. My body starts shaking, and my heart starts racing. I have to step back and force myself to accept that I will be ready when the day comes. I'm setting myself up to live a happy life so that I'll be ready. This, also, is easier said than done.
Death is scary. I think the reason that people, including me, are so afraid of death is because, regardless of how strongly we believe in an afterlife, there is always uncertainty. I, personally, am not religious. I do not believe in the afterlife. A lack of spirituality could be a reason for my fear. The thought of death being the end of everything is the most depressing thought I can imagine.
I have to accept it. There is no way of escaping dying. I just need to make the most of my time above ground. I love living, but I am so scared of the end.
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