Slowly Strolling in the Sweet Sunshine
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It definitely starts getting to you when your majors, the things you spend hours of time devoted to, the fields that you plan on dedicating your life to, are belittled daily. But I think this phenomenon is part of the reason my majors are so important: people are so quick to judge others based on their own perceptions of themselves, which results in egregious errors. These errors often lead to hurt feelings, feelings of despair and insignificance. What I strive to do is make people aware of the internal struggles that every individual is faced with and how to act in a world full of these struggles. The encounters with my peers that result in my academic choices being ridiculed make me disappointed in people and crushes my hope that individuals can unselfishly act with care and consideration in every experience they have with mankind.
I love walking in doorways where the step has a slight dip. I can’t help but feel like I’m part of this long history of walking through that door. Even if I’m not accomplishing something great inside, someone did once.
(Source: fuckyeahfamousblackboys, via fuckhappiness)
Confession: I like Bruno Mars. His songs usually strike me really negatively at first, and then all of a sudden I can’t stop listening. And fuck…he’s hot in this video. Ignore the few shots of Kristen Stewart and Robbie.
Being a real human being seems so exciting and daunting. Currently, I’m feeling excited because nothing seems more enjoyable than cooking yourself a nice dinner, watching some trashy TV, inviting a few friends over to talk, and playing Bananagrams. I’m not exactly sure when I’ll be a real human being, but it seems pretty nice.
Just got into a shouting match with my father about what feminism is.
1. I hate the word feminism. Part of it is me being lazy because I don’t want to work to define it. Part of it is me being annoyed that women deserve special treatment. Part of it is me fucking the world.
2. I was brought back to my childhood of me not wanting my dad’s help on homework because he would make me feel like an idiot and make me cry. My father is convinced he is always right (and let’s be honest, he usually is) and isn’t very nice about letting you know. I am going to attribute my unusually strong fear of being wrong to this. I’m also going to attribute my unreasonably high sensitivity to him, as I’m noticing how sensitive and quick to defend himself he is. I have definitely inherited these traits, although I didn’t inherit the ridiculously high intelligence that would have made these negative traits less debilitating.
3. I will now watch How I Met Your Mother so that I’ll stop crying and try to regain some sense of self-confidence again. Not sure how TV will help the latter, but it definitely can’t help.
