I'm in that mood again. That mood that when it hits it is good that I don't have a car and I don't know the city. It is good that I have a certain amount of fear that keeps me where I am. Healthy fear. I always thought that sounded so contradicting. How could fear and pain be anything healthy?
I have been thinking lately about the person who I am. There comes a lot from others definitions of myself. Sometimes I tend to accept them to readily and other times I do not accept them when I should. I recreate myself so many times in a day only to find myself the same person going to sleep every night. I have been thinking and forming a picture of myself to hold onto when I feel the need to conform, to bend, to satisfy.
First off I am skinny, I am thin, I am slender. I am satisfied with being so and will no longer respond to those who tell me that I am TOO thin, TOO skinny, TOO slender. I take care of my body and I am content with the shape it takes. Thin has become the shape to scrutinize...
Thin people can be an occurance of nature.
I am shy. I do not respond well to social situations all the time. I am not good at group discussions. I am not stuck up because I will not talk to a person, I merely do not know how to go about starting a conversation.
I am compassionate. People deserve compassion. People deserve second, sometimes ten, chances. A person can be a victim of their surrondings and their time. Karma is not an absolute truth. Sometimes people get things they did not deserve. I am learning my boundries when it comes to compassion. Compassion doesn't that you can walk all over me.
I am many more things of course. It feels as though I am typing up some kind of crazy mission statement of myself. This blog has become a weird kind of outlet for my thoughts. It is an easy escape from homework.
In other news:
-I am thinking of doing another semester abroad...this means lots of work, and nickel and diming
my way through the next year so I would have the money to do so. (what are your thoughts?
Where would you go?)
-The semester is already half over...bbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaah
-My newest obsession is cookies. Must always have cookies. Cookies cookies cookies
-Why isen't recycling more accessible?
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