Quizzy Adult-in-Training

Perfection, it’s this unattainable goal we all strive for. To be perfect is to be without fault or, is it? We are told what we should do but are we really learning what life is really about when everything goes perfectly?             As a woman I am told time and time again the traits I must have in order to get a man, to keep a man, to keep him happy but, what about keeping myself happy? You’ve got to have a nice rack and great hair but make sure it’s not too perfect because otherwise you’ll just be portrayed as a bimbo. A woman can’t be beautiful and smart, a woman can’t be fat and beautiful, beauty is paired with nothing. It is a trait that stands on its own making all other redeemable qualities pale in comparison. Face value is all we ever take people at but in actuality individuals are the epitome of complexity, of depth. Every decision we make is backed by experience and emotion but no one ever tries to understand the why. ...

         Change, it’s a word that invokes many reactions. On one hand you have the people who run toward it, they embrace everything it embodies wholeheartedly. Whether it’s an attempt to fix their current reality into something resembling happiness or, to continue that high that allows them to adapt to an ever-changing environment. On the other hand you have people who run from change, who deem it unnecessary, those who find progress an idea of vulnerability that they are unwilling to approach. I can identify with both.             When Emaleigh died I experienced something I could never have imagined, a rush of emotion coming from all different sides that I couldn’t seem to handle. You’re given all of these issues that you need to fix but unlike a regular problem you can’t find the source. It’s something that seems to be forever unobtainable. I didn’t want change then. I wanted my reality to stay the sa...

           As much as I complain about Ohio looking the same, I can’t say that it looks ugly. It’s actually a pretty nice place, very picturesque, sort of Stepford and perfect but pretty nonetheless. I’ve been staring at this blank page on my Mac for the last 30 minutes thinking about what I want to write. I called my Mom instead of thinking about it, I guess I’m pretty good at procrastinating in literally every part of my life. I suppose I’ll just update you on my life, because I can’t seem to think about a topic of consequence, just be prepared for me to ramble. Although if any of you actually converse with me in real life you know that I tend to do that anyways.             I’ve been doing this internship thing in Ohio, it’s actually a lot harder than I thought. I have to say it made me question whether I was choosing the right major, if this is really what I want to do with my life. Coming back f...

          Life, it’s this enigma we all have to live. It’s this path we all have to travel, no one knows where it ends and no one can tell you where to go but we’re all told just to keep moving. It’s this ongoing struggle to make it through and sometimes we get to the end and we wonder where all the time went and did we even get to where we wanted to be. Life, it’s something I’m told I should have figured out by now but I think in the last 3 years of my life I’ve become even more confused on where I want to go and what I want to do and who I want to be with me when I do it. When you’re growing up you’re told you have all these options, there are so many possibilities but then you hit 18 and they say, “be realistic.”             I think in the last month I’ve learned a lot more about myself more than I have ever known before. I’ve been put in situations where I have to adapt and put myself out there. My bi...

Of late I’ve stopped putting myself on a schedule for blogging, normally when the feeling hits me I just go for it, that’s what this post is about. It’s about going for it; it’s about proving a point. This has really been on my mind for a while, I just didn’t realize how much it was bothering me until recently. I’m going to set this up through a story, my story that’s what this whole blogging thing is about anyways. When I was 19 my best friend died in a car accident. Emaleigh’s death was something unexpected, it was shocking, it was a dose of reality that none of us saw coming and something that I’ve had issues dealing with for a long time. Grief is not something that can be fixed overnight; it’s not something I can just turn on and off. It’s this emotion that rears its head unexpectedly, normally at the worst possible moments. The reason for its reappearance is hard to pinpoint, I’ve begun to deduce on my own that there really is no reason for any of it. You see something that rem...