I enjoy lists. Even if no one reads them. Why do I post them on Xanga, then? Because maybe I'm hoping SOMEONE will read them, relate to them, and I'll feel less alone in this cold cold world that we live in. No, I'm not a sissy, I'm just in a mood. You know, one of those poetic, free-spirit moods? I don't know if you know. But I know. So it doesn't matter if you know.
What is this list, you ask? Well, keep reading. Maybe you'll find out. Then again, maybe this is just for me, but I put it out there so other lost and wandering souls like myself can find some light at the end of the damn tunnel. Stupid tunnel.
1) Broken is a relative term. I wish there were more words for this feeling than just one word, just like I wish that there were more words for love than just love. In all different languages across the world, "love" can be broken down, subdivided, into different kinds of love: family love, romantic love, fuck-me love. I guess in some ways it's good that we have such sparse vocabularies because then we can fool ourselves into thinking he means one thing, or I meant it this way, when really we didn't/they didn't/he didn't.
I feel broken sometimes. I think a lot of us do, but I think it's very relative and you can't tell someone their problems don't matter because they definitely matter, if not to anyone else, then to me. I'm emotional, what can I say. I'm broken. Yes. It feels good to admit it. Now I just have to fix it, because relying on someone else to do that for me is so stupid that I should have realized it a while ago.
2) I have epiphanies either a) in the shower or b) during my dreams in the middle of the night. I'll wake up and be forced to confront deep-seated issues in my subconscious.
3) I want to know everyone's story. I want to know your story. Tell me your story. Because our stories make us who we are, it's our experiences that shape our behavior, and without our stories we would be nothing. Even if the stories are all lies, it still tells us something about ourselves. We can make up stories about ourselves but it'll still be an explanation of something inside of us trying to get out.
Everyone has a story; that asshole that cut you off in traffic this morning, he has a story, maybe his wife is in labor at the hospital and he's in a really big hurry. That chick in front of you at the grocery store this morning, maybe she was buying all the wine because she's having a girls night with her best friend. That bitch who never shuts the hell up in class, maybe she's like that because she doesn't know what it's like to have someone's attention, so she has to have everyone's all at once.
Don't judge people before you know their stories, because you could be all wrong. I think everyone should write their stories out and give them to the people that think they know them because I guarantee you none of us knows each other as well as we think.
4) Sometimes I scare the shit out of myself. I can do scary things sometimes, and it's frightening to realize how much damage I have/could have inflicted on myself in the past.
5) I'm afraid of becoming a crack addict or an alcoholic more than anything else in my entire life. More than I'm scared of ending up alone. I don't smoke crack, or any other drugs like that, but it's in such easy access and I'm sure I would think it could make my problems go away for a little, at least until I OD'd or became wholly dependent on it. I have an addictive personality, which is why I never know my limit when I'm drinking. I become addicted to everything, and that's something I need to learn how to control. New Year's resolution? I think so.
6) I feel like I'm missing opportunities but I don't know what else to do. I'm in a prestigious medical program, I have wonderful loving parents, I have friends who care about me, a bright future ahead of me, but I'm coming so close to throwing it all away. I wonder what would happen sometimes if I just ditched this shit and ran away to New York City to start all over, maybe if I was a bartender, or I waited tables, or I sang at coffeeshops, tried to make something of myself other than what the path is for me. I feel like testing fate. I think that's something else that contributes to my fear of myself: I can be dangerous and volatile sometimes. Some people call that "spunk" but that's not the right word for it.
7) I want the house in the suburbs, white picket fence, kids, husband, dog, nice career. But I also want to live in between now and then. I want "then" to be sometime soon, preferably in the next ten years, so that "now" can be over.
8) I don't know what living means. Is it getting shitfaced with people you think are your friends? No, I really don't think so, because those people are just as fucked up as I am and there's no reason to look up to them and want to be like them at all. Is it going clubbing and dancing like there's no tomorrow? I don't think so, because my clubbing experience only involves booze.
Why do I equate "living" to alcohol or some sort of hallucinogenic out of body substance? What is my problem? I think living doesn't mean alcohol. I think it means doing what you want to do, having fun, and being in the moment. I'm planning on living it up New Year's Eve with some friends I haven't seen in a year, with absolutely no alcohol, in someone's living room, with the tv on and pizza in my pjs. Is that living? You bet your ass it is. I think I'm getting somewhere.
9) College is slowly sucking my soul out of my ass. I was never such a dumbass before. Well maybe I was. But I didn't have the means to be my dumbass self, and I managed to keep everything in check before. Unfortunately now my inner dumbass is shining through. What the fuck? These are supposed to be the best years of my life. I don't THINK SO.
10) I'm getting an apartment in about six months. I'm moving out of the dorms with two people I trust to keep me out of trouble and to keep me motivated. I'm growing the fuck up because I can't stand being stuck with all these other people living what they think is their life and pretending to be something they're not. I'm not a genius, but I'm not stupid, and I'm starting to figure out who I am, no thanks to YOU.
YEAH YOU ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. You're not helping me with my life, you're screwing it up along with your own. I thought I wanted to be your friend, but hell no, why would I want to be friends with people who think they're so cool when really they have no idea what the hell the big picture is all about? At least I'm working on it...what are you doing right now? You're probably passed out on someone's couch or lighting up a joint and talking shit about how fucked up you're gonna be on the first day of second semester. Have a great time, and I hope you fucking find what the fuck you're looking for.
Sorry for the language on the tangent.
I'm moving out. I'm growing up. I'm also growing a pair. Even though I'm a girl, and don't need a pair, I'm getting some anyway. And they're gonna be balls of steel. Just try and bust them, bitches. I will throw it back at you faster than you can say "fuck me sideways".
Yeah I'm single, and we'll see if that changes, but if it doesn't at least I'm happy right now with where I am, in my parents' house, lying in my old bed with my old ass stuffed animals tucked in beside me. This is the one place I know where I am and I can actually feel a sense of my old self. I've been moving too far away from that person and I don't know or like who I'm becoming. And it's in my power to change that. I've been saying this for such a long time that I don't know why I didn't fucking do this sooner. I have the power. Do you hear me? I have the power over my life.
It's just me and God, and everyone else can get in line to try and get to me, okay? My apartment, with MY friends, you know, the real ones, not the fake ones. My life, my car, my happiness, my music, my studies, my grades, my family, my choice. So I'm gonna fix this shit. Excuse me while I figure out my life.
New Year's resolution?
ALL OF THE ABOVE.PostSecret that I think sums it all up.
HAPPY 2009!


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