Just Like Err'body Else

Seems like everyone uses their blog as an outlet for their deep thoughts that are difficult to just interject into casual conversation. For example:

"Hey what's up?"

"When they say you go to school to learn, I thought they meant historical facts and mathematical concepts.

What they really mean is, you learn who you are. You learn what you like and don't like. You learn who your real friends are, and why you love them. You learn how to love, and how to care, or you learn how to hate, or you learn apathy. You learn how little you know. You learn how different people are from one another. You learn who you want to stand out as, or you learn if you like standing out at all. You become someone new - you become your own person, or you become a combination of everyone else's input.

You change.

Am I proud of how I've changed? Of who I am now?"

"Uuh . . . I gotta go."

Yet, that would be perfectly normal to post on a blog, right? So, I'm going to take a moment to be "just like err'body else" in the blogging world. Here are some more thoughts I've had lately. Because even though I pretend to be comical, I actually think seriously sometimes. Try not to get too bored.

"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts

Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms

Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?"

-Mumford & Sons

This song makes me think about people in general, and I ask myself:

Are they really in love? Or are they just afraid of being left alone? 

Do they just feel like they need a place to belong in this sometimes cold world?

Having no regrets doesn't mean you never mess up. It means you appreciate what you have learned from your mistakes, and move on.

I like being a woman (or teenage girl for now I guess). Despite my feelings about all the jokes, and the "Woman, make me a sandwich!" etc, this is what I'm good at. I actually enjoy making sandwiches (don't get any ideas though, boys) and cooking in general. And I would much rather do some scrapbooking in my kitchen with scented candles all around while listening to Michael Bublé than go hunting or hang out in a sporting goods store. (Although, I must admit, much of my childhood was spent playing tackle football, wrestling, building forts, hiking, and exploring with my brothers. And I loved every second of it). 

It's hard to admit this to myself, because I never want to fall under any sort of "conventional" category, never ever never ever never. But I can't deny my love of chick flicks any longer, dang it!

Dear anyone who has ever interacted with me in any way shape or form,

I'm different in some way because of you. Thanks, probably.