Remember being in high school? Remember how you would do things without really understanding why you were doing them? Maybe to be cool… or to impress someone… or to be like everyone else, or to be liked by everyone else… or maybe you saw someone on TV, some kid, and you thought “that’s what kids are supposed to be like“ so you better try real hard to be like that kid or else people are going to think you’re weird…
When do you grow out of that?
I’m sitting here playing a game on my phone. My nephew likes to play this game also. It’s a puzzle game called Flow.
And I’m thinking about how good I am at this game. Like, look at the puzzle a couple seconds and then just complete in one stroke.
Pretty awesome, if I do say so myself; but also catches me off guard sometimes as to how easily I solved this puzzle.
Ok, I’m getting really tired of this. I mean, who do people think they are? I am my own person. I can make my own decisions. If I choose to do something, wear something, style my hair a certain way, take part in an activity, or believe in something specific then that has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!
My whole life has been a series of accomplishments. Up until now.
Let me explain my grief today.
You probably didn’t know this, but I design t-shirts.
OH MY GREAT GOODNESS JELLYBEAN FUNERAL!
Here’s a little preface: I work with teenagers… and my brother and my sister, who are not teenagers. We work at a Frozen Custard shop. Think Dairy Queen except better.
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I know you’re going through a lot. I know it doesn’t make sense. I know it seems like the people around you don’t get it. I know it feels like something is wrong, but you don’t know what it is; and people around you may or may not see it, and even if they do, they’re not sure what it is either. I know because I’ve been there. And you are right:
It will get better, in time.
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