Meeting new people is one of the biggest challenges in life. Why? It’s uncomfortable, unusual, and often times it gets sweaty. In fact, meeting new people is a lot like a new pair of shoes. Just as people are different, shoes are different. They come in unique shapes, some are ugly, some are fabulous, some of them you can’t afford, and some you’re just too big for.
When I first met my pair of Liz Claiborne’s, I didn’t know what to think of them. I was never keen on weaved wedges, so I walked past them with judgment. Still, my friend encouraged me to try them on. Once they were on my feet, something about the shoes caught my eye. I checked them out before talking myself out of spending the 50 dollars. As I started walking with them, I felt awkward with the extra 4 inches. I had never had been so tall with any other shoe before. Eventually, I felt comfortable with my new shoes and just started running around like mad in them. And after almost 3 three summers with my favorite shoes, I was now a 6 1/2.
There are many types of people in the world not everyone will be a friend and not every shoe will belong to you. If one shoe doesn’t fit, don’t get discouraged because there are many more. But if you find a pair that catches your eye, buy them. New shoes may come with a love-hate relationship, but don’t take them back just yet because you just might end up loving them.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
The Sea of Self Pity
Before I dive into my entrancing tale, if you haven’t noticed, I have been gone for a while. The reason, a combination of laziness and inspirational challenges. Truthfully, nothing really motivated me and I don’t intend to put meaningless dribble on here so you should be thankful. Anyway, in spite of sounding too PBS-kids-like, back to the story.
Up until late April, I thought I had a pretty good life. Sure, I had problems with my parents and I didn’t have boyfriend, but I liked my life. Then, I started to notice Kristen was becoming very close with a new group of guys. Stacy and her always would talk about people I didn’t know. Suddenly, I realized my life was not as great as I thought it was, compared to them at least. Guys swarmed over Kristen. Stacy knew everyone and I was left in the shadow.
Feeling unable to measure up to them, self pity was a daily challenge and I became addicted to it. Crying over my imperfections, wishing for change, wanting more excitement; it consumed my every thought. When I had suspicions Kristen and Stacy were leaving me out, I would immediately get on facebook and check their statuses much like a crazy stalker. Once I confirmed they were “at the mall”, the self pity process would begin again.
After some careful thinking and time away from facebook, I realized how retarded I was acting. I was looking so hard for evidence my friends’ lives were better than mine, that I wasn’t even seeing what was right in front of me. I always was jealous of Kristen’s constant drama report that I didn’t even hear what she was actually saying. Her life was complicated, filled with lies and deceit. Stacy’s was just as troublesome. She delt with the most powerful emotion of all, love. Once I stopped pitying myself, I actually heard what my best friends were saying. The message was clear: everyone has their equal share of problems.
Be happy with what you have. Think of yourself as lucky not to have so much drama, fortunate enough to have loved, blessed to have great friends. And remember if you want get anywhere in life, stop lying in the sea of pity. Do yourself a favor and stop crying, wishing, wanting for something and more listening, helping, trying.
Up until late April, I thought I had a pretty good life. Sure, I had problems with my parents and I didn’t have boyfriend, but I liked my life. Then, I started to notice Kristen was becoming very close with a new group of guys. Stacy and her always would talk about people I didn’t know. Suddenly, I realized my life was not as great as I thought it was, compared to them at least. Guys swarmed over Kristen. Stacy knew everyone and I was left in the shadow.
Feeling unable to measure up to them, self pity was a daily challenge and I became addicted to it. Crying over my imperfections, wishing for change, wanting more excitement; it consumed my every thought. When I had suspicions Kristen and Stacy were leaving me out, I would immediately get on facebook and check their statuses much like a crazy stalker. Once I confirmed they were “at the mall”, the self pity process would begin again.
After some careful thinking and time away from facebook, I realized how retarded I was acting. I was looking so hard for evidence my friends’ lives were better than mine, that I wasn’t even seeing what was right in front of me. I always was jealous of Kristen’s constant drama report that I didn’t even hear what she was actually saying. Her life was complicated, filled with lies and deceit. Stacy’s was just as troublesome. She delt with the most powerful emotion of all, love. Once I stopped pitying myself, I actually heard what my best friends were saying. The message was clear: everyone has their equal share of problems.
Be happy with what you have. Think of yourself as lucky not to have so much drama, fortunate enough to have loved, blessed to have great friends. And remember if you want get anywhere in life, stop lying in the sea of pity. Do yourself a favor and stop crying, wishing, wanting for something and more listening, helping, trying.
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