Do you ever feel like that sometimes? Somehow, I always subconsciously feel the need to learn lessons the hard way. The first and only tattoo that I currently have(ish) on my body, a triangle symbolizing my time as a camp counselor last summer (once again, being a camp counselor is the best thing ever. Do it.), was done against my parents' will. I thought that I could hide it. One terminally ill Opa in hospice and a few panic attacks later, I was forced to remove it (unless I wanted to become a gold digger or rob a bank in order to pay for college). I broke up and emotionally manipulated with my first love again and again for around two years. He ended up cheating on me with an insecure girl who constantly looks like she feasts on lemons.
Would I change it though? Probably not. First of all, look how cute we were.
And also, without him cheating on me, I would have never applied for the aforementioned resident adviser job that I was rejected for, the camp counselor position that I love more than grilled cheese waffles (sounds gross, but actually delicious), and a new boyfriend that I care about enough to change how I act towards the people I date.
So, what does this have to do with the present moment? Well, I decided to stack my course schedule so that I have classes for eight hours on Tuesdays and twelve hours on Thursdays. Stupid choice, I advise you to avoid this, it's quite painful. And I am trying to remind myself that this is a great opportunity to learn (my inner education major coming out). Maybe, as my mom tells me, I just love dramatics. I like to think of it as a boredom allergy.
Oh, and for those of you who have no knowledge of Andrew McMahon, ready your ears for this link.
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