whoa, been a while. the only thing harder than the upkeep of one blog is the upkeep of two blogs. i don't know why i thought i could do it and stay interesting (*foghorn*)/motivated.
i'm coming up on close to a year post-graduation, and all i've really done with my life is rewatch entire television series (and then i proceed to identify outrageously hard with mad storylines, womp womp), work out occasionally, grow out my hair and then cut it, and spend more money than i have -- hardly what i imagined i'd be doing with my life back when i was a wide-eyed 21 year old, standing at the edge of the rest of my life. it's been rough, for sure. with all the terribleness that's going on in the world, i'm very thankful and happy with what i've got in life, and i know that i'm lucky for all the great people and great things going on in my life. but the past couple months have still been trying, unhappy, and very lonely. after a while you've got to take a long, hard look in the mirror and ask what's wrong with you that you still can't find a job or some sort of direction in your life.
i don't know when it happened, but some time over the course of the last year, i lost myself. i lost the person i had grown into, the person i had grown to love; i lost the skin i felt comfortable in. i lost everything i felt good about and i lost all the devices i used to use to make me feel good again. i lost the sense of self-confidence, of self-assuredness. i felt like i lost my insides and guts (not the gut though, *foghorn*) and my heart, and i just felt really dang lost, period.
without going into the long-winded, "woe is me" details about how i went deeper into the crevasse to go through this wonderful journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance, i'll sum it up with this: i became consumed by my anger and cynicism without knowing exactly where it came from. it wasn't until we received
the verdict of a criminal case against the man who
killed my cousin in a car accident last winter that i realized what all those bad feelings were stemming from.
i don't want to get into discussing the verdict or the specifics of it, really, because i think it's all bull. well, never mind, i'll get into it a little bit. i understand that i'm bitter, and i understand that i'm being vindictive. i understand that no punishment, no matter how severe or how harsh will bring my cousin back. i also know that it wasn't only our lives that were changed -- ed stapinski's life and his family's lives were also changed forever. i sympathize with that, and i feel for his family. i know guilt is a terribly powerful thing to live with, and i'm sure he feels sorry for what he did. i know all these things, and i also sometimes believe in forgiving and moving on, but i don't think i'm there yet. maybe that part of my maturity isn't fully formed yet. so a part of me is dying inside because he might not have to serve the full six years. the paltry six years he got for getting drunk to three times the legal limit and speeding over thirty miles an hour over the speed limit, resulting in the death of an innocent man. how do you get so drunk that you're
three times the legal limit and escape being labeled as "reckless"? "aggravated driving under the influence"? cuss that, you
killed a man. was it intentional? no. was it reckless? hell the cuss yeah!
so back to my original point -- that anger, that hostility, and that cynicism that came to dominate my spirit came from the knowledge that bad things happen to good people. and good things happen to bad people. you can do good your whole life and get nothing for it, while you can do bad and not suffer the consequences.
so why be good if it pays to be bad? why work hard if there are people who can skate by and still win? why do things the right way every time if it's so much easier to do what's, well, easy? why put yourself through that?
again, i'll spare you the sappy, self-congratulatory details of how i came to this point, but i realized that no matter what the world and what life has to throw at me, i've got to stay true to the core of me.
my life philosophy is to do good because it's the right thing to do, not because there's some sort of reward for doing good or some sort of punishment for doing bad. work hard because there is no other way to work. give everything you have because there's no other way to give. (unless it's food, in which case a big girl's gotta eat, you dig?) love with everything in you because there's no other way to love. most of all, be good to the world and the people around you. i think that sometimes that good and that positive karmic energy you put out into the world might return to you in some way. finding money on the ground. getting an e-mail about your class being canceled before you leave your apartment. having your favorite song come up on shuffle when you need a smile. y'know.
i learned a lot about me, and i learned a lot about my "friends", too. because -- and did y'all know? -- some people don't come around so often when it's raining. some people don't wanna talk to you as much when they know you've got nothing but bad news. some people don't want to talk so much anymore once you start asking for help. some people don't miss you when you're hurting. some people don't want to reach out if they think they have to reach into a hole. "i get by with a little help from my friends?" that whole song and dance? it's nice when it's there. but a lot of times you'll find yourself rolling one deep.
(side note: i would DIE if someone dedicated "roll up" to me. DIE. i'm just saying. i've thought about dedicating this to at least seven different people. mad thirsty, but i'm not sorry about it.)
while i felt grateful for the self-discoveries i made, i still felt angry that my friends couldn't have been there with me, that they couldn't have supported me or even given a hoot about what was going on. but that anger was
so wrong; that emotion was entirely unnecessary, and the energy i spent being mad at all the trifling people who "weren't there" should have gone towards working on my relationship with the person who was there all along -- respect starts with you. love starts with you. you know what i mean? you can't expect others to love or respect you if you don't love and respect yourself.
i had to sit back and recognize that i wasn't lost in some deep, dark, desolate hole of sadness and cries and gloom. i didn't need someone to save me, i didn't need someone to tell me what i was missing. i wasn't lost and the person i've always been didn't die away, either. that person, although she's been kind of sad and lonely and down for a while, well... she's always been there. she's always kept fighting and standing up and brushing off her shoulders like she's the baddest thing walking. she's been there from the beginning, and she'll continue to be there through everything.
i guess what i'm trying to say is that i've always known who i am (awkward phrasing, eep). i love my friends who've been there too (don't think i spend all my time fretting about the people who weren't there), but i'm glad i found me through all of this. i've always known that i'm not lacking in the strength, heart, determination (read: bullheadedness), guts, or courage to persevere, and it's nice to know that when things get hard again i'll *still* have all those qualities to carry me through it. it can get rough sometimes, but if you stay you through it all, you'll make it out okay. god, this post has been full of nonsensical mess, but i hope you know what i'm talking about. i've always known what lies in my heart and what drives me. sometimes i just need the rain to remind me.
i always felt it beforethat the world was filled with much more
than the drowning soul i've learned to be
i just need the rain to remind me