- He has a girlfriend?! #readingoffwhiteboards
- throwing up at fraternity date parties, on your date. #whereami?
- meals with the girls <3 #recuperate
- our nights. #everynight
- Our lives
In approximately 25 days , it will be my 20th birthday.
In my head, I paint this to be a monumental occasion marked not by parties or extravagance but by the simple hope that I’ve attained at least some useful lessons in the past years that I can carry with me into the second decade of my life.
Lesson #1: Fake it ‘til you make it. My teenage years, and most of my life thus far, can be characterized by a never ending journey towards acceptance and the reckless unrealistic attainment of being “that girl.” This is all well and fine, but you have to be realistic with yourself. It is physically and irrevocably impossible to attain anywhere near this perfection, however, the pursuit of it should be enough to satisfy us. See, at the end of the day, no one is a worse critic and skeptic but our ownselves, and to the rest of the world, we are “that girl.” Whether or not that is true is completely and unforgivingly irrelevant.
Lesson #2: Swallow your pride. As humans, it is instinct to think. As girls, it is natural to overthink. As teenage girls, it is our inalienable right and unrelenting curse to overthink things into oblivion. However, it is important to retain perspective and realize that not everything is about us, and this is actually the greatest thing. We have to take chances. We rob ourselves of both opportunities to earn and lessons to learn, if we let our own pride get us down.
Lesson #2.5: Swallow your pride (but not to chase your drink). Yes, people do stupid things when they are drunk. Here’s a news flash though, it’s still stupid even if you’re drunk and it will still be stupid the morning after.
Lesson #7: Friends. Never underestimate them, and never undervalue them. A true friend understands when you’re not always there because they know you are there for them always and vice versa. I love them to the moon and back. My friends this semester have had my back through it all. There to help me cover up hickeys, pick me up from sketchy poor life decisions, help me gain perspective, and protect me from the people that hurt me. They have really and truly made me a better person and I cannot imagine my life without these people. Even if they do speak in Spanish.
Whether I’m actually (and ironically) just fooling my self into naiive ignorance that these lessons are true and I can apply them to my future endeavors, is far beyond the realm of my caring. For now, I will remain content in my blissful ignorance and remind myself that tomorrow is a new day. I’m growing up and venturing into a new self and a new world. The greatest part being that if who I am and who I hope to become never converge, that is the result of my own choice, my own failure, and my own success.