Birthday Girl.
I don't feel any different. I'm pretty sure my insides are the same, if they're even still there. Sometimes it feels like they aren't. Can't believe I managed to make it another year, especially considering all the times I didn't think I was going to survive.
I'll save you all some birthday cake and ice cream (if cookies and cream is all right with you).
I'll save you all some birthday cake and ice cream (if cookies and cream is all right with you).
I can't sleep, so what are you passionate about?
I know this is kind of a candid post for me, but I've been exhausted all day, and when it comes time for me to sleep, of course, I can't. I've been up for the past hour or so thinking about a question my sociology and communications professors have both asked over the course of the past week:
What are you passionate about?
Is it sad that I couldn't answer this right away? Or is it a good thing that I had to take a step back, (have a mini existential crisis) and think about what I really am passionate about? Jac and I also had this conversation last week, and even then I didn't know how to answer. I still don't really know, but this is what I came up with:
I'm passionate about: writing, music, blogging, studying, shopping, love, self-discovery, traveling, art movements, 80's movies, summer nights, the beach, lyrics, friendship, family, my future, work, reading, learning, and talking.
There's probably a lot more I could add to the list, but my question is this: What defines what things we can be passionate about? Is there some higher authority that tells us we're only allowed to be passionate for things like hobbies/skills/activities? Or am I allowed to be passionate about the beach and summer nights? And to what extent are we passionate about something? Is it like a pass/fail type of thing where you're either fully engrossed or not in it at all? Or are there varying degrees of passion? Can I be more passionate about self-discovery than my future? I guess those are questions left to decide for yourself.
In any case, what are you passionate about?
What are you passionate about?
Is it sad that I couldn't answer this right away? Or is it a good thing that I had to take a step back, (have a mini existential crisis) and think about what I really am passionate about? Jac and I also had this conversation last week, and even then I didn't know how to answer. I still don't really know, but this is what I came up with:
I'm passionate about: writing, music, blogging, studying, shopping, love, self-discovery, traveling, art movements, 80's movies, summer nights, the beach, lyrics, friendship, family, my future, work, reading, learning, and talking.
There's probably a lot more I could add to the list, but my question is this: What defines what things we can be passionate about? Is there some higher authority that tells us we're only allowed to be passionate for things like hobbies/skills/activities? Or am I allowed to be passionate about the beach and summer nights? And to what extent are we passionate about something? Is it like a pass/fail type of thing where you're either fully engrossed or not in it at all? Or are there varying degrees of passion? Can I be more passionate about self-discovery than my future? I guess those are questions left to decide for yourself.
In any case, what are you passionate about?
i'm so sad right now. so sad, so tired, so fucked up. i'm broken, and just when it seems like i'm about to forget, it hits me full force. it scares me that the people who interact with me on a daily basis can't even see how unhappy i am. i don't have any fancy descriptions or words to romanticize this. this isn't something that deserves to be pretty. i'd give anything to disappear.
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