My friend has an interest in a guy (her co-worker) who seems to be her ideal but she is resigning tomorrow and refuses to ask for his number. Her excuse is that she has never talked to him before and it would be weird if she randomly asked him. I didn’t get the big deal, if he said no, it wouldn’t really matter because she’ll never see him again. And if he said yes, then great. But she absolutely refused and we debated for a while over this situation. Honestly, I don’t care about the guy but I have a problem with my friend caring so much over what people think of her and her fear of following through with her actions to get what she wants. She said that the next time she meets her type of guy, she’ll ask for his number.

Its always a ‘next’ time isn’t it? Its bullshit. She claims that she isn’t ready and next time she would be which seems senseless to me. The current situation is the perfect practice run of taking a risk because regardless of how it turns out, she’ll never face him again. And doing nothing doesn’t exactly prepare her for the ‘next’ time. I talked big in our debate and it made me think of what I would do in that situation. I don’t like talking to people, I’m very quiet and it is difficult to put yourself out there so I get where she is coming from.

I don’t want the guy I’m interested in to think negatively of me. What if he thinks I’m desperate? What if he tells his friends and they say shit about me? That would make my life more difficult. My thoughts became even more dramatic and for a moment I almost accepted that it was okay to not take a chance. Fear was getting the best of me. As time passed my thoughts changed to a more positive tune. My own friends taught me that before words even leave your mouth, they’ll already be saying shit. You don’t have to do or say anything but people will still say crap about you. If the guy I liked says shit about me then he’s not worth it and opinions aren’t permanent. He could change his opinion about me later on.

Rejection, embarrassment, and people bitching about me all pale in comparison to the definite death that awaits me. Most likely, however crappy I am feeling due to the things listed above, its not something that will scar me for the rest of my life. It might be something I will grow and learn from. Taking risks in life is the only way you can truly live. People will laugh, they’ll say bad things, bring you down, you’ll probably cry and get frustrated but in between all those fucked up emotions there exist the good things too. We always tend to focus on the negative rather than the positive and its our attitudes that changes our perspective. In most cases waiting is simply an excuse. For me, putting off something makes me think of it less until it doesn’t seem important any more. So many people end up in unhappy, unhealthy relationships and dead end jobs because they’re in waiting or too afraid.

The debate between my friend and I made me think of how I need to be more conscious about my actions and that I need to push myself more. If I follow my own advice she might see more credibility to it. This applies to anything we want in life, this blog merely stemmed from a conversation about a guy. You just need to go after your metaphorical guy. :P I’m going to attempt to overcome my social anxiety and I know its going to be difficult but CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

There was a time where I loved writing, it made things seem so much more personal and I hated typing, somehow I never wrote what I really felt. But now it seems that the opposite has happened. I still like writing but typing is so much easier and faster. I feel like my thoughts are flowing too fast for me to write and typing is a simple click of keys. I can type them verbatim from my head and it feels like me. Totally unedited and uncensored but let’s face it, nothing I write is ever risky or offensive so censorship is not needed.

I remember reading somewhere that it’s okay to be politically incorrect and I’m always holding back my thoughts because I’m afraid I don’t know enough about a subject to form an opinion that is not ignorant. I should face the truth. It is not about being not ignorant (though sometimes it is), it’s about peoples’ opinions about my opinion. There are also times when I don’t care enough about something to bother forming an opinion on it. I always wanted to be a very opinionated person and I do have many opinions – they’re just not very strong opinions. I can’t form black and white or very solid opinions like the people I usually admire, mines change according to circumstance and situation. Maybe I’m open to many different perspectives and sometimes I’m not. I don’t really know.

I also realize I like or not really like but just end up talking about myself a lot. My blog revolves totally around my thoughts on who I am and what I do. It seems horribly narcissistic. But I’m not trying to be. I’ll be 19 years in a month and I’ve realized its the most confusing time of my life. I feel like there is a gap forming with who I want to be and who I’m turning out to be and which one is better. This is where my thoughts get confusing and jumbled and I can’t seem to follow any more. But that is why I write all this shit down because I’m trying to figure out who I am and what I want in life. It sounds so damn corny; ‘who I am’ and all but yeah I’m experiencing teenage angst. Oh joy.

Despite this being a public blog I don’t write for a reader which is probably some top golden blogging rule I’m breaking. I don’t give a damn any more. I write to get shit out. I hope it’ll help me in life but sometimes it makes me realize how stupid I am. It doesn’t actually give me any clarity on life. Shit, I thought puberty was bad. The fuck is this?

Ya know I think my blog titles are going to contain the word ‘musings’ from now on, I quite like it.