So many things are easier said than done, and it sucks.
I know when people give me advice, it’s because they have my best interest at heart, but so few understand how hard, and sometimes unrealistic their advice is.
“Just put yourself out there! Make new friends.”
I don’t remember making my friends that I have now. Most of the people I used to know, I had known since 6th grade. Making friends in elementary school seemed to happen like magic. In high school, I feel like I’m missing some special guide book that everyone else seems to have. I try and try, and I just keep coming up short. I’m missing out on a lot, and holding myself back. I’m worried for when college comes. My current plan is being in a sorority (I know it’s basic, but bear with me), which I’ll honestly end up making another blog post about sororities and my infatuation with being in one. I think being in a sorority would help me find a community, a sisterhood, if you will. My only current problem, is that they are extremely expensive, but I’ll find a way. For now though, I’m in high school, and sadly I can’t be in a sorority now. So that solution is invalid.
“Just get over it.”
I try. I try and I try, but it’s always in my mind. I don’t forget. The thought fills my brain like a sink, until it’s brimming the edge. Instead of spilling, it drains. Something will distract me for a fleeting moment, until it starts to fill up again. I can’t just forget. Maybe I’ll find something new to obsess over, but every once in a while it’ll come back to remind me.
“Just speak your mind/Say how you feel!”
I think that the way I feel is obvious, but I have to step back once in a while to realize that I have to project how I feel, to get the feedback I want. It’s been hard for me to realize that to get the help I need or any response at all, I need to be open. Again, easier said that done. I don’t like swallowing my pride.
“Just take one day at a time.”
Oof. Big big oof. I often look at the bigger pictures of thing, mostly relating to time. I count in weeks, not days. Weeks until I go home, weeks until Christmas, weeks until, weeks until, weeks until. It’s like a mantra. I think it’s easier for me to cope this way. We don’t measure long amounts of times in seconds, or usually we don’t. A minute seems a lot less daunting than sixty seconds. The same way that one week seems like less amount of time than seven days. Something that I also do, that I realize not everyone does, is counting in sleeps. During the Christmas season for example. When I was little, and honestly still now, I would count how many times I had to sleep, until it was Christmas morning. My child brain needed a way to simplify time.
Point of this blog, a lot of things are easier said than done. Just saying a solution, doesn’t mean that executing it is just as easy.
I agree with this. people can make it sound so easy, but its not. We’re always here for you, so feel free to speak your mind around us!
I understand this so much. I have the hardest time making friends, mostly because I feel like I’m not always being myself because I am afraid of judgement.