Love Your Friends Like Romantic Partners

I believe Valentines Day is such a strange holiday, at least for us to celebrate in the modern day. In between the major holiday of New Years and the minor one of St. Patrick’s Day (which is also weird), there’s a holiday all about dating and love. It’s also turned into a consumeristic cash grab but I’m not here to rain on anyone’s parade (especially my own). I’ve never met anyone who actually likes Valentines Day, unless it’s someone who’s been in a long-term relationship (which makes you think… duh!).

Personally, Valentines Day has always been something that I dread. Since getting old enough to date, I’ve either ended a relationship right before Valentines Day, met someone immediately after, or was with someone that never took it seriously. So I always opt out to spend it with my friends or with family. Thankfully, my dad has stepped up to be my number one Valentine every year since I was a baby, so my standards are high.

I introduce all of this to sort of counsel myself into a solution for my own love life problems and also stall for the real topic of this blog. It’s no surprise that I am very open about loving my friends a little bit more than most people are comfortable with. A lot of people are really specific about saying “I love you” either to people they don’t really love or saying it too often. I think there are two types of “I love you”s but, of course, they’re going to sound the same. I absolutely think you should take the romantic “I love you”s very seriously, don’t say them too often and don’t say them too quickly. But the platonic “I love you”s? Everyone gets one of those from me. It’s really hard to not earn one from me, I love hard and I love lots. 

A few months ago, a family friend that I really look up to and admire sent me a video on Instagram. I find it funny how she drops the most inspiring pieces of advice through Reels at random times in the day, especially in between Smiling Friends (RIP) fan art and other funny videos. It was a video about a girl getting interviewed in a park and she said, “Treat your friends more like your lovers and your lovers more like your friends.” She goes on to explain herself in a really beautiful way that I admire so deeply. I want to take this statement and explain why I personally believe in it. When this family friend sent me that video, I had already been thinking about that statement and saying it in a different way in my own life and since then, I’ve been thinking about it even more.

Obviously I don’t think we should date our friends. I just think we should prioritize our platonic friendships as much, if not more, than our romantic relationships. There are so many young girls that chase after a date while not being able to see the beautiful platonic friendships that provide for them even more than a romantic one ever would. I was definitely one of those girls when I was younger.

As I got older, I heard more and more about how I should value friendships over dating. I heard it so much that I knew it couldn’t possibly be a thrown-out suggestion that didn’t take years for these other people to realize it themselves. But sometimes you have to live through the experiences to truly learn where it came from. It’s hard to take advice and live by it without knowing what happens when you don’t.

Now, there are definitely lines that shouldn’t be crossed in showing your love for your platonic friends, but that should be up for you and the other person to decide. For the most part, it’s not anyone’s business how you interact with your platonic friends, just like it’s not anyone’s business how you interact with your romantic partners. You don’t have to put a label on it either, again, the same way you don’t with romantic partners. You don’t have to claim it as some sort of nonbiological familial love to explain it to people and you don’t have to explain it as pretend dating either.

As an only child, it’s difficult for me to be able to relate to actual sibling relationships. Usually, I label any friendship I have with a male as a brother/sister relationship because that one of the only bonds I know will make sense to other people. I have felt, what I think to be, true sisterly love before, but as I get older, I try to lean away from specifically labeling my friendships, especially as sibling relationships because 9 times out of 10 they don’t even fall under that category to me. I just naturally refer to many of my friendships like that.

Of course, as a society we are obsessed with labeling things. I’ll admit that I am too. It gives me a form of comfort in understanding more about the world or myself. But I’ve noticed a lot less labeling recently. With the rise of “situationships” and just “talking” to someone romantically (even though those are ultimately labeling it) rather than dating, I’ve noticed more and more people pushing against the expectations of labels. Now both your and my opinions about labeling romantic relationships are a topic for another day, and that’s just not what I want to talk about. I want to hop on the no-label train and prioritize the bonds of friendships rather than labeling them, even if I do treat them the same way I would romantic partners sometimes.

More recently, I had a talk with one of my closest friends about romantic and platonic love, specifically in inexplicably stated queer media, after watching “The Long Walk” (I wonder who). We talked about how a lot of queer relationships are deemed as “brotherly” or “sisterly” love by the mainstream media that’s too afraid of outwardly titling those relationships as queer/romantic. We came to the conclusion that it doesn’t really matter if it’s labeled as some form of “sibling” love, as long as it’s not explicitly stated as that in the actual content and can be interpreted as queer representation, the most important part of it is that it’s love. It doesn’t matter if it has the ability to be explicitly stated as queer representation or if it falls under the description of platonic love to the mainstream media, what matters is that it’s love and it’s beautiful. (maybe omit since it’s saying the same thing)

Ultimately what I’m trying to say is in the title. There’s not much explanation I have other than love is beautiful. There’s a lot of overlap with the feelings you have for platonic friends and the ones you have towards romantic partners. Don’t be afraid of that overlap. You don’t need a romantic partner in your life if you have meaningful bonds that already fill that role.

You don’t need to have a boyfriend to have a good Valentines Day. It’s not lame that you spend it with your dad every year. If you want to give gifts to your friends like an extravagant boyfriend, don’t be afraid of doing that if you know it’ll make you happy. I’m just talking to myself here…


I wanted to insert a bit about this clip from Smosh where Shayne Topp talks about how people love to see a relationship on screen because I thought it fit and it was just so beautiful. I also just think a lot of things are beautiful.

When I was younger and was more of a quiet kid, I would watch the popular friend groups and specifically observe their friendships and relationships with each other. Even if I knew the group was not nice overall, like if they were mean to most people, I still admired their friendships because that was some of the most genuine relationships I’ve seen from an outsider’s perspective.

All relationships are beautiful, even if they weren’t great in the beginning, even if they aren’t great now. I think we were put on this planet to love each other. Give your friends a kiss for me. Or whatever.

February Journal blurb

In November I had the opportunity to work at the Renaissance festival, a popular festival that happens every year in the Louisiana area. People from states close by and far away travel to see this amazing event, and it’s truly as awesome as it’s hyped up to be. If you’ve never been to the ren fest before, it’s a big festival; based within decorated boarders that depict what life was like in the Renaissance Era. There are old-timey houses, huts, shops, and booths that surround the streets of the main festival. The streets/walkways are dirt and gravel roads, and they run miles across the base. I didn’t get to see every part of the festival, but I knew it stretched very far, and there were many more interesting things happening in certain areas (like jousting, kind of upset I never got to see it).

This specific job was very memorable to me because it was my first time working in the food service industry. My older siblings have all had jobs in the food service industry, so naturally I thought it’d be a good place to start whenever I needed to look for work. This past summer I ended up working at a nature center (which I loved and totally want to do again). So, I wasn’t working in the service industry yet, like I thought I would. During this time many close friends and family members were recommending that I give it a try because I needed the experience, socialization, and money. I do like working with people, so I wanted to give it a try.

I would’ve never thought one of my first jobs would be at a place as cool as the ren fest. I’d never been to the festival before, so I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I agreed to work with my friend and her sister for the month. It was an amazing experience. I got to wear garb for the first time in my life, and it felt good to wear something completely different than I’m used to. I got to interact with people from different backgrounds and states. Some of them had been coming to the ren fest for years, and they were very open to talking about the details of their garb (I loved to ask them). Everyone was so happy and outgoing, and I loved being a part of it.

I worked in an ice cream/milkshake booth, and I can honestly say that I underestimated the skill and experience it takes to work in the food service industry. Of course, I had no prior experience in customer service, but I didn’t think it’d be as tough as it was. It took me a hot second to learn how to make the milkshakes, sundaes, and even the simple crepes we sold. We operated on a make-by-order basis, so while I was learning I was also serving the customers (Many people were forgiving when I messed up their order). There were moments when I had no idea what I was doing. It got nerve wracking at times, but I learned how to handle myself in those types of situations, so I like to think it worked out in my favor.

Working at this festival was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done, and I would love to do it again. The owner of the booth I worked in does a lot of different shows, so it’d be interesting to travel and work at other events. If you’re considering changing your work options or looking for different environments, you should totally take a chance and see what’s out there. I did, and I had an amazing time. Thanks for reading.

going analog (kind of)

Since Christmas, I’ve been making it a goal to be more disconnected from my phone, and social media. I know it’s not that original of an aim, but I think that I’ve been doing pretty well with it. With how purposefully addictive technology has been designed, I’m trying to take back my attention span, because it’s completely shot. I find that I can barely pay attention to a book for as long as I used to. Now, I can’t say I’m going completely analog because that’s nearly impossible in this day and age and it would be incredibly hypocritical saying that on an online blog post, especially when so many aspects of my life are online, but I’m doing my best to minimize my time on social media specifically. I’ve implemented a lot of tools to do so, like using single-purpose tech instead of the swiss army knife lodged in my gut all the time (my phone). I’ve disabled all of my notifications except for texts, calls, and emails, and I’ve set up a grey-scale filter on my screen so that my phone looks just as soul-sucking as it feels. I’ve also installed an app called OLauncher that is designed to remove all of the colorful app icons that distract me so easily. It’s set up so that I only have 5 apps readily available on my homescreen, and the rest are hidden in a tray, all formatted as lists so that there’s no pretty images to grab my attention. I’ve also Marie Kondo’ed my apps. Anything that is not a genuinely helpful tool has been removed from my phone, no games, no shopping apps, nothing except for what I actively use every day. If I don’t use it in more than a week, I delete it and redownload it again in the future if I need to.

Another thing I’ve done is I’ve bought myself an off-brand IPod to keep all of my music on. I’ve cancelled my subscriptions and have started buying my music myself. It’s much more costly, I’ll admit, but at the end of the day, I’ll never lose the license to access music that I truly own. Buying off of apps like Bandcamp also comes with the added bonus of knowing that I’m directly supporting the artists I’m listening to, rather than a monthly fee being divvied up into fractions of a cent for each artist I listen to, with the lion’s share going to a corporation. While it’s not a perfect system, I really enjoy having so much agency over things that mean so much to me. I’m also very excited about the personalization I’ve done. While the Innioasis Y1 is a great device out of the box, I’ve downloaded a program called RockBox. RockBox is designed to bring new life to old IPods, but since it’s main goal is accessibility and improvement, it has been developed for the Y1 as well!

Going analog is completely impossible for me currently, but I’m doing my best to be more mindful about my media consumption and tech interactions. I’ve noticed that I’m much less pessimistic than I used to be because of it, and I’m so much more okay with missing a text or a phone call when it used to make me panic. This really felt like a slap to the face when I remember what every mom on earth has said to their child: “It’s that damn phone.” I really do think that we have the power to step away from being mindless phone zombies, if we’ll only try. I hope this inspires you to be a little bit more present in your life and set down the phone once in a while.

2026: My Most Dreaded Year

I’ve written about the new year about three different times, and I don’t think I’m going to stop anytime soon, even a month in. 2026 is going to be my biggest year yet: I’m graduating high school, I’m starting college, I’m traveling, and– I’m graduating high school?

I’ve heard the phrase “Class of 2026” for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t understand what it actually meant until elementary school. 

“Class of 2026 means you’re graduating in the year 2026,” my extremely patient teacher told me probably after I walked up to her during recess.

“What’s graduating?” I probably asked her, like an idiot.

“It’s when you’re done with school and maybe go to college.”

“Why would we do that?”

I already knew I was going to become the girl that I am today: terrified of growing up and unhealthily attached to the past. When I turned eight, I thought I wanted to be six years old forever. And then I turned ten and wanted to be eight years old forever. That continued until I became a teenager and realized I would never want to live in objectively the worst, most awkward stage of my life any longer than I had to. 

But I couldn’t fathom a time in my life where I didn’t go to school. Obviously I knew adults that were out of school with jobs and kids, but I never imagined that being me. I thrived off of getting good grades, taking notes, and showing off my report card. So I became terrified of graduating and with that, the phrase “Class of 2026”. I would hold back tears when the teacher went on long rants about preparing us for college and I would cover my ears when my friends talked about how excited they were to graduate.

I avoided the phrase until middle school when I decided that 2026 was so far away there was no reason to worry about it in the first place. I shrugged off the phrase whenever it was mentioned and I breezed through middle school only focusing on the present. I’d say it was an alright time. Then high school arrived…

I was in concert band, so I got the chance to meet and get close to seniors as a freshman. And in May, I attended a graduation ceremony for the first time. It was only when I was sitting in the second row of woodwinds, clutching my oboe in my sweaty hands, in the middle of playing “Pomp and Circumstance”, I realized that I would be walking that same stage in less than four years.  That’s when the fear came back. 

I would get nauseous when I imagined myself in a cap and gown and, again, I would cover my ears when my friends talked about how excited they were to graduate. It was like I slipped right back into the elementary school version of myself – terrified of growing up, constantly avoiding the phrase. But I couldn’t stop time, so my sophomore year came and went, then I left to come to MSA.

I certainly feel different about graduating now. Not only am I going to be walking across a completely different stage, but I’m actually excited to graduate. I don’t mean MSA isn’t serving me anymore, it’s not like that at all. I really enjoy being at MSA and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I mean the future has so much that I’m extremely excited for. And graduating is the first step to getting closer to that. 

I would shock my elementary school self by saying that I’m completely comfortable with the idea of graduating, maybe even my middle school self too. I don’t avoid it, brush it off, or completely crumble at the thought of it anymore. I’m equally as happy with the present as I am excited for the future. There is so much here and there is so much waiting for me at the same time. After hearing “Class of 2026” my whole life, and having very complicated feelings about it, I’m excited to confront the phrase head on by taking it to heart and holding it above my head when I walk across that stage in May.


I originally meant for this to be more on my feelings about 2026 and what it’s like being a part of the Class of 2026. I think, somehow, I hit the target enough to be happy with this and what I’ve said. There’s a lot to be said about the time passing between first discovering what Class of 2026 actually meant and now finally earning that title but I highly doubt I’m emotionally ready to go in depth about that. But it’s really beautiful when you can actively watch yourself change and see how much you’ve grown. I hope I continue to be this conscious of my growth and the way time passes when I enter, and eventually graduate, college. Honestly, I just can’t wait for my brain to fully develop and travel, have my own place, and achieve all my goals. I think I just dislike being a teenager, which is weird. If you asked 16-year-old Steph anything, she would tell you about how much she loved being a teen girl completely unprompted. It’s really funny the way we change in such a short amount of time.

January Journal blurb

My dog gave birth to seven puppies in September. While I was away at school my mom sent me a photo of her and I was shocked to see a small pile of black and white puppies laying under her, feeding. Of course, I couldn’t see the puppies until a few weeks after they were born, but when I finally got a chance to see them, I was ecstatic.

The puppies were unbelievably cute! I played with them in the pin my parents built for them in the backyard. When I picked one up and held it in my arms, I was saddened to see it covered in fleas. I knew my family couldn’t afford flea treatments for seven dogs, but I didn’t want the puppies to suffer. To help with their fleas I gave each dog a bath. I put them in a plastic tub my family didn’t use anymore and rinsed them with soap and water. As I continued to clean them, I discovered more fleas. Clusters of them were living in their fur, around their necks, and in the crevices of their legs.

I couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it was for the puppies. I took an old hair comb we never used anymore and attempted to comb as many fleas out of their fur as I could. The process was long, and even with the flea comb, I couldn’t get nearly as many fleas out as I would have liked. When I finished washing and combing them, they piled into a corner of their pin. They cuddled and slept for a few hours, and thankfully it was hot enough outside that they could dry without getting super cold.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could help them without financially burdening my parents. So, I searched the internet for safe at home remedies to help lessen fleas for puppies. I found a lot of good remedies and some questionable ones, but I was hopeful that a specific remedy would work. I decided on this water and white vinegar mix that many dog owners said worked for their dogs. I was extra careful to avoid their faces when I sprayed them with the mixture. It was noon when I sprayed them, so I knew they wouldn’t be at risk for hypothermia. (it was cold outside and young puppies aren’t good at creating their own warmth)

 When I inspected them a few hours later, I saw a big decrease in their fleas! I could already tell the puppies were more comfortable and they were more playful too. Although the mixture did not work as well for some of them, I was happy that I could help in any way.  I’m still looking for better remedies. Hopefully ones that don’t make them smell like vinegar…

Also, a more current update, my parents found homes for four of the puppies! The other three are still with us and are healthy. I’m thankful. I’m also hopeful that we’ll give the other ones away to owners who care about them. Aside from my dogs, January has been a nice month. Since I’ve begun applying for colleges, I’ve worried a lot about what the next few years will look like. Spending time with my family and pets has been an amazing way to take my mind off things. It has also reminded me of how far I’ve come as a person. In the past two years or so my life has changed drastically, from losing two of my closest relatives to moving away from home. Despite all of this, I’m grateful for the change, and I believe it has helped me become a better version of myself.

Road Trip

In my last blog, I talked about college preparation and how I had somewhat of an idea of my future and how I knew I wanted to move out with a friend and live off campus from the University of South Carolina. But I also stated at the beginning that one day I would look back at that blog and see how different things worked out. Now, just as I predicted, my plans have almost completely changed. 

I realize now that I am not made for being in one place. My freedom is something I hold very dear to me, but right now it feels restricted. I have spent years waiting for the day I graduate so I don’t have to be tied down by the title of teenager or student. It feels very inferior to me, and I know that I am more than just that. And I also know that there is more to life that just being told what to do and how to do it. So, after all this waiting, why would I subject myself to go to a place that’s going to make me work like a dog for the rest of my life just to pay it off. College, though I understand its importance, is just another cage to me now. I do not want to spend so much money on something that gets me nothing. I do not want to be one of those people who spent four years working on a degree just to not be able to find a job anywhere and have to pay off debt for the rest of my life. It would all be a waste. I understand many don’t see it that way, but I do.

I have a primary plan right now that I cannot talk about yet, so if it doesn’t work out, I have a backup plan that is just as good to me. The world is full of beauty, and I want to find it all. When I graduate, I want to move to South Carolina with my father and work on a project with him. After a lot of working and saving, I plan to buy a van so me and him can renovate it for living capabilities. I wouldn’t need much. Just a bed with storage space under, an electric generator or solar panels (most like not solar panels), and whatever else I find I may need. Once this project is done, I am on the road. My first destination is New York City. I have dreamed of seeing it my entire life, no matter how many people say it’s not all that. I’ve been jotting down the places I want to go in New York, allowing me to learn a lot of cool things about the area.

After New York, I will start heading up and down the U.S. going through all 50 states. This will obviously be over the course of a year or two. While doing this, I plan to work a freelance job in journalism while writing a book and documenting my travel. Once I’m done with the U.S. it is time for the world tour. That’s likely to be planned a lot later.

I understand that this is somewhat unrealistic and kind of crazy, but I know that in today’s world, it is better to chase your dreams than try to make money. And the price of college in just as unrealistic in my opinion. I hope this made sense. There is so much more but then this would be one-hundred pages long. If you want to know more feel free to ask me about it.

My New Obsessions with Superheroes

So, I know my last blog was about Superman, but this is so important guys. I’ve fallen in love with superheroes 18 years into my life, like both Marvel and DC, which is weird because I’ve always only liked DC since it felt like they had more cartoons, and for all my life I’ve ONLY ever watched cartoons, but this all started with Superman… And Deadpool, which isn’t that surprising.

My Grandma never had cable while we were growing up, so she collected movies. She had X-Men, Spiderman, Superman, Batman, and Wolverine. So, my interest in Superman was already talked about, and I watched Man of Steel and the Newest Superman movie. Along with the Dark Knight movies (I cried at the end of Dark Knight rises), and the newest Batman movie. I was so scared that I would watch them and not like them, so I procrastinated it for months until Christmas break because my grandma bought me the new movies for Christman! (Love her) where I binged them all. I even have Superman Vs. Batman which I haven’t watch yet, but I have some memory of it for some reason.

Superman (2025) | BeenamaThe Batman - Superando todas as expectativas - Crossover NERD

I also watched the Deadpool trilogy, which encouraged me into Marvel, and I also watched the Spider verse movie for the first time a couple of weeks ago! Watching Deadpool & Wolverine encouraged me to search my grandma’s house for the Wolverine movie, which I haven’t watched just yet. There is also this youtuber named Mike’s Mic who I love watching. He made videos on both the Fantastic Four, which I forgot how much I loved them, and videos on the X-Men, and for some reason the movie my grandma had disappeared in her abyss of movies, but she will be found soon…Fantastic Four (2005) summary & plot - Spoiler Town

Prime Video: Deadpool & WolverineSpider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - All The Tropes

Now, I have huge plans to collect comics and physical DVD’s because not only has my love of superhero’s grown, but my love of having physical copies of things has a well. Soon, I’ll dust off those Spiderman movies, and I’ll live my dream of actually liking superhero’s. Growing up in a household that loved superhero’s and not liking them was NOT for the weak. I have to make this my whole personality for as long as I possibly can.

Being into superhero’s has also like done something to my morals. I’ve always had subjectively good morals, but this really opened my eyes. Especially like watching the lives of these fictional characters who feel so real. I cried during the Superman movie when he talked about how he was more human than most humans, and I cried when Alfred told Bruce that all he ever wanted was for him to live his life in the Dark Knight Movie. And Spoiler, I guess?? I sobbed during the Batman when Alfred died, and had been dead for almost two hours, and Batman couldn’t do anything about it. It’s like unlocking this secretly sensitive side of me. I’ve always been an empath. Most people are, but it’s usually so hard for me to actually feel for someone, but these movies have encouraged me to continue to do my best to make big changes in this world. 

Be like Superman who lived most of his life being a hero, and even though it wasn’t what he was meant to do, he continued to!

Be like Batman, who doesn’t have powers, but still fights for what’s right even if he has to make sacrifices. (Also, he’s so freaking rich, so get that bag too)

Be like Spiderman, who even when his life got flipped upside down, he still did what he could to prove himself and be a hero.

Be like Deadpool who cared for his family so much, that he fought battles that he didn’t even think he could win.

Idk smth about being Punk rock…

"Deadpool" Is A Genuinely Funny Action-Comedy - San Francisco News

 

How I’m Healing My Inner Child

Since I’ve started my senior year of high school, I’ve adopted a very special personal project. Unfortunately it’s not a YouTube channel, a new sketchbook, or a novel (yet!). I’ve started a journey to heal my inner child! When I began, I didn’t intend for this to be a fully structured journey. It was more so a way of living that I wanted to establish for myself. I simply decided: I’m going to start doing things for little me rather than anyone else.

Everyone’s heard the term “healing your inner child,” maybe even too much. But as a 17-soon-turning-18-year-old, I think it’s a really important journey for everyone to go on regardless of age. In teenagers, it directs you on a path that might help limit the stress of graduating, college-searching, and the incoming terror of officially being an adult. And if you’re not a teenager, maybe an adult, I think healing your inner child is still a worthy journey to go on. Your childhood years are even further from your moment in life so I can see it being even more gratifying. 

I think an idea I see a lot is that you can get to a point where your inner child is healed and you’re done forever. I don’t really see it that way, I believe it’s a constant practice. You can’t go back into time and actually change the way that things happened in your childhood. Even if you think your inner child is “healed”, you wouldn’t be the same if your childhood was never hurt (as sad as it is to admit). So why stop there?

While healing my inner child, I’ve learned that it gets worse before it gets better, but that can be said for a lot of things in life. There’ve been many dips in my journey and I honestly think those are very necessary in doing it effectively. (Note: I thought about saying “right” rather than “effectively” and I want to use this as an opportunity to say there’s no right way to heal your inner child. My description of my own journey is no way a series of instructions. It’s more of a preparatory description of this kind of project and what I’ve been experiencing.)

When retracing your steps to your most formative years, you’ll probably be reminded of unpleasant moments. You might also become depressed thinking about childhood. It sounds terrible to say that it’s normal but in this context, I’m sure it is. Starting your journey is difficult when you have to go back in time to the reason why your childhood doesn’t feel fulfilled. Also nostalgia is a sickening feeling and you’ll have it constantly in your journey, just adding to that depression.

I’ve realized that healing your inner child is also extremely embarrassing! I’m humiliated to admit that I watch My Little Pony, Aphmau’s MyStreet series, and 10-year-old LDShadowlady and Vixella videos. But that’s literally what it’s about. It’s embarrassing and that’s perfectly fine. If it makes you happy deep down in your soul, where the little you resides, that is all that matters. 

After it gets better, though, it’s unbelievably rewarding. You feel free and your life becomes yours again. It’s fun when you live for that little kid you used to be. There’s still some major dips but I think that just comes with high school. 

When you think you’re done, when your inner child feels healed enough to move on, it’s important to keep catering to that little you so your progress doesn’t get rewritten as you enter a new stage in your life. Keep watching that childhood favorite show when things in college get hard, keep pursuing that childhood dream as a hobby when your job feels like it’s asking too much of you, keep doing things the younger you loved when you feel lost. 

The reason I think things like this are so important is because I believe our child selves are the truest versions of us. That’s us before any wrong doings from older generations, before the terrifying experience of growing up, before the stresses of society and adult life. Those things change us for the worse. They make us angry, scared, and small minded. Live as if the little you is controlling the organic machine of your brain. You’ll take more risks, say no to things you actually wanted to say no to and yes to things you wanted to say yes to, you’ll laugh more, play more, generally do more things that give you an archive of experiences that change you for the better.


I feel silly being not even 18 talking about the horrors of being an adult. I haven’t even gotten there yet, but I’ll admit that I am terrified. Imagine it’s not even that bad for me when I get there (I highly doubt it). Maybe it won’t be if I’m already preparing like this. 

This was partially an excuse to be able to talk about how proud I’ve made my younger self. I’m pursuing her dreams of being an author and I’m working on fulfilling her dream of having a YouTube channel. I’m dyeing my hair the way she’s always wanted, and I’ve never been happier with how it looks. And I’m being extremely cringe like she always was. That’s really what this post is about, I just didn’t know how to gracefully fit it in here.

Things I’ve learned in philosophy class

As an online dual enrollment student, I take plenty of classes that I don’t necessarily have an interest in. Honestly, taking these classes isn’t all bad because I also take classes that I do like and genuinely enjoy. But there’s always that one class that I can’t fathom, no matter how many placebos I’m juggling at the time. Although I expected intro to philosophy to be included in this bottomless pit of classes, it wasn’t. In fact, I learned the most in philosophy I’ve ever learned in another online course before. I took a genuine interest in the material and learned valuable things about life. This knowledge not only had an impact on how I viewed the world, but it put into perspective what I could do to change my own actions. In this blog, I’ll be talking about what I’ve learned in philosophy class and how it impacted my understanding of the world and myself.

The mind and body as two separate entities:

There’s a famous philosopher who specifically studied the correlation between the mind and the body. The body, in this philosopher’s brain, is an unthinking, machine operated being, and the brain is a non-extended thinking substance. Rather than seeing the mind and body as one whole that works together to carry out life tasks, he sees them as two separate entities that work closely together but have little in common. He backs his belief up with the fact that the body is divided into multiple parts, whereas the mind is only one whole and can think independently. Thinking about the mind and body in this way makes a lot of sense because I feel that my mind is vastly different from my body in every aspect. So, because we deal with two separate entities, it’s important that we care for them individually and through different methods.

                                                There’s a lot of power in reflection:

            For an assignment, we wrote about our feelings on Socrates quote, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” I remember reading this and thinking that the quote was a bit too serious. But the more I read and wrote about it, I realized that the unexamined life really is as bad as Socrates believes. An unexamined life refers to a person who acts constantly but never reflects on the consequences of his or her own actions. This might seem easy for people to comprehend, but it’s not hard to get trapped in a cycle of doing and never reflecting. Reflection is how we achieve knowledge that can help our specific circumstance, and I feel that I especially stray away from it because it’s hard for me to accept criticism. It’s a harsh truth, but reflecting can do more inner work than we think.

                                                            Act now, reflect later:

            This might contradict the paragraph above, but it’s just as important. I’ve heard a version of this advice in every school I’ve been to and I’m just now understanding how relevant it is to everyday life. My dance teacher used to tell us to say yes to everything and no to nothing when we are actively creating art. When we create art or make decisions, we often do so with a conscious, logical mind. Removing the inner critic that’s always within us can help us create better art, it can ease our minds, and it can prevent or limit the chances of thinking ourselves out of opportunities. This can be especially helpful for people who struggle with procrastination, as it encourages them to act rather than go through the process of convincing themselves. This advice isn’t always easy to follow, but it works as a reminder that simply acting on something is all it takes to get started.

Pentatonix

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this is from 2012 but still so cute omg

Pentatonix, a name that is a play on the pentatonic scale, is an acapella group who started in 2011 with Kirstin Maldonado (Alto), Mitch Grassi (Tenor), Scott Hoying (Baritone), Avi Kaplan (Bass), and Kevin Olusola (Vocal Percussion). Kevin has also been known to play to the cello in many of their songs. The group mostly does acapella cover of songs but have made a few originals. One being “Can’t Sleep Love” that was very popular. There most popular cover video is Daft Punk which is a collection of songs from the group… you’ll never guess. Daft Punk. The music video is so freaking awesome like it just really takes me back even though the blue contacts always freaking scared me. 

Official Video Daft Punk Pentatonix - YouTube
November 2013
Pentatonix - Can't Sleep Love - YouTube
September 2015

Pentatonix was such a huge part of acapella music becoming mainstream. They have made covers of so many popular songs with nothing but the sounds of their voices, and almost every year they come out with a Christmas album because Christmas is their thing. I’m 92% sure that they are a Christian group, but they’re so amazing and two of them are homosexual (Scott and Mitch), so the group is talented and inclusive! Both Scott and Mitch made the song Guy.exe in a duo group called Superfruit in 2017. They both planned to branch off and do solo things but just decided to do it together. The last music video was posted 7 years ago. 

Superfruit – GUY.exe Lyrics | Genius Lyrics
they just want a guy who’s 6 feet tall and super strong

The group continued to grow in popularity but in 2017 also, Avi Kaplan left Pentatonix. It was said that he wanted to spend more time with his family instead of touring around. The group continued to be friends with Avi, but he was replaced by Matt Sallee just a few months after, I think. It didn’t take very long is the point, which is good because they need a freaking bass. It pulls it all together. 

Buy Pentatonix Australian Tour Tickets 2024 | The Ticket Merchant
2024, I think???

The group continues to go on tours and has been going strong since 2017. And also, they take awesome pictures like this, and their outfits are always so unique, and I think that’s awesome. Pentatonix has been one of my favorite groups for years and though I’m not as into them as I was, I still love their music, covers or original, they really do have some crazy talents. I know a group like this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but Pentatonix did have a really big effect on music back in the day, pop and Christmas music mostly, and I think that’s important to acknowledge.