So many things are easier said than done, and it sucks.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“Just put yourself out there! Make new friends.”<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“Just get over it.”<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“Just speak your mind\/Say how you feel!”<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“Just take one day at a time.”<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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