Proverbs
Smash Lord
I don't have advice to offer, mostly because I think we're about the same. I always feel kinda useless because of that. I feel like my head's always in the clouds. And yet I act as if I look down on people who are the same way as me. Probably because my whole life I've sort of been given the message that I need to get my feet on solid ground. And so I began to hate the dreamer inside of me. So when I see it in others, it's no surprise that I hate it too. It reminds me of me.Poo. I hate when friends do that. So frustrating.
No offense, but your boyfriend kinda sounds like a jerk. In my opinion, you should probably let him know that it really hurt your feelings. Besides, it doesn't matter if you look like you're fifteen, because in reality, your age is twenty. Tell him to get over himself.
Okay... my turn.
I am overwhelmed every day, it seems. I feel as though I’m thinking, or possibly just over-thinking more than usual. The other day, Simon and I went for coffee downtown and while he read the Globe, I read the Coast. I thought to myself, here is a defining difference between us. An indicative moment. I live in a sort of fantastical version of reality. I watch and read books easily labeled as ‘escapism.’ I like abstract art and plays written hundreds of years ago. I’m fascinated by circuses, tattoos, makeup, mythology. All the frivolous, magical and glitzy things that life presents. Cupcakes and ukuleles. Voodoo. Haunted houses.
I will never be a diplomat, or hold a PhD, or travel in war-torn countries. I will read spy novels and watch zombie movies. I am criminally unaware of current world events and I have no knack for history. Embarrassing, I know. He is the opposite, and it astounds me. War and disaster seem less real to me than lucid dreams and masquerades. Am I a flake? Are disparaging comments about me said when I’m not around? Not by him, I’m sure of that, but by my more academically-minded friends, perhaps. I’ll attribute most of my intellectual self-doubt to having not been in school for a year, and being often significantly younger than the people around me. I can rely on charm, because when they ask ’so are you in school?’ I have had to side-step the question…
I would be just as happy to run away with the circus and paint acrobats every day, lost in art and performance, as I would to study English or anthropology.
Do you ever feel as though you simply talk too much? Not about any one thing, but too much in general. I do. I remember once thinking my interests weren’t vacuous. Yet, surrounded by law grads and musicians and talented artists, I can’t help feeling dumb. Oh yah, I’m pretty good at eyeliner! I like kids’ books and baking pie! …I am really glad that I went back to college. I don’t need the approval, because honestly I’m sure that nobody but me cares, but I would like to feel as though I can contribute to a conversation that isn’t about fire-eaters or Buffy.
IF I POST MY INSECURITIES ON THE INTERNET, THEY CAN'T HURT ME.
But for all the ideals, dreaming, and well-wishing no one seems to find it as charming as you do. The girl you love won't see that deep down you can be that prince charming--in your own, strange way. And the hiring manager's not going to see you've got potential or a warmth to your personality--just that you haven't had work experience yet. Nope, not even your friends will see what's deep down inside you. They'll just know that you complain over the same things over and over again--not that you need them to help you get past this point in life.
No, all your dreams of fantasy worlds mean nothing to someone "in the real world." Today, it's not the thought that counts. It's results that people can see. No one cares if you're the nicest guy deep down and truly do love people in a unique way--if you're not immediately relatable, chances are whoever it is you're trying to get to know won't talk to you again.
The sad truth is, it really is all in your head. And no one cares what's inside there.
Sorry, this is my negative voice that lives inside of me and my constant battle between being who I am (a dreamer) and finding people that actually like me. More often than not they don't coincide. But I've found out that I seem to lose out on the friends option either way--I might as well be me and lose friends. I think that's more enjoyable.
Oh, and yeah, sorry Lythium if that just made you more depressed I can relate, I just can't give a ton of advice...