Psychology, College, and Random Acts of Awkward

Just a quirky girl tryin'a' get through school (and life).


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I drove my car into a cop car the other day.

Well he just drove off sometimes life’s okay.”

I was driving home from school, waiting at a stoplight, with a Pepsi in my cup holder and music from my favorite Indie radio station playing through the car speakers. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, waited for the light to change, and when it did, I made the same left turn I had made every day of the school year, but this time was different; I didn’t make it through the left turn before I collided with an oncoming car.

I did not move. I did not think. I just froze. Everything is a blur between the beginning of that left turn and the subsequent meeting with the other driver and a local police officer in a gas station parking lot. Certain I was going to jail for the rest of my life or at least in being brought in for a good reprimanding and a ticket, I was surprised by the young woman who emerged from the other car unscathed. She was sympathetic, saying, “Aw man, I remember making that turn everyday when I went to that school. It was the worst. At least no one is hurt, huh?” I was even more surprised at the cop who took my information, speaking with me about his own 17-year-old daughter who had recently gotten her license. He waited patiently with me in the gas station parking lot until my mom came to drive me home. 

And we’ll all float on okay.

We’ll all float on anyway

I had to go to traffic court. I was embarrassed and shaken, but it was OK. The world did not end. Time did not stop. I simply floated on to the next experience in life.

Bad news comes. Don’t you worry even when it lands. Good news will work its way to all them plans.

We both got fired on exactly the same day. Well we’ll float on. Good news is on the way.”

I worked in a Halloween store that same year. It was not the best of jobs, but it was something to do and provided me with a sense of independence. My coworkers were not the most friendly people, but the quiet time was OK. I had worked there every day after school when one evening an unexpected phone call shattered my routine. After receiving news that a family member was in the hospital with only a short time left to say goodbyes, I made a midnight trip to Maryland. The following afternoon, shocked, exhausted, and experiencing the grief of a recent loss, I received yet another phone call. This one came from my boss in Virginia, irritated and angry, because I had forgotten to call out of work that day. Upon arriving back in Virginia a week or so later, I was upset to find that, along with the difficult loss of a friend, I had lost a job as well. 

These events - along with a slew of other unfortunate experiences - made that senior year of high school one of the most difficult times in my life. However, it was also the year I received a college acceptance letter and made strides opening up about my depression to my family and friends. It was the year I found a counselor who helped me begin working toward a healthier life. It was the year my cheerleading team won a national competition and the year I finally graduated and realized that High School would not last forever. 

Don’t worry even if things end up a bit too heavy. We’ll all float on alright.” 

Life is not easy. Walking through the difficult days, it may feel as though we will remain trapped forever. But this song reminds me that we are never truly stuck standing still. We continue growing. The bad times fade into distant memories and the good times are the ones we hold on to. There will be challenges in the future. There will be days when we are too tired to swim, and on those days, it is okay to simply float. We must remind ourselves that we are always moving on to something new and something better. So even when we feel defeated or small, we must remember that we are growing. We are learning. We are floating. 

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It’s okay to be soft when the rest of the world is rough. It’s okay that you’re easily upset. It’s okay that you get hurt easily. It’s not a bad thing that you feel so much.

It’s okay that your hands shake.

It’s okay that you like dirty mirrors and blurry pictures better than crisp images of yourself because you’re so used to being a ghost. It’s okay to not feel real sometimes.

You don’t have to be pretty when you cry. It’s okay that your mind plays tricks on you so often that you have no idea what you actually look like.

Remind yourself that it is okay to disconnect. It’s okay to take time to recharge.

It’s okay to be alone. It’s okay to be lonely and to be vulnerable.

It’s okay to hate yourself but only if you remind yourself that it is not permanent. It’s okay to be sad as long as you remind yourself that it is not permanent.

As long as you are alive, you are growing, changing. I think the world is changing as much as I am because the trees outside my window don’t look the same as they did yesterday. I don’t think I will ever be the same person I was when I was at my worst.

Know that honesty is the easiest way to heal.

So maybe you don’t hate who you are now. You hate who you were yesterday. Your mind hasn’t caught up with your growth.

Promise me, promise me you’ll remind yourself that it’s okay to be yourself tomorrow.

6:13 p.m. (Note to myself on the bad days)

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At what point do you take girls out of school altogether because boys can’t handle it?

Parent of a female teen whose school banned leggings

#yesallwomen have a right to an education without fashion policing by sexist administrators

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Oh hell yes

Oh hell yes

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Baby Bunnies Eating A Carrot [x]

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Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed it? Kanye West   (via sirqaisbenosama)

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It’s a really beautiful moment when your faith in human beings (maybe even a certain gender), is brought back. Even if only for a few minutes.

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