My ex boyfriend actually created this blog for me as an outlet. Now he's created an addict.
So about me. I recently moved out of the paternal nest, now living not too far away from the comforts of home but far enough for independence. My best and worst feature is that i adore change. As a result, nothing really stays the same for too long. This includes my hair.
My ideas are changing everyday... and so i'll probably want to delete this in an hour.
Note: This is the revised version
Today it occurred to me, in a lecture (where any good day dreaming takes place) The successes that result from pushing oneself, are far more rewarding than the numbness of laziness
"well, guess what? you were committed. In fact, you were so seriously committed to being committed - to having the boyfriend, to getting good grades, to doing a double pirouette, to reading everything in the self-help section, to grow out your bad hair cut - that, that's all you were. Committed. The poster child for overachievement. A pulsing, breathing sack of goals. The problem was, there was no space left for anything else. No fun. No failure. And certainly no honesty, especially not with yourself." - Vicki Glembocki, the co-owner of Psycho Betty Books.
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