my life, my style

25 September 2010

People don’t always get me. I know, it’s a common statement that pretty much we all make at some point in our lives. But it’s still true for us whenever that point comes along.

On the outside I probably look like some lazy girl, who doesn’t give a shit about cleanliness or organization, who is, again, lazy, and has no grip on her financial stability.  I probably look like a few other things too, but I really have no idea since I see myself how I want.  Don’t we all?

That’s not really my point right now.  My point?  People aren’t always going to understand my life or lifestyle.  I like to eat various thing, and sometimes it may consist of a lot of junk food.  I don’t mind what other see as clutter — I prefer organized chaos.  No, I’m no neurotic about cleaning.  I like to shop.  People are’t going to agree with or understand everything I do, and especially not the why.

I do not feel irresponsible.  I’m 26 years old and the things I do are generally by choice.  And you know, my life isn’t perfect by any means, but I’m generally happy — or at least, okay with this.  I try not to focus on negative things.  And in general, I try not to worry — things will be taken care of, even if it’s not how I thought it would be.  I don’t eat to excess, but I will still eat chips and pizza and lot of cupcakes.  I don’t shop to excess, but I will continue to buy things — I think about every single purchase I make, even if it seems like an impulse.  I like to rest; I do tend to move on my own schedule.

To some, how I live my life doesn’t seem that strange, but to others it does and it will continue to do so.  It’s not bad.  It’s not wrong.  My mom raised me well — and yes, I will become massively offended and want to bring harm to you if you state or imply anything different.  My values might not line up with yours.  My priorities might not be the same as yours.  It doesn’t make them bad or wrong — just different.

There are lyrics that state that we’re all made different (designed to be different), and that different is beautiful — that if we were the same, “this world would be unlivable.”  It’s something I have to remind myself of as well.

“The path that brought you here, is different than mine. That doesn’t make it worse or better, just a different story line. I hope someday that we all agree, the author of it all had a reason for the difference in you and me.”

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