It’s a shame people can’t actually act like individuals anymore. Too many people follow the masses like mindless sheep waiting for slaughter. Well it depends, if you are “cool” you can be yourself but if you veer off from that realm, being yourself is no longer okay. So many people in the world today put on this persona of someone their not. The first day of college I met these two people who would be considered the typical “meat head” jocks. I know the term “jock” is cliché but that is the best word I can think of to describe them as people. So when I first met these two individuals they liked me a lot and then once they found out I was “different” from them, meaning I didn’t have the same beliefs as they did, they immediately stopped inviting …show more content…
The two are inseparable, they are like two sticks glued together. But when they said Kid Cudi was horrible, I responded with, “What are you talking about, Kid Cudi is the G.O.A.T (Greatest of All Time).” Their reply was “This dude is a faggot”. Yes, they used the term faggot, like we are all grown men but they were using middle school terminology to offend me. When they said this I clenched my fist in frustration in left the …show more content…
But what I realized was, this entire time, I was being myself. I never conformed to what everyone liked, I always remained myself because that is the best way to live life. I’ve always wore the exquisite long tees with jean cut-offs I wanted to wear. I’ve always hung around the chill people who aren’t afraid to be different and don’t care what others think of them. I’ve just recently considered my uniqueness as a blessing instead of a curse. It’s a lot better being around a few like-minded people that actually like you than being acquaintances with hundreds of people that you are putting a front on for. At that moment I embraced that fact that I traveled down the lonely road less traveled. The road of being yourself and doing the things that you like and doing the things that make you happy. Life is a lot better when you aren’t trying to be something that you are
It was after I had lost someone in my life that was my other half. I didn’t understand who I was, what my purpose was, what made me who I am. As far as I was concerned I was reduced to nothing more than an individual that was now alone. I didn’t realize that my identity was partly crafted from simply just being by their side all the time, that whenever I was introduced to someone, or was talking to mutuals about them, I was known for being their best friend. After the fiasco that became the end of our relationship, I felt as if I was just floating through the days and nights. This feeling went on for about 2 months until I slowly came out of it. I didn’t experience a grand epiphany of any sort that inspired me to change myself. I was painting and listening to music and the thought just slowly came to me. I love to paint, and I love listening to and creating and playing music. I began to gain back my sense of identity by engaging in activities I loved. I’m a painter, a musician, a writer, a passionate lover of movies. I’ve learned that identity can isn’t set in stone, there’s always room for
What does it mean to cook the perfect steak? There are numerous methods and opinions how this is achieved, but what it boils down to is an opinion, your opinion. My definition of the perfect steak might vary from most, but to me is heaven on earth. Yes, I said heaven, but eating it is not the only enjoyable part, depending on the person, cooking it can can be quite entertaining as well. Luckily for me, I am one of those people that enjoy the entire process that goes in to making these masterpieces granted to us from the one above. Therefore, because my mouth is beginning to salivate from giving such a long introduction, I will begin. First, you want to head down to your local butcher or supermarket that sells quality meat. When selecting my cut of meat, the selection process is one of many intricacies, and any
I have you, my friends. You who look out for me, yet allow me to be myself. Eat cheesecake, drink a beer, run barefoot through the grass—and enjoy it! I know that my life could be much worse. We all know that. Thank you for listening to me bitch about my world. I’ve needed to for a long time. Now let me return to being one of you. After all, I’m just another classmate, another student, another stranger on the street.
After having a self-reflection of myself I realized that I wanted to be distinctive, I wanted to reconstruct the way I was living. I was tired of just the same repetitive schedule that I followed in high school. I would get up at six twenty in the morning which was the perfectly set time that I determined was necessary to complete my morning routine. I would then head to school which I went through the same repetitive schedule as the previous day. Then I would travel back home consume whatever was prepared by my mother, play some videogames for hours then tend to my my homework and finally head to bed to repeat another average day. It was until one day one of my friend invited me to go to the gym with him. He took me to the gym which was not too far away from my school and lead me to the doorway to bodybuilding. It was just after a couple of
Have you ever felt left out? Have you ever wished you seemed cooler or you were as cool as “those
A large majority of teens want to fit in and feel like they belong, but how far are they willing to go to fit in? The more they want to fit in the more likely they will be easily influenced by suggestions from others. During my second week of eighth grade, I felt like I wasn’t fitting in and that everyone was silently judging me and criticizing me. Of course now that I think about I don’t think anyone really cared about me, but I was more self-conscious about myself then. One day during lunch my friends and I sat next to a couple of girls who were known as the “popular” girls and I thought that maybe I would fit in more if I was friends with them. I spent the rest of that lunch hour trying to build up the courage to talk to them and at last minute I told the friendliest looking girl, that I loved her shirt and I asked her what store she bought it from. She told me that it was from Free People; she then gushed about the store and told me how everything there was amazing. She suggested that I should check it out sometime so I did. I, of course couldn’t wait to shop there. I told myself that if I shopped at Free People, I could maybe fit in with her and even be a part of the popu...
Introduction: Throughout life, many people never come to the conclusion of who they are or what their purpose in life might be. I personally know this from experience. I never quite knew what type of personality I had or what “clique” I should belong to: the jocks, the preps, or just the quiet kids in the background. I was always worried about what others thought of me and tried my hardest to just fit in where I was welcomed. But one event occurred to me when I was fifteen
I started wearing what I wanted and not just what was popular. I didn’t have close connections with my friends at the time either. Most of them gossiped all the time, and that’s just not me. I had been stuck in my shell for way too long in fears of being an outcast. The first day of trying to come out of my shell I was made fun of, but I didn’t care near as much as I thought I would. These people are making jokes about me but don’t have any clue who I am, what I’ve been through, or what my future holds. So why even give them the time of day? I kept on wearing what I wanted and actually made life-long friends who were into the same things as I was. It does not matter what you wear or how you look honestly. The only thing that should matter is what’s inside of you, and you shouldn’t be discouraged to express that in fears of someone not liking you. “Those who matter don’t mind, those that mind don’t matter” (Theodore Suess Geisel.)
Growing up, I always felt out of place. When everyone else was running around in the hot, sun, thinking of nothing, but the logistics of the game they were playing. I would be sat on the curb, wondering what it was that made them so much different from me. To me, it was if they all knew something that I didn’t know, like they were all apart of some inside joke that I just didn’t get. I would sit, each day when my mind wasn’t being filled with the incessant chatter of my teachers mindlessly sharing what they were told to, in the hot, humid air of the late spring and wonder what I was doing wrong. See, my discontent
I had always been comfortable in myself, it never really bothered me how I looked, nor did it seem to bother others, the people who I called friends. As I walked through the door somehow it was as if, overnight I was expected to wear clothes that I felt awkward in (but still looked cute), shoes that hurt my feet, and makeup that clogged my already full pores. I was met with grins and giggles from others. I caught tidbits of what they were saying.
An essential journey occurred three years ago when I set out on a personal pilgrimage. I wanted to re-travel the time line of the past few years and locate the point where I had allowed the influence of others to determine my own concept of self. "Self" is not necessarily complex or intricate, but it does define the character of a person and how he or she wants to be viewed. In my own rush to "fit in" at college I had disregarded what I needed and complacently accepted the definitions of others. I expended my energy trying to model myself according to the contemplation of my peers, all the while ignoring principles which I felt were inherent to my survival. Once the missing feeling of singularity is discovered, an individual must set out upon a journey and reconstruct the notions of self and identity. Understanding my own needs, I decided to embark on a solo expedition into the woods of Maine.
“Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.” – Eleanor Roosevelt. These are some very wise and empowering words, I must say. I believe many teenagers in today’s generation are most of the time wearing a mask. A mask that is made up of what the world wants them to be, a mask that they think may protect them from not allowing others in, a mask that was built from peer pressure, a mask that was formed from bullying. There’s always a story behind someone’s mask, as I call it. Most of the time teens nowadays are afraid to be themselves, to be individuals, due to the way they think people will perceive them. I do have to say though, that those that have ripped their masks away are the ones that have truly become individuals. Of course,
I Spent so much time worried about the social standards my peers set i never had the time to even really find what i enjoy. i lost out on hobbies, opportunities, and a lot of fun because i thought it would be looked down upon. Then one day a new girl came to my school. she looked, spoke, and acted ...
Firstly, I now know that it’s okay to be interested in different things and to want to venture down a new path. There is nothing wrong with being alone in something because if it’s something you enjoy then it shouldn’t matter whatsoever. If I had followed my friend into things she enjoyed instead of things I was interested in, I wouldn’t have grown into who I am now. My empowerment in student council allowed me to receive multiple scholarships and gain the leadership experience that I travel with today. I feel that this was a personal challenge which allowed me to see my own potential. Secondly, I learned that it is okay for change to occur. Once I had created an attachment to my best friend, it was hard for me to understand the small-scale change we were undergoing. This lesson allowed me to make a connection with an article we read called How Friendships Change in Adulthood, written by Julie Beck. Beck discusses the hierarchy of relationships as peoples ages increase, and unfortunately friendships falls towards the bottom. She explains that during adolescence, there’s a lot more self-disclosure and support between friends, but they’re still trying to discover their personal identity. William Rawlins states that the unfortunate part of this is, “In adolescence, people have a really retractable self. They’ll change,” (Beck, 2016). Although Beck also notes that young adults have time to devote to their friends, they’re constantly changing. By growing up and moving onto bigger things, such as grade school to high school, our networks are also growing. This allows for them to experience new things and get to know new people (Beck, 2016). I feel that this is exactly what happened between Makayla and I. Thankfully, now I know that without change, there is no room for new knowledge or adventure. I believe that this allowed my attitude and behaviour to take on a more positive and confident role in
I now know myself. I know that I am Megan Benson. I will be an early high-school graduate and a college student this year. I know that I will be a freshman at Northwest Missouri State University studying Animal Science and Business Management. I know that I am a mom. Which is the greatest title of them all. I am responsible for the life of my daughter and I will better myself every single day to give her and my family a better future. I know that I am the girlfriend of Sean, someone who helped me find myself when I did not think it was possible. I know that I am a better me and that I do not need to fit in anywhere because I have a family who knows me for my true identity and would not want me any other way. I know that this was just a bump in the road and I overcame it.