Wednesday, April 10, 2013

There once was a boy from Nantucket.

In the last dwindling minutes of a party, some random fellow tried to strike up a conversation with me by asking what my biggest insecurities are. He kept insisting that it was the perfect time for me to divulge this information, because I would never see him again. In his mind, I guess, it made sense to share such a giant secret with someone I didn't know because it didn't matter what he thought, or if he judged me wouldn't impact my life at all. The weird thing is, I find quite the opposite to be true. What's the point of letting out tiny, intimate details of my life to someone I will never have any sort of connection or friendship with? It just seems like a waste of time, and someone needs to teach that boy how to cut out the bullshit.

In other news, I've spent the last twenty or so hours over-analyzing the word wonderful.

Anyway. I've learned lately that it's very comforting to know that when thrown into a room full of people, there's always going to be at least one person you connect with. Imagine how many people there are on this planet that you would completely and comfortably get along with.

Aside from my teenage girl musings, I officially bought a ticket to Hawaii yesterday. I don't know how magical it's going to be, but I am very excited to escape to another world for a week.

Everyone else can do really impressive things, I wish I could find my niche already and be able to bring something to the table apart from admiration.