One characteristic that embodies human more than anything else is laziness. Weekends in my dorm room rarely comprise much more than computer games and food. Now and again, we spur ourselves to tidy things up in fits of cleaning madness, but for the most part, it's business as usual in Sackett. Sometimes however, I even suprise myself with what I do when I think there is no way. Writing a blog, and writing this particular post were one of those things. I thought about it, then said it was too much work (hardly) and that I had nothing to say (obviously not) and that I would get to it later (untrue in two senses since I am doing it NOW and I would not have gotten to it later). Sometimes it suprises me how lazy myself and others can be. It is appalling. And I will go about fixing it later. And I will go finish this post later. Happy Saturday!

Beginning of a Journey: Step 1/1000

Hello all, hello one, hello none, this is my looking-on-the-bright-side-of-things blog about those little daily challenges that never warrant a sad-face but sometimes get it anyway. Here I plan to examine various aspects of my life and others lives to try to dig out the good side of things, as difficult to find as they may be. The Sunny Side of the Storm is where you can go to feel that there is a little bright and happy corner of all things, no matter how bleak. And if we can't find something then I'll try to add fun here myself.

This guy reminds me of literally how easy it can be.

Now sometimes it really is hard to look on the bright side of things, and I know that just as well as the next guy. But it is a choice to be miserable  and it is a choice to embrace things with a little more courage and happiness.

For example: one of the things that gets me down is that it sometimes feels like almost everyone I see seems to have this whole damn life thing figured out. Like, when did I miss How-to-not-fuck-up 101? I'll look around me and just marvel that everyone has it all figured out. Careers, friends, relationships, school, life in general, all seem to be perfect elsewhere and here I am walking behind the Gravy Train.

It's a long walk to happiness not riding the sucker. Good thing no one else has gotten to ride it either.

No fun. And then... I happen to cross paths with a friend of mine who lives in the dorms with me. We had met before (I had been her first fleeting kiss during the previous summer) so it wasn't all that unusual that we should be talking. I had always admired her sense of responsibility, assurance and in general hold on the world. She seemed to know what she wanted to do with her life and had no problems putting it all in place. Sometimes I would see her looking fabulous one day (she harbors a talent and a love for clothing and style) and see myself in thrice worn jeans and a sweater I had been hiding my sleep shirt under. Nothing say success like getting fully changed in the morning right?...

Sometimes, life just shits on you.

She and I talked for a while, catching up a little. She mentioned at one point that she didn't feel as she had expected coming to college. This conversation got into much more detail than I will share here, but in the end she had begun to feel like things were not the way she wanted and it seemed to be slipping that way more and more. I looked at her and laughed at about half the things she said. As bummed as she was, I told her it would be ok. The things she was worried about EVERYONE was worried about, including me. She, like everybody else, always forgets that there are 7 billion other people on this earth, and they all feel the exact same way. 

All depends on how we look at it.

It was an experience that I had before, realizing that not everyone is perfect. This instance was particularly eye opening because I had actually thought that this was one of the few people exempt from the 'normal person' category because she was so driven. We all do seem to forget that most of the time, everyone else is just as scared and unsure as we are. I like to imagine a baby monkey hiding inside of me, scared to death of the outside world.

My scared little baby monkey.

This little bundle of fluff and cute is how many of us feel like the world sees us, and it can be hard to go forward with confidence when everyone else seems to have an inner gorilla. Some do have that inner strength. The best part is however, that no one ever skips the baby monkey phase, and neither will you. How to escape it is a choice however. You can let this comfortable albeit weak and pathetic thing live your life, or you can let him get a little wind in his fur and choose to go as far as he can see, even though he is a scared little baby monkey.