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#extrovertstruggles

Particularly this semester, as my time at MIT comes to a close, I’ve been spending more one on one time with friends who mean more to me than the world. We’ve gone through a lot together, and I’ve learned who has my back, who can take my crap, and who I’d sacrifice basically everything for. But there are those times when the people go away, and all I’m left with are the problems I conveniently forgot about.  Continue reading

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It’s the simple things

It’s getting ice cream on a rainy, summer day.

It’s talking until two in the morning because you’re afraid of tomorrow.

It’s knowing there’s always something to do when you’re at a loss of where to go next.

It’s wearing the perfect outfit on a day you didn’t check the weather.

It’s getting a text from the one person you wanted to hear from most.

It’s getting a call when you were scared to reach out.

It’s having someone tell you the things you needed to hear.

It’s having the rose you picked last week last much longer than you thought it would.

It’s watching the flower you planted grow.

It’s knowing that someone is praying for you.

It’s getting to finally rest after pushing yourself for so long.

It’s getting a hug when you didn’t realize you needed one.

It’s the simple things… that I look for the most.

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Wishing on Bubbles

I wish I could have my friends back.

It’s only happened three times, but for me it’s three times too many times. They were all dear to me, like brothers. And they all disappeared from my life without any kind of explanation.

I wish I could ask them why: what did I do wrong? When did this happen? Why was I the last to know that we were no longer friends? Well, I suppose I wouldn’t ask the last one.

I see them sometimes, and it baffles me how I used to know them so well a lifetime ago. Well, one of them is in Germany, so I don’t see him at all except when his posts come onto my Facebook newsfeed. Which counts, I suppose. But it’s sad too, in a way – Facebook friends, but not friends, really.

I still consider them to be my dear friends though. I’m not the kind of person who can forget what people mean to her easily. The memories will always stay with me: all the times we hung out, cried on each others shoulders, laughed together, helped each other….

But I suppose it’ll always be this way. After all, our lives have changed. I suppose we don’t know how to be friends anymore.

I don’t know why I do this to myself, but I always wish on bubbles. And they always pop in my face.

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Double Major

“I’m double majoring” is a phrase that gets automatic raised eyebrows which may be either impressed or worried, depending on the student in question. As I’m going to MIT, the difference isn’t necessarily because of me but rather depending where I am. If I’m at home or with my friends and the words slip out, I get the frown or raised eyebrows (depending on the person) of worry or surprise. If I’m talking to random people it’s often the raised eyebrows that show they’re impressed, or sometimes that they’re confused. Though that may be because in English (as opposed to MIT talk) my double major is quite long.

“What are you double majoring in?”

The answer for MIT kids: “2 and 21W.” Response: concern and/or surprise.

For everyone else: “Mechanical Engineering with a focus in Nanotechnology and Manufacturing, and Writing primarily focused in Creative Writing.” Yeah. I get the confused face a lot.  Continue reading

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Why Me?

“Past, present, future,” he said, in his typical cryptic “yoda” fashion. I wasn’t in a mind to take that kind of thing from him, not right then. Usually it gave me a mental exercise, along the lines of, “Whatever could he mean by that?” But yesterday night, I just wasn’t having it.

“What’s that supposed to mean??”

“What do you mean what’s that supposed to mean?”

“What I just said!”

“Woah now, you actually sound mad!” Upon inspection it seemed that I was, and that’s not normal. Not with him.

After an exasperated sigh I continued to seethe, trying to calm myself down. He laughed at my efforts.

Then he remarked thoughtfully, “Don’t you know what you’re asking?”

“No!” I yelled, taking advantage of the opportunity to set his head straight, or at least to make myself clear. “I’m just trying to figure it out. I’ve talked to God about it, sure, but with Him I don’t feel as though I need to be completely coherent.” He nodded with a smile in understanding. “I’ve never really tried to talk it out with someone. I’m just… confused.”

“You’re wondering why God called you.” Continue reading

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