It’s true, and I hate it. If you think about it, we spend the first 18 years of our lives taking classes in school that will prepare us and get us accepted into college. Once we’re in college, we work to get a degree. Then, we work until we’re 60 or old enough to retire, and then start thinking about doing things we’ve wanted to do just when we’re close to the end of our lives. I’m not saying college and education aren’t important, but isn’t it a little sad that our lives revolve around our jobs?
I don’t mean to cry and just burst into tears, I just can’t help it. Like, the littlest things bother me. People, events… even I bother me all the time! I wish I could just be confident and brave and not care about what people say or think of me. But instead, their comments or thoughts stay in my head forever. I just hate being that sensitive, you know?
This guy I talk to is really sweet, but he randomly mentions money all the time. It’s a necessary part of life, but it shouldn’t be the most important thing. In the end, it won’t mean much, and it won’t make you happy.
I do theater, and my director was yelling at me in front of everyone for not having everything perfectly right. There were other people that didn’t know anything but instead he embarrasses me in front of everyone else. I’m sorry, but I had midterms to study for and skipped them just for this stupid rehearsal. And I was nice enough not to brag and waste time, telling him all of my problems. But don’t you think I have other problems at home? I mean, do you think I’m just perfect and everything is okay for me all the time? Hello, I’m acting. He should know that; we’re in theater! Please start understanding others and know we have hard lives just like you!
When you walk in, it smells so doctor surgery needleish. You have to take most of your clothes off and let them touch you. You have to get shots. You get lights shined in your eyes. If you are there for a sore throat, you have to get a cotton swab stuck down your throat. They ask you weird questions like “what does your poo look like?â€. I think I’ve proved my point.