Beauty.
I've been getting comments from my friends about how I have this broad array of different people in my life.
I just wanted to explain that a little bit:
I have this ever-growing fascination with human beings. I love observing personal interactions between people, or the lack thereof.
I'm not a smart girl. I can't remember things for long enough to consider myself intelligent, and my friends have always joked about my lack of common sense.
But the one thing I do feel that I understand is people.
I understand why the cutter cuts, because I've felt that way, and I've asked those who do.
I understand why the alcoholic drinks, both socially and alone, because I've watched my mother.
I understand why the romantic focuses on all the details, because I've listened to them speak.
I understand why some of the most amazing people isolate themselves from the rest of the world...
And I take my understanding, and I invite these people into my life. I introduce them to the variety of my friends... and they come to find that they were never really as alone in the world as they thought.
But what you don't say out loud can never be heard.
And ever since grade school, I've always looked for the quiet person in the room to sit by, because I've always felt that they would have the most interesting things to say. And it's funny to me that any kid would ever even think about that, but that's who I was...and am.
I can find beauty in just about anyone, or anything.
I was a very sad and angsty kid. And in a lot of ways, I had a right to be, most of the time.
But then Kerem came along, and showed me that there is beauty in even the simplest of things.
It's amazing really... how one person can change your life forever.
And I know that "beauty" is often thought of as superficial... But maybe that's just because I lack a better word to describe what I mean.
I think it's beautiful when a person realizes they don't have to be alone...
That there are billions of people out there, and there is bound to be at least 1 other person that cares enough to try to understand you.
And god... That makes me feel alive...
When Mario made a comment about how I must have chewed the inside of my lip off in anticipation from standing still so long waiting on Obama to get there...
The simplest thing.
That someone could ever care enough to remember such a small trait about me, that I chew the inside of my lip when I'm nervous or fidgety...
But it instills hope.
Because it means that people are capable of caring that much about another being.
And you know what?
I want everyone in the world to laugh as much as I do.
To laugh until their sides hurt.
To smile until their faces hurt.
To appreciate every sunrise for beginning a brand new day...
I just wanted to explain that a little bit:
I have this ever-growing fascination with human beings. I love observing personal interactions between people, or the lack thereof.
I'm not a smart girl. I can't remember things for long enough to consider myself intelligent, and my friends have always joked about my lack of common sense.
But the one thing I do feel that I understand is people.
I understand why the cutter cuts, because I've felt that way, and I've asked those who do.
I understand why the alcoholic drinks, both socially and alone, because I've watched my mother.
I understand why the romantic focuses on all the details, because I've listened to them speak.
I understand why some of the most amazing people isolate themselves from the rest of the world...
And I take my understanding, and I invite these people into my life. I introduce them to the variety of my friends... and they come to find that they were never really as alone in the world as they thought.
But what you don't say out loud can never be heard.
And ever since grade school, I've always looked for the quiet person in the room to sit by, because I've always felt that they would have the most interesting things to say. And it's funny to me that any kid would ever even think about that, but that's who I was...and am.
I can find beauty in just about anyone, or anything.
I was a very sad and angsty kid. And in a lot of ways, I had a right to be, most of the time.
But then Kerem came along, and showed me that there is beauty in even the simplest of things.
It's amazing really... how one person can change your life forever.
And I know that "beauty" is often thought of as superficial... But maybe that's just because I lack a better word to describe what I mean.
I think it's beautiful when a person realizes they don't have to be alone...
That there are billions of people out there, and there is bound to be at least 1 other person that cares enough to try to understand you.
And god... That makes me feel alive...
When Mario made a comment about how I must have chewed the inside of my lip off in anticipation from standing still so long waiting on Obama to get there...
The simplest thing.
That someone could ever care enough to remember such a small trait about me, that I chew the inside of my lip when I'm nervous or fidgety...
But it instills hope.
Because it means that people are capable of caring that much about another being.
And you know what?
I want everyone in the world to laugh as much as I do.
To laugh until their sides hurt.
To smile until their faces hurt.
To appreciate every sunrise for beginning a brand new day...