Someday, somehow
Had a meeting with my History of Mexico professor today to talk about how behind I am in class, how she can help me get caught back up. Out of all my professors, she's been the most empathetic and kind. The first thing she said to me when I'd sat down in her office was "Are you a history major?" And I said "Well.... I'm supposed to be.....but I haven't declared yet. I'm intending to, just haven't technically done it." She returned with, "Well I was going to tell you that if you weren't one, you should be."
That was one of the most uplifting things I've heard in a while. I'm so wrapped up in doubt, in all the choices I've made, that to hear her tell me that this was something I seemed meant to do, I felt so relieved.
Since I've been open about all the crap juggling around in my head, many people seemingly feel an obligation to tell me their own stories of depression and struggles and life problems. They start the stories as if they're giving me support, but it turns into an excuse to hear themselves talk. If you're in that group of people who have confided in me, don't immediately assume I'm talking about you. If you're a good friend of mine, then odds are, I am not talking about you at all and did appreciate your words. But tonight, a close friend told me about some personal experiences of which I was completely unaware, and it was very unassuming and genuine, and made me feel less alone and more connected. And reassured. <3 to you.
In other news, I watched a reality show on VH1 about celebrities going into haunted places and trying to contact the "spirits," and I can safely say it scared the piss out of me! Do I really have to go to sleep tonight?!
That was one of the most uplifting things I've heard in a while. I'm so wrapped up in doubt, in all the choices I've made, that to hear her tell me that this was something I seemed meant to do, I felt so relieved.
Since I've been open about all the crap juggling around in my head, many people seemingly feel an obligation to tell me their own stories of depression and struggles and life problems. They start the stories as if they're giving me support, but it turns into an excuse to hear themselves talk. If you're in that group of people who have confided in me, don't immediately assume I'm talking about you. If you're a good friend of mine, then odds are, I am not talking about you at all and did appreciate your words. But tonight, a close friend told me about some personal experiences of which I was completely unaware, and it was very unassuming and genuine, and made me feel less alone and more connected. And reassured. <3 to you.
In other news, I watched a reality show on VH1 about celebrities going into haunted places and trying to contact the "spirits," and I can safely say it scared the piss out of me! Do I really have to go to sleep tonight?!