I met this girl a couple of weeks ago. I’m totally crushing hard. The night that I met her I was really surprised as to how a generous and happy to help a person can be…even when she helps fix something that she isn’t responsible for. What’s unfortunate is how out of reach she is. She doesn’t go to UMD…and unfortunately she already has a boyfriend.
Whether something will happen one day or not, I’m glad we met. When interacting with her, something definitely clicked. It felt almost…homely, simply because of how her values fit in well with my culture. And this connection, whether real or imaginary…definitely makes me learn more about myself.
Ps I’m excited
So I totally have a huge crush on this girl.
Whoa whoa whoa.
So I started talking to this girl tonight. It feels nice getting my hopes up again…I haven’t really had butterflies in my stomach for a while. The only one stopping me now is me. I hope things work out for once and I don’t end up fucking things up.
Meaningful life experiences are defined by meaningful people. Strive to bring some meaning to those around you.
— Milton Berle
I look back and I see a lost kid trying to fit in…yet there are these bits and pieces where I’ve completely ignored people in my life because they “didn’t fit in”
I guess that’s what makes me different. I’ve always tried to fit in and then realized it isn’t for me. So part of it…I regret. I don’t usually regret things but this I do. It hasn’t stopped be as it may others since I don’t dwell on my regret as much as people do these days—I just try to move forward so I don’t regret wasting my time more.
But it makes me think—If I would have paid attention to those people who didn’t fit in but were genuinely better—would I be happier than I am now?
Have you ever looked back at your past and realized that you were such a dick?