I’m a different person now. I look back on what happened and I’m no longer sad or guilty.
“Had an ex cut the brake lines on my truck. Was on my way home from school when all the sudden the pedal sank to the floor.”
Someone once walked up to me and said, “I’m so sorry that your parents let you go to Yale. You’ll never be able to relate to normal people now.”
When you are not immediately successful at securing a job, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Snapchat, and Vine along with any other social media platform that you spend countless hours scrolling through will quickly become a graveyard of your shattered hopes and dreams.
Day after day you would make snarky remarks and stabs at me. You would even talk about how much of a failure I was to friends and family and I would hear your words come back around. “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” does not apply here; you threw me back in the black hole I finally escaped from.
Of course I was condemned for this decision.
Why fixate so much on the details of one day when you’re committing to a lifetime together? Why make competitions about proposals and diamonds via Facebook? Why drive yourself crazy over finding the “perfect” venue?
That’s what you want to achieve — that humorous and effortless first impression. But does it ever work? No.
It’s a right of passage. It’s cool. It’s fun. It’s… awkward.
You can be anything you want and whoever you want to be. You’re not defined by what you decide to study, who you hang out with, what classes you’re in, nothing. It’s all up to you.