In the last 24 hours I have fallen or tripped about two or three times in front of friends, random strangers, and even potential soul mates.
Step aside, J. Law. It looks like there’s a new down-to-earth actress with a pixie cut to fill in your shoes in town…and she’s even a hardcore vegan!
2. You usually end up being the family mediator.
3. Spending money on unhealthy food.
I constantly feel bad about myself. I feel bad that I’m not famous. I feel bad that I don’t go to a better college. I feel bad that I haven’t changed the world drastically in the past nineteen years of my existence.
But growing up in a small town in the Midwest really does grow on you. Moving away, you start to miss the little things (or in the Midwest’s case, not so little).
Processing death at such a young age was hard, but it also engrained in me another way of thinking about death.
I’m not saying I don’t use my iPhone during class, but if you find yourself sitting next to a classmate who cannot stop taking a quiz to find out what pop diva they are, run.
I didn’t understand why I was so different when I was eight, but I ignored how different I was and continued to pursue things that interested me like the children’s choir, church play etc.
I am not denying that such a short continuous playlist is actually retail torture (trust me, I never want to hear “We Found Love” ever again,) but finding ways to live with the playlist will give you a happier retail job experience.