The idea that my male peers’ virginities are viewed as unimportant, or even undesired, while mine is to be maintained, and in many cases protected, until the day I willingly ‘give’ myself to my husband is absurd and alarming.
Harry Potter is never far from my mind or my heart. Call it childish dreaming, pitiful naiveté, or just being nerdy, but Harry Potter has shaped my life.
I feel that the little brothers in the world don’t receive enough recognition for the amount of laughs, support, and love they give us older siblings. Relationships ebb and flow, and my brother and I have had some pretty epic battles, but in the end we have always been fortunate enough to have a strong bond.
I adore being kind, even when it is difficult, because those who dislike me usually struggle to find a genuine reason to dislike me (and, to be frank, it amuses me to see them try).
It is so unbearably awkward, and it isn’t at all her fault. Your head automatically jerks up whenever she opens the door to come in, and your heart pounds as if someone is coming in to murder you.
I am the doting sister, the hard working student, the old soul, and the perpetual “single” friend. I have seen my friends through heartbreak and happiness in their relationships, and I watch the drama from the sidelines with a box of tissues in one hand and a pint of ice cream in the other. I am the undated girl… But I am not undatable.
The Meyers-Briggs personality test is a testimonial to how imperative it is in our society to categorize people into groups. Thus conforming our society’s need to categorize, I write this as a closet introvert.