Work. School. Work. School. Violin.
Work. School. Work. School. Violin.
Etc. etc… repeat ad nauseum.
Not to say that I’m not living an awesome life, I am, but I recognize when I fall into a pattern, and as much as I want stability in my life right now, that isn’t to say I want to be doing the same things *all* the time. Oh well, I’m still active in school–as opposed to the way I was back at UCLA, where I’d get bored of a class after the first midterm (as exhibited by all the pretty good first midterm results, followed by lapses in homework and a less-than-mediocre final grade). Part of it is a new way I think about these kinds of achievement-related activities. I consciously tell myself and believe that I deserve to be the best, so now I don’t short-change myself by sabotaging my own work.
Anyway, what else… I wouldn’t say a new “girl interest”, but there’s a girl I am interested in asking to hang out. Something I realized yesterday while driving to my usual spot to study… I learn something new from each girl that I’ve been interested in. From A (last summer) I learned about a parking structure in downtown near Pike’s Perk that only costs $1 after 1400 during the week and all day on the weekend. From CSS I learned that the girl-as-painting (Alvin knows what I’m talking about) is usually not the girl, and although it’s a “no duh” kind of lesson I really had to see this unfold for me in person… and I’ll leave it at that, out of respect for her. From P I learned that girls out there see me differently from the way I see myself, and that as decent-to-okay I thought I was, I have more going for me than I originally thought… specifically, P elucidated certain aspects about me that I was self-conscious about but now I’ve accepted.
I won’t lie. I was previously sold on the one-hit-perfect romance story, and always hoped that the (next) girl I met was the one I was destined to be with. I kept telling myself “hey, this is it. This is the girl. It’s going to work out this time.” Either that, or I would just not talk to a girl at all because I somehow knew it wouldn’t work out anyway (nothing ventured, nothing gained, by the way)… But in reality every girl, or every person for that matter, is kind of like a stepping stone for me. I observe, I note what I like and what I would do different, and I grow.
There were times in the past where I pictured myself as a sponge, and I drew traits and characteristics from various people I came into contact with. I used to wonder if I was actually the unique individual I thought I was, and lament why I didn’t have a more unique or prominent self-identity. I guess being adaptive and evolving is my self-identity… it’s why I tend to hear people out instead of feeling compelled to say my point of view and convince others that I’m right.
I wonder if I’m growing. I think I am. I started my blog back in 2003 with the intention of recording my thoughts so that one day I may come back and see how I’ve grown, and perhaps learn lessons from my past that I would never have been able to extract at the time.
Anyway, listen to me ramble, eh? I’ve gotta go study now. We’ll talk again soon.
-TJ