I think everyone should move to a place completely outside of home when they're in their early 20's. I've only been in NYC for about 6 weeks, but I've learned a lot about who I am, and more importantly, who I am not.
It's tragic to see people who never really figured it out, people who still need to validate their identity by the people who are around them, rather than by what is inside of them.
I admire the people who already knew this in high school. I'd like to think that I was one of those people, but I'm not sure.
I'll probably write more about this when it isn't 4:15 AM, but for now, take these sage words of advice:
Be yourself. If your friends don't like it, they're not your friends. If you're in a situation that makes you feel uncomfortable or simply just not "right", follow your instincts and leave. Never, ever do something you don't want to do to gain the "respect" of your peers. Do what feels good, and take pride in it.
In an ideal culture, this would be imparted on young adults before any geometry or ACT tests or other teenage bullshit is brought into the picture.
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was last night that bad?
word.
I hate it when people don't leave their name on comments.
And no it wasn't that bad, it's just one of many nights in the past few years (especially the past six weeks) that has helped me realize this.
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