I remember my childhood home having a back door.
That was my favorite place to stay in during the late afternoons when I want to be alone. I would sit on the steps leading to the back door or the nearby swing set. Either I would stare out into space, read a book, or write in my diary. That diary contains a list of things I don’t like in school, most especially my classmates and teachers. Regina George of “Mean Girls” would be proud of me for this. But I didn’t kept that notebook for long, because I felt guilty when one of my classmates badmouthed me loudly in the cafeteria. Talk about karma.
I did those ruminating at our back door.
In front of me, is our white fence and the woods beyond. I was warned not to go to the woods by myself. I’ve heard of stories about bears and kidnappers. I’ve been to the woods with my friends once or twice, but nothing scary happened, thankfully.
Beyond the woods lie the mountains. Thinking of those rows of mountains made me miss my hometown even more.
It’s such a word that is loosely used to describe nowadays when someone is nerdy, clumsy, and can’t carry themselves well in public, complete with the image of a nerd you have in mind. Well, not all nerdy people look awkward. And not all awkward people are nerds. It’s just that we still have to learn how to deal gracefully with social situations, and you have to give us some time for it.
I’m always mistaken as a snob back in high school. Until now, I still am! That’s why some people would rather avoid me in the hallways rather than try to say “hi” to me. This is worse when you’re in the ladies’ room and this girl from class wouldn’t acknowledge your existence. It just so happens that I find her snobbish and she finds me the same. Anyway, we’re not really friends. Haha. I’d rather not waste time on people who wouldn’t say “hi” to me and think “they must really hate me.” Well, it’s not always about you. Who knows, they’re just as awkward as you are.
Those who know me well enough will admit that I’m not much of a snob, except that I’m the quiet type of person who doesn’t like calling attention to herself. I really don’t liked being noticed. And it’s kinda hard for me to open up to others. But when I do open up, it means that I’m comfortable with your presence. It means that you’re sincere in wanting to be friends with me and I acknowledge that. It’s not easy making friends, but I know how to spot a potential good friend. Thankfully, that led me to the really great people I’m friends with right now, even if they’re not that many.
By the way, introversion is still another thing. Awkward may be a part of it, but not all introverts are awkward. It means that yes, you can cope socially, but at the end of the day, you have to recharge yourself by being alone and having some quality “me-time”.
So let the awkward happen, because you learn from it. Time will come that you’ll be socially graceful.
P.S. This is why I liked Jennifer Lawrence.
If someone handed me a book without a title, then I would read it and find out it’s about me, would I like what I’ve read about or not?
This is the challenge for us humans; to live a life worth living.
I hope that my life will be worth reading if someone were to make a book about it.
Others may be a part of your life, but you don’t have to be dictated by what they say and think about you. Their opinions of you does not need to be your reality (quoting from a famous quote).
And whatever your past may be, you can always change it. Feel free to throw away that bad chapter and start anew once again.
I hope I can make the best story ever out of my life and be proud of it.
I can do that by living well. It’s never easy, and there will be challenges. But I am up and ready for it. You only grow by surpassing difficulties. And as much as difficult life is, it’s still sweet. You’re always blessed.
I hope my life story will indeed turn out this way.
These random acts of kindness made me smile, and a perfect thing to cap off the week. In the midst of mean people and bad events, there will always be good in the world. 🙂
I’ve always been called Tamie. It’s not a nickname, just “Tamie”. At first, I really didn’t cared about where I got my name, until I found out that it was a combination of my parents’ names, Tanya and Michael. Story goes that they didn’t want to give me a fancy and common name like Brittany, Margaret, and Jennifer, so they decided to combine their names and call me Tamie. So far, I haven’t met anyone yet with the same name as me, although I know that there’s also a “Tammy”.
Growing up, I didn’t hated my name. In fact, I liked the tomboyish vibe it gives, because I was the type who liked to climb trees, swim in our town river, and play ball with the neighborhood kids. There wasn’t a “no girls allowed” rule when we play, because our families were friends with each other. That’s how our childhood was, we were almost family with our friends.
There was no hateful relationship with my name, because I always seem to like it. I will always be the active, shy, and nerdy Tamie.
Rejection is the most painful thing that anyone can encounter, whether it comes to romance, parental approval, failing a job interview, or anything else, for that matter. I’m reading through this article about rejection letters to famous people such as Madonna, U2, Sylvia Plath, and Andy Warhol. This goes to show that everyone gets rejected at one point in life or another.
The sting that comes from being rejected does hurt, but don’t let that get you down. After moping for a while, you must get back on your feet again and move forward in the race.
I remember this story on a Chicken Soup for The Soul book, about this kid wherein he drew up his dream farm blueprint as a class assignment about their dreams when they grow up. The teacher gave him an “F”, because he believed that the kid won’t be ever able to achieve that, given his life status. The teacher got it all wrong when years later, the boy, now a grown-up man, invited his former teacher and classmates to the opening of his dream farm. From what I remember, the boy-turned-man kept the failed class assignment on his farm blueprint and had it framed and hung above the fireplace. When the teacher saw this, he apologized to his former student. He said something like, “I used to steal kids’ dreams. Fortunately, you have the gumption not to give up on yours.”
This was one of my favorite stories in the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. This inspired me to not give up no matter how hard things can get. Of course, I’m in touch with reality, but this made me work hard and believe in the possibility of good things coming to you at the right moment.
Don’t fear rejection. Make it your inspiration instead.