m u n d a n e.

Mundane.

Do you know what it’s like to live in the mundane?

I think we all pretty much know what it’s like living in the mundane.

When it feels like you’re in a constant cycle every day.

You know how you’re going to feel tomorrow because it’s all the same, it’s the same schedule, the same monotony.

It happens… if you go to school, go to work, maybe do anything.

We can’t help ourselves from living in the mundane. That’s just life.

But trying to get away from the mundane and try new things is a different story.

But if you’re like me trying new things… just doesn’t work out for the best.

And that’s what I want to talk about.

Trying new things… and having it eventually lead to failure and the realization that I’m in the mundane for a reason.

This post will not be about how you should stop trying new things. I just want to share my experiences of trying new things.

So every now and again when I’m painstakingly bored I will try new things to put myself in a better mood. 6 times out of 10, the reason why I try new things is that I’m in a not so good mood and I want to see if maybe a new opportunity will help.

And then the outcome is…

Well, it’s crap to summarize it nicely.

And this happens whenever I try to escape from the mundane. I mean not every experience is like this but that’s what it kind of feels like.

And I don’t know if it’s life throwing rocks at me or if it’s just me giving up before it gets good.

Because if I don’t feel like I’m going to enjoy something I won’t continue it to the end. Why would I? I don’t need something else bringing my mood down.

If it makes me feel anxious, depressed, etc. I stop.

And is it because life is out to get me or my ability to handle things spectrum?

Do I think life wants me to try new things?

At this rate, no.

Do I want to keep trying new things?

Yeah, of course!

But most times, it feels like my fantasy of that new opportunity is better than the opportunity itself.

Does anyone know how that feels?

Is it just me?

I don’t know… all I know is the mundane is weird.

I want it to leave, but it doesn’t want me to leave. Or it shows me that I shouldn’t leave and I should just stop trying at these new opportunities.

Which I won’t do.

But it just makes me wonder,

when is that huge thing that comes at the beginning of a movie and changes the main character’s life as they know it?

Does that exist?

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Life Update & a Little Poem

I’m not in a good place right now.

And I’m not sure if I want to be specific and write down the whole story.

Or if I want to be vague and just beat around the bush.

And I know it’s been a while since I last wrote… college is no joke.

I’ve been too busy to even find the time to write one post.

I never have the time to just sit back and write… or I never find the time considering everything. I do have a lot of ideas in the back of my mind but can never seem to have the time to jot them down.

And now… a bad place has inspired me to write.

But I’m literally multitasking this blog post with English notes for my research paper.

But yeah… a lot has happened just in the past few days.

Maybe this poem might describe something? And I promise to be more update-y the next few days, I actually want to get a lot of stuff off my chest. I forgot how it felt to vent here so it feels foreign right now.

Anyway, here’s the poem:

I show up at your place.

Knock on your door.

Takes you some time.

You open up with a smile.

But pity in your eyes.

Because you can’t let me in.

I tell you it’s cold outside.

And you tell me there’s no more space inside.

No room for me in your life.

Thanks for coming, you say.

And shut the door in my face.

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Am I a Good Driver?

I’m sensitive when it comes to my driving.

Driving is basically a skill.

I’ve been practicing this skill for 2 and a half? years now.

I would say I’m pretty good and I have DEFINITELY improved.

No one really taught me how to parallel park or reverse park into a specific driveway (like the one I have) I learned that on my own (with the help of my non-driving cousin) so I would say that’s an achievement.

And as you become a driver, a lot of new anxieties come to play.

And there are so many different ranges of anxieties that I’m just gonna focus on one today…

Driving other people/friends.

So as I started out this post: “I’m sensitive when it comes to driving.”

I mean, think about it, you don’t wanna be that driver that NO ONE wants to drive with, in the car.

If it were that way, it’s like they’re doubting your ability or taking away shreds of your achievements.

So storytime…

I have this friend who I drive with sometimes.

She’s actually the only person, apart from my cousin, I’ve driven alone with (my parents recently let me drive alone).

Whenever I drive and she’s in the passenger seat, it’s chill. There was actually one time I was getting out of the parking lot and I noticed I got better at driving and I said it out loud and she was like “You did!”

But then the next day or a couple days later if we’re with other people or something and she tells them that I drove she’ll say “We almost crashed.” And she’ll say it in a way that our other friends will believe her.

I didn’t take it in a bad way… until she said it every time we drove together.

And then today, I was talking to her on the phone. I was saying how she needs to get her license soon and that I’ve actually never seen her drive. And then she says: At least I know I’m better than you. (Or something along those lines I don’t remember word for word whoopsss, trust me, I’m credible)

That, of course, hurt.

But I let it go.

But of course, now those words want to haunt me as I’m trying to go to bed. These overwhelming thoughts sure do love to come at the perfect time!!!

And now it’s the only words I can replay over and over in my brain.

Now you see why I’m sensitive about my driving?

Because it’s something I’ve worked hard on.

My driving instructors all fell asleep while teaching me to drive because they had nothing more to teach me at the time and the only thing keeping me away from a license was the 1 and a half year time limit.

I had to be taught driving by my Indian father who tends to scream and get anxious… A LOT. So the fact that he only maybe screams three times whenever I drive nowadays, is an accomplishment.

I once drove 2 hours on the highway going from state to state because my parents needed me too.

All this hard work makes me a good driver.

So why am I doubting myself because of one friend’s opinion? (Or they may be jokes, I don’t know my sensitive side is speaking)

Maybe it’s because not only my opinion matters. The opinion of others matter too.

It’s like when you make food.

You’re biased to your own concoction. But when you ask others to taste it, that’s when your credibility comes in.

That’s when you can say “I make great egg fried rice!” (And yes my egg fried rice is the bomb, but notttt the pointtt)

I’m trying to figure out something hopeful to say to wrap this whole post up (you know, the Rebecca trademark) but I honestly don’t know how to end without sounding biased or something.

I don’t know. I mean it was only a couple of months ago before my parents let me drive where, whenever I drove, I would pinpoint certain things I did that I had to improve. I still sort of do that, but since I drive longer than 10 minutes now it’s not something I dwell on like I did so much back then.

Driving is just really… complex.

Some of us drive, some of us don’t.

Some of us are skilled, some of us need more practice (which isn’t a bad thing).

And some of us get offended of other people’s critiques, and some of us don’t (which I really envy).

But that’s just life.

I’m not gonna ultimately stop driving just because my friend says this stuff. Maybe they are just jokes and I’m taking them lightly because I worked hard to be at a good level.

Whatever it is, the great thing about life is that none of us are masters of anything. Not even anything we love or study. We learn something new every day. There’s new information that comes up and is discovered every day. We’re constantly learning and growing.

And as long as we allow ourselves to learn and grow, that’s something no one can ever make us feel bad about.

So don’t.

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I’m Too Scared to Talk About This

So… sorry.

I really have been busy.

I’m still trying to figure out my life schedule.

Honestly, my sleeping is a big question mark.

Today, I didn’t have class but I took a nap for 2 hours even though I wasn’t really planning to or even really tired?

So bear with me as I try to figure out how blogging fits into my weird schedule.

So after two weeks, why not dive into the deep?

And by deep, I mean deep. So stay cautious.

I just thought about this a couple of minutes ago but what if one of my friends were to give up?

What if it was the last text, word, I love you… etc?

And I know this is unnecessarily dark but it’s the reality of life at the same time.

It’s the stigmatization that scares us so we never really talk about it.

But I don’t know one of these days, what if that friend who needs our help isn’t just going through a bad page in their book?

I mean I know one of my friends who lost one of her friends to suicide and I never really grasped the subject until now.

So context?

One of my friends, I gave her the name Aikra in the past, on my blog.

Aikra called me yesterday at 2 A.M.

So I asked why she called and she told me she was going through some stuff so I told her to call me after school.

She never called but we texted some.

Then she was supposed to call today and I saw that she posted somewhere that someone needed to drive to her so she doesn’t do something risky.

At this point, I got scared.

I texted her “Are you okay?”

At this point, I wasn’t scared.

Then she said “Yeah I”m fine thanks bby”

But after that text, she sends “Ily”

It’s not weird for her not to spell out I love you, she rarely does. It kinda scared me that she said I love you.

Because isn’t it a pattern for people who are about to do something bad they randomly declare statements of affection to those they love?

So that “Ily” scared me.

Because for the first time I realized, it could happen.

And it literally made my heart sink at just the thought of losing anybody I loved and not being able to be there or they felt like I wasn’t there.

I remember in middle school, maybe. One of my best friends showed a lot of signs of depression. She doesn’t talk about her feelings much or really anything until I or someone else pushes. She’s the type of person to use a safety pin or something to make marks on her wrist (Which she did do once).

She scares me a lot.

Because she gets in her head a lot. Like me, but to a deeper extent. A scarier extent.

So one day I just sat on my floor and prayed to God that she won’t make the decision to take her life. I still need her.

And that moments was years ago.

She’s still here, thank God.

But life is just so precious.

It only takes a second, a millisecond, for things to happen.

Things happen without your control.

Things happen without your say.

And as someone who’s thought about “How would other people feel if I wasn’t here?” numerous times it scares me.

Because what/who scars us, hurts us, throws us, deletes us, bruises us so much we believe the only way out is to ultimately… to be gone?

This is a subject I’m still learning every day about, so I’m going to tread lightly.

But I’m glad I didn’t listen to those wavering thoughts. I’m glad I just cried myself to sleep. I’m glad I just prayed to God.

Some moments, I’m not so glad. I’m not happy about where my path leads. I’m scared of SO MUCH.

But in the end, I’m happy I made it this far.

I am.

And I would feel so broken if someone I love wasn’t happy.

If they thought the only way out was to give up.

I never want to have that feeling again, but I know sometimes I have to drop everything I’m doing to listen to someone who needs me.

And I have no complaints about that.

»Music Friday«

Since I’m slowly starting to revert back to my blog, why not start doing Music Friday’s again. So Music Friday is just when I would share what music I’ve been obsessed with this week.

  • Let Me Down Slowly – Alec Benjamin ft. Alessia Cara

  • All of the Love in the World – Lily Kershaw

 

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2019: step by step

Maybe I should lecture people on how to make extravagant “I’m back” posts. Since I seem to make them a lot.

Hi, if you don’t remember me, I’m Rebecca aka hopelesslystrong.

Let’s see the last time I wrote a post was… October. 4 months ago.

Well, since then… Yes, I’m still in college.

Haven’t let yet. (I’m just kidding about the yet)

I’m in my second semester.

It’s 2019, guys.

I turned 19 in December.

And both of those are still hard to believe.

You know, when I started this year, I didn’t start “anew.”

Honestly, it felt kinda dumb to me to start “anew” because it didn’t really feel like anything was really changing for me. It was just another day as the new year came along.

I was done trying to be that person who had all these resolutions and this “New year, new me” mantra. Maybe it works for you. But I didn’t want to fool myself.

Last year, at this time, I definitely HAD to start new because a certain situation in my life forced me to. And that situation definitely helped me grow into a beautiful me.

But what about this year?

What’s going to happen?

Honestly, I’m not in a great place.

Maybe that’s why I came back.

Usually, I call my bad place my “hole of darkness.”

And I’ve been here for about 6 days, which is a long time for me.

It’s like, every day this past week there was something to bring me down. Nothing was really helping, not like I was looking for things to help me. I just sort of “expected” life to be like “Hey, let’s give her a break.”

But of course, that didn’t happen.

I was lost. I am lost.

I’ve been shaky with my faith for the past week.

And it did make me feel very alone. Because I blamed someone I believed in and I didn’t believe in them for a second. And it’s hard to un-believe for a second when your belief is all around your life.

I’ve been reckless this week.

Because I disregarded my belief in the hope that life would throw me a curveball.

What was I thinking?

I’m still unsure about a lot.

Still anxious.

Still sad.

But I’m hoping that I’ll continue to use my blog as a way to channel these feelings because I really do miss writing. Without making blog posts every week, it’s like I don’t have the inspiration to write anything unless it’s an essay or for a scholarship. And I hate that. Because at that point, I’m forcing it out of me, and that’s probably why I get B’s and don’t get accepted into said scholarships. Because it’s missing the passion I used to have for this. And I want to try again.

I want to take that step to feel better about myself and my life.

Because when I started this blog during my sophomore year of high school, I used it as a way to finally have a voice and to be seen. I did and I was. But most importantly, I used it because I was lost and broken.

I don’t want to be that anymore.

So, be patient with me.

Hopefully, this isn’t like every infamous “I’m back” post I make and I actually am back.

But as of right now…

2019 is the year I take everything step by step.

I can’t see the future right now.

But I’m not skipping steps cause it’s not who I am. (I don’t understand people who can take 2 steps at a time like how)

Hopefully, you’ll join me on my journey and I’ll be there for yours too!

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lost.

I’ve kinda been tired all week long.

Or as my friend would say, I was dead all week long.

And she’s right, cause I was.

College is really getting to me.

And if college is getting to me, then my anxiety is grabbing me full force.

I haven’t told anyone about why I’m so “tired” because I feel like it’s just a wave I have to ride over.

Like high school.

High school, at first, was a question. Then it became this pit of darkness and through time and heartbreak it got gradually better and I found some amazing people.

I got over that wave.

And back then, I didn’t really have anybody or it didn’t really feel like I had anyone since I was so lost.

Now, I have people… but I’m still not used to letting them in during phases like this.

Phases where one minute it feels like the monster inside is pulling me down full-force and the next, it’s sunshine.

I’m so used to doing this on my own. Or telling some people about it a little bit and pretending I’m ok at the end when it’s still not okay.

Plus, all the friends I’m okay with opening up to about this seem to be having a good time at college… and I don’t want to introduce my pain when they’re happy.

I’m still lost.

And it doesn’t help that the friends I thought were real and down for me aren’t anymore.

You would think after dealing with so many fake people you get immune to the feeling… but you never do. It never goes away.

The hurt sticks.

And of course, whenever I’m in my hole of darkness I just add on everything I’m sad and stressed about.

And I’m so stressed.

It feels like I can’t do anything right.

Like I’m not meant to be here.

Like this is all a mistake.

To top it all off,

my faith is unsteady.

And my faith is something that has carried me through the bad moments.

I don’t have a perfect relationship with my faith but, right now, outside influences and my mind are attacking it full force.

And I can’t do anything because even if I’m strong and tell my mind to back off it doesn’t seem genuine.

I’m just so tired.

My plan didn’t even consist of going to community college.

I wanted to be far away from a place I’m so accustomed to.

But maybe I’m just meant to be in chains.

At least, that’s what it feels like.

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No, Not Even Friendships Are Safe

As someone with anxiety, I can say this with enough evidence, “We tend to overthink a lot.”

Situations, relationships, moments, anything you can think of.

It’s not rare when a new interest pops up in your life and you can’t help but overthink…

E V E R Y T H I N G.

Take a normal crush right? The average person thinks of them a lot in a day. Now, take that and add in overthinking. I mean there’s overthinking with a crush and overthinking with a crush, with anxiety.

(I’m considering the fact that you talk to your crush and don’t just stare from a distance lol)

You overthink their actions, the way they talk through text, how they really feel about you (whether they care or not), whether you’re bothering them or not, if you’re talking too much, if it doesn’t show too much that you care too much… or you’re worrying it does show too much, if their jokes actually hold a double meaning, why they looked at you during a certain moment, etc.

I think that’s a basic summary of it (because there’s so much more).

It’s hell.

But I”m not interested in anyone as of right now so my overthinking would seem like it’s simmered down a little bit, right?

Wrong.

It’s like my overthinking has moved onto my friends.

I mean, for me, there’s overthinking in friendships at the beginning. Of course there is. Because you’re unsure if the friendship is more than giving homework answers and classroom jokes.

So that’s normal.

But when it comes back after that, “Wow, they’re a real one” moment has LONG passed… it gets suspicious.

I realized this started happening after I stopped liking someone. But it started around a time where I got scared of life… which is right now.

I’m anxious about all my friendships.

I just got out of high school and in college. Nothing is certain.

I can think of one friend who stuck with me from kindergarten and we didn’t go to high school with each other. But we’re still strong. But everyone isn’t her…

Storytime.

I think maybe my subconscious was preparing and scared to leave high school. I started feeling a certain way toward my friend, Lyra. I’ve talked about her before. She’s a real friend. She’s the same person who let me hang out with her friend group during a fire drill when I felt like I didn’t belong. She made sure I felt included.

Yet, my mind started focusing on things that she started to do. Losing focus, not feeling important to her, not feeling like I belong in her life. Because Lyra has a lot of people in her life. I mean not all of these things were mental, most of the things I was mad at her about were things that actually happened.

Like she ditched me at a gym, we weren’t able to take pictures together at prom because she was with her other friends, we were supposed to watch a movie together but she saw it without me, I didn’t even know she saw it until a couple of days later, and a lot of other things.

It was just really messed up. It wasn’t messed up what I was doing but what my mind was doing. The thing is I didn’t even know what my mind was doing.

I don’t know how to explain it but it was like I was jealous. But that doesn’t make sense because I know how much I mean to her. But seeing her with other friends and taking pictures with them, it was like there was this hole in my heart. Because it felt like it’s so hard for the two of us to hang out AND take a simple picture. But she does it with these other people and it’s like… wow. But I know I’m special to her and she loves me. But my mind was twisting so much.

And I didn’t know what was happening.

So I didn’t tell her. And this feeling started in April and school ended in June. I knew she could tell something was going on but what could  I tell her? My mind is being stupid?

This is the same person I told everything too. Now I felt like I couldn’t.

What happened?

My mind, that’s what happened.

And nothing, no one feels safe in my mind.

Because there’s always an overthinking and overbearing thought about someone.

But thank goodness for Lyra.

She didn’t give up on me.

I could tell her all the things I’m feelings even negative things, saying I need space. And she’ll understand.

AND she won’t walk away.

I still question why she hasn’t walked away.

But she’s not the guy I used to like who said he would be there for and ultimately wasn’t, and she’s not any of my fake friends.

She understands my mind and my anxiety. She understands all my feelings and accepts me as the person I am, no matter how much I hate things like this that come in the way of friendships.

I think, if anyone else feels this way, we just need to hold on to all the Lyra’s in our life. Or we should wait for the Lyra’s of our life.

And know that even if we have these thoughts, those people should be there to lift those thoughts from our overbearing minds.

And if they don’t,

then our minds were right. 

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